Night without Borders

Chapter 511 Are there immortals in the world?

Mu Zhuo had thick black hair and looked to be in his prime. His eyes were deep and bright. Decades ago, he was a top-tier divine seed in the esoteric sect. After reaching the fifth realm, his status rose even higher. Everyone who met him respectfully addressed him as Master Mu.

However, after arriving at Black and White Mountain, someone came up and tried to slap him twice, a kind of "etiquette" he had never experienced before!
Qin Ming is usually very easygoing, but now he has turned into a "hot-tempered guy" mainly because he felt that this person was coming for him, as if to dig up his background.

Without any hesitation, the exquisite purple golden elixir within his abdomen emitted a blazing light, intertwining with the patterns of heaven and earth, and even his palm was enveloped in "elixir light," as thick as a wall.

Outside Qin Ming's right hand, golden light surged, his aura was magnificent, and when he casually fanned out, it felt as if he could cover the sky with one hand, and the void was compressed to the point of exploding, and the night mist collapsed completely.

Mu Zhuo was furious. Even though he had said it was a misunderstanding, the other party still didn't stop and kept slapping him.

He was now stuck in a quagmire, suppressed by the four masters, making it extremely difficult for him to move. He shouted urgently, "Stop!"

However, it was all in vain. The master, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, struck him with a palm, so forceful that his entire face was distorted.

Mu Zhuo's body erupted with divine light, and the textures on his face intertwined, revealing strange scenes. Shrunken mountains and rivers were pasted on his face like tattoos, protecting him.

That was the place he chose for himself to become a god, and it was manifested by him.

As expected, even though they were both in the Grandmaster realm, their strengths were very different. He was a cut above Zhou Zhengran of the Blood Immortal Organization, and his Taoist magic was unfathomable. Even after being locked up by four Grandmasters, he was still able to cast spells.

Although it was rushed, he avoided the embarrassing situation of his face collapsing and blood gushing from his mouth and nose; he was just a little shocked, with tinnitus and a sore cheek.

"Crack!"

Mu Zhuo felt numbness on his face. The tattoo on his face—a miniature place of godhood—was like he was undergoing a tribulation, with lightning flashing.

Qin Ming's two slaps were wrapped in sparks and lightning, with great force and a sudden explosion. In this small space, one could hear thunder and appreciate lightning, and there was a touch of elegance in the violent confrontation.

With a low roar, Mu Zhuo ignited a divine talisman within his body, which quickly lit up. In an instant, he broke free from the restraints of the four men and escaped his confinement. He touched his dark blue skin, his face ashen.

Yu Gengsheng blocked his path, and Meng Zhiyan and Li Qingyun moved like ghosts, surrounding him again.

Many figures appeared in the desert on one side of the road, holding torches to dispel the darkness.

Mu Zhuo was astonished. It turned out to be a group of pigs, all standing upright and silently looking over.

Clearly, this is the Palm-sized Pig. He himself did not appear; he was merely casting a spell to observe. He chose the desert as the foundation for his ascension to godhood and has now achieved considerable success in the Tongyou Realm.

The fine wine that the four masters were drinking while sitting on the cliff was brought over by Old Pig.

In the past, Qin Ming was completely ignorant about the desert, but now, with his profound cultivation and access to higher realms of cultivation, he has learned many truths.

There are indelible "scenes" and incomprehensible "phenomena" in the desert that are difficult to eradicate and cannot be completely eliminated, mainly because all kinds of "myths" are rooted in the night ruins.

To become a god, one must subdue special "terrain" and "phenomena," which actually involves the Night Market.

This is also why Qin Ming is wary of Nightfall and dares not set foot there easily again.

The Night Ruins consist of thirty-six layers of heaven, shrouded in endless mist.

The old wandering merchant, the elixir spirit, the headless celestial being, the ancient great power... all found their final resting place there, which is truly unfathomable.

After a brief moment of distraction, Qin Ming's gaze cleared instantly.

Mu Zhuo's face turned very ugly when he discovered that he was being watched by a group of pigs holding torches.

He glanced at the four masters, who were wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats, and said, "Is this how Black and White Mountain treats its guests?"

Qin Ming said, "What kind of guest are you? You have no goodwill, you barged into Black and White Mountain, and you expect us to respect you? Besides, who do you think you are, daring to act so presumptuously near the Beast God's Dojo!"

"My master is Xi Tian." Mu Zhuo not only introduced himself but also emphasized again that he had no ill intentions.

Yu Gengsheng was restless. The name Xi Tian was too famous. He had been a powerful figure in Yezhou for hundreds of years and his status in the esoteric sect was second only to Chu Canglan.

Over the years, some have referred to them as the two unparalleled heroes of Tantric Buddhism.

Meng Zhiyan and Li Qingyun also felt heavy-hearted. Xi Tianqing was quite active in his prime, but he became low-key in his old age. He was once known as "God".

Qin Ming sized up Mu Zhuo. This man's body was filled with divine light that overflowed. He was truly a master who produced a great student. If it weren't for Yu Gensheng suppressing him, Meng Zhiyan and Li Qingyun alone probably wouldn't be able to restrain him.

After breaking through to become a Grandmaster, the former top-tier divine seed possessed terrifyingly profound foundations.

Qin Ming spoke up: "Xi Tian is very strong, and he may become an Awakener of Innate Wisdom in the future, but he hasn't even stepped into the seventh realm yet. How dare you offend Black and White Mountain? As his disciple, are you standing up for Cui Chongxiao and trying to harm the boy from Shuangshu Village?"

Mu Zhuo's pupils contracted. How could this mysterious person seem to be able to hear part of his thoughts? He thought of a certain ancient legend that his teacher had mentioned, and immediately his heart calmed down, no longer experiencing any emotional fluctuations.

"You've got some nerve, daring to come here and harm people!" Yu Gengsheng roared, his voice like thunder, shaking the mountain walls outside the desert and causing boulders to tumble down.

He regarded Qin Ming as his son and nephew and wanted to see him pave the way for the new system. How could he tolerate someone harming him?

He immediately threw a punch, without holding back.

At this moment, although Yu Gengsheng was enraged, he did not lose his composure. He imitated the power of pure yang with an extremely dense and terrifying light, like a great sun rising into the sky.

Mu Zhuo felt wronged. Although he had no good intentions, he also had no real intention to kill. He was just there to probe and find out the truth about the Black and White Mountain youth. He never expected to be ambushed and killed halfway.

His heart sank. The Beast God's followers showed no respect for his teacher, sending four grandmaster-level experts to target him. If that dog sword immortal were to come out of seclusion himself, would he directly attack his master? The creatures of Black and White Mountain were all too powerful.

At the same time, Qin Ming was forming a magic seal. The top-grade purple-gold pill in his body emitted immortal light. As he cast the spell, "danxia" surged and flowed out along his arm like a long river, transforming into a tangible magic seal that blasted forward.

Meng Zhiyan and Li Qingyun did not hesitate and acted immediately.

Mu Zhuo never expected that he would be in such a life-or-death situation as soon as he entered this territory, and was still in the outer area. Without extraordinary measures, he might die.

He was restrained again, struggling to move his body, and only managed to dodge some of the attacks.

He had no choice but to activate the Void Teleportation Talisman, an item personally refined by his teacher, Xi Tian, ​​which allowed him to escape in an instant during a dangerous situation.

When the forbidden zone of the alien realm turned into a blood-red inferno last time, some influential people escaped using this kind of divine talisman.

However, Yu Gengsheng's punch still struck him.

"Grandmaster?" Mu Zhuo was shocked. Otherwise, how could the other party be so fast and so fierce and domineering, far exceeding the normal grandmaster?

With a crack, his spine broke, and a burst of light emanated from his chest and abdomen. His entire body was pierced through, and he was covered in cracks.

Yu Gengsheng's complete lack of reservations was truly terrifying.

However, Mu Zhuo was secretly relieved that this person should not have truly established himself at the pinnacle of the fifth realm, otherwise he would have exploded and his chances of survival would have been slim.

At the same time, he was struck on the shoulder by a lightning seal, blood splattered everywhere, his shoulder blade shattered, and two pieces of it were blown away. His arm bone was also broken.

This was only because he managed to move his body with difficulty at a critical moment; otherwise, these lightning bolts would have hit his head directly.

With two soft splattering sounds, two more streams of blood gushed from his body, caused by the sword light of Meng Zhiyan and Li Qingyun.

Divine light rippled, and Mu Zhuo vanished from this place, disappearing like a streak of light.

He was in excruciating pain. He hadn't expected his opponent to be so ruthless, actually trying to kill him on sight. His teacher's reputation was only worth two slaps.

Qin Ming's consciousness left his body enveloped in the light of the heavens, like a blazing sun chasing after it.

Unfortunately, the teleportation talisman crafted by the patriarch was too powerful, and he simply couldn't catch up.

"go!"

When Mu Zhu passed through Chixia City, he no longer concealed his intentions. His mind was racing, and he sent a telepathic message to Cui Chongxiao, telling him to run away quickly, or he might die.

Cui Chongxiao was shocked. That was his senior brother who was in the fifth realm. In the blink of an eye, he was covered in blood, his body was deformed, and his back was unnaturally bent, as if it had been broken.

Wasn't this the method his senior brother wanted to use on Qin Ming? How come Mu Zhuo himself had his spine broken?

Cui Chongxiao activated the Void Teleportation Talisman and escaped.

The two brothers fled from Black and White Mountain in defeat, heading far away in a panic.

“This person is no ordinary individual,” Li Qingyun said in a deep voice.

Qin Ming has returned, his consciousness returning to his body. He is also considering Mu Zhuo's true strength. The opponent is quite dangerous and cannot be regarded as someone like Zhou Zhengran.

Yu Gengsheng solemnly advised, "If you don't break through your cultivation level, it's best not to fight him."

Qin Ming nodded without objecting. The old masters were mainly worried about his safety and believed that they should not start a war without a sure chance of victory.

The power and terror of the esoteric Buddhist sect's leader, Xitian, have been awe-inspiring for centuries, and his influence is deeply ingrained in people's minds. His master-level disciples are also worthy of attention.

A few days later, Yu Gensheng, Meng Zhiyan, and Li Qingyun left Black and White Mountain.

Regarding the Blood Vine, Qin Ming had several grandmasters divide it among themselves. He was still young enough not to need lifespan extension, and he also possessed the Longevity Leaf he had seized from the Black Tower Civilization. Qin Ming returned to Twin Tree Village and taught Wen Rui cultivation for a few days. During this time, he extracted the spiritual essence from Zhou Zhengran's Six Phoenix Treasure Lamp and carefully stored it in a tattered cloth.

"With the help of the Thunder Medicine, I should be able to steadily break through the barrier." He decided to rest for a while, observe the external situation, and then set off on his journey.

Night Prefecture is far from peaceful. With incidents occurring one after another at Xuexian, Jingshizhai, and Changshengju, how could it not attract attention?

When Mu Zhuo fled, his shout in Chixia City startled many people.

There are even rumors that Meng Xinghai was nearly killed because of a rumor.

Therefore, Yu Gengsheng informed several masters of Xinsheng Road and issued a warning to some dark organizations. Meng Zhiyan also spoke out on behalf of the thousand-year-old family.

For a time, the undercurrents in Yezhou were swift and turbulent, and the waves surged beneath the surface.

It is said that a terrifying consciousness once swept across Crimson Cloud City, approaching the Black and White Mountain region, before silently retreating.

Meng Xinghai's expression was solemn. He vaguely saw a blazing sun streak across the sky, but it seemed to be dripping spiritual blood. The halo of light was magnificent and awe-inspiring, but it was also injured.

He immediately sent a message to Qin Ming, telling him not to leave the mountain. He felt that it might be the will of a grandmaster, of unknown origin.

Two days later, Yu Gengsheng invited a very elderly grandmaster from Xinsheng Road to issue the sternest warning: anyone who dares to act recklessly will be punished tenfold!
The patriarchs of the sixth realm are hard to find. Many people have already ascended to the highest heavens. Right now, the Grandmaster is the highest ceiling.

……

Under the black and white tree, Wenrui spoke up: "Uncle, am I too stupid? I haven't mastered most of the scriptures you taught me."

Qin Ming shook his head and said, "Why would you think that? You have a high level of comprehension and have already done very well."

He knew where the problem lay. Wenrui was quite perceptive, but his natural talent was only above average, which was indeed a problem.

He encouraged you, saying, "You have good comprehension, and innate talent can be improved through hard work. Never underestimate yourself; you should always be confident."

"Come, I will teach you to practice the 'Destiny-Changing Scripture'." This scripture is very special, and many predecessors have failed to master it. Qin Ming decided to possess his body briefly and personally help him adjust the circulation path of this scripture.

In the following days, Qin Ming frequently went out, his mind wandering to the vicinity of the Ancient Misty Gate. So far, Yezhou has opened two gates.

The bloody tragedy that occurred in the forbidden zone last time really affected the enthusiasm of all parties. Now the number of people who want to explore the land has decreased sharply, far less than before.

Moreover, the world behind the second ancient mist gate, as it stands, is not exactly barren, but so far, no special land of creation has been discovered.

"Spring hasn't ended over there yet, so it seems I still have plenty of time." Qin Ming hadn't rushed off because he'd heard that the rainy season hadn't arrived yet.

However, we can go and explore, and even build a smaller version of the "Thunderfire Alchemy Hall" in advance.

At present, he certainly cannot face the heavenly lightning directly.

"According to ancient records, in the distant past, grandmasters could face thunder and fire alone to temper their bodies. Are we inferior to those of the past?"

Qin Ming frowned and asked Lao Huang for the truth.

Huang Luo, with his umbrella, said, "Aside from the special cases of monsters that can live for a long time and adapt to the times, future generations will definitely be stronger than the last, after all, various cultivation techniques and prescriptions are constantly being improved."

It told Qin Ming that, apart from the interruption of civilization, the main reason was the change in the overall environment, and that the current Lei Huo was many times stronger than in the past.

It is not suitable to directly receive the heavenly lightning now; it is necessary to guide and differentiate the lightning and fire step by step, and carefully baptize oneself.

Huang Luo Gai San said, "In the distant past, people in the second realm could fly, but now even grandmasters cannot fly with their physical bodies. The ancestors of the sixth realm seem to be able to fly through the air, but in fact, these are all special methods. They cannot truly rush into the sky with their physical bodies."

Qin Ming asked, "Is the world becoming increasingly unsuitable for cultivation?"

Huang Luo Gai San denied it, saying, "No, it's just that the gods and immortals didn't keep up with the changes in the environment, so they died one generation after another. In fact, the Daoist essence has always been there, and stronger beings should have emerged."

Qin Ming asked, "When does the second realm begin to prevent the physical body from flying?"

"That day, the sun set and never rose again." Huang Luogai spoke slowly, with an indescribable quality to it.

"Huh?" Qin Ming was startled.

Huang Luo, with his umbrella, said, "It also began when the fire springs gushed from the ground."

Qin Ming asked, "What is the source of this fire spring?"

Huang Luo, who was covered by an umbrella, responded, "I don't know, we can't dig to the end."

Qin Ming was lost in thought for a moment, then asked, "Are there truly immortal beings in this world?"

Huang Luo, with his canopy, said, "There shouldn't be. Everything has a lifespan."

Judging from the current situation, a cultivator's lifespan is pitifully short relative to their strength.

The patriarchs of the sixth realm are theoretically only able to live for a little over six hundred years. However, if they consume precious medicines or have other opportunities, they can live to be over nine hundred years old.

Earthly immortals can normally live for a thousand years, and if they have the means to prolong their lives, they can live to be over 1,500 years old.

Even the gods and immortals who use every means to prolong their lives can only live for a little over two thousand years.

Of course, a very few beings may have special or different experiences.

Qin Ming sighed, "Even the strongest of all are so short-lived. Compared to the vast and profound history, they are nothing more than fleeting shooting stars."

Huang Luogai said, "It's like there's an invisible dam, an invisible net, blocking and filtering in front of us, maintaining the balance."

It further stated: "According to the words of a deceased supreme civilization master, the strong on each path will eventually be lonely and helpless. There is an insurmountable obstacle in front of them, like a great filter, which will block all the supreme masters and eventually cause them to decay naturally."

Qin Ming asked, "In your world, do the Dao Lords of cultivation civilizations also grow old and die, making it difficult for them to remain in the world permanently?"

Huang Luo, with a solemn expression, said, "Everyone dies. Just like the ruler of Yujing has changed countless times, the same is true for places like the Great Thunder Temple and the Black Tower Civilization. There are no immortals. Generation after generation has come and gone. There is nothing new in this world."

"What lies in the deepest part of the Night Fog World?" Qin Ming asked one question after another.

Huang Luo, with his canopy, said, "I don't know. Relatively speaking, you and I are still in the outer regions of the Night Fog World, where each supreme lineage is like an isolated island scattered across the Night Fog Sea."

"How can you know there are no living beings that can reside in the world if you haven't gone to the deepest part of the Night Fog world? How can you know that no one has broken through the great net that filters out the strong?"

"Based on the deduction..."

……

In the heavens, a grand event, though not large in scale, is about to take place, concerning the future of the younger generation and involving the supreme inheritance of Yujing.

The five-colored orchids exuded a delicate fragrance, surrounded by a faint mist. Their medicinal properties were enough to nourish the consciousness of a Grandmaster-level expert, yet at this moment they had become a bonsai.

Ahead, by the Dragon Transformation Pool, stands a massive yellow dragon, its scales as large as millstones, its body coiled into a mountain, its head held high, exuding a terrifying aura of majesty.

At this moment, four people emerged from the pool one after another. One of them was Yun Jianyue, and the other three were all young men.

A man calmly spoke: "Fairy Yun, after your two wondrous bodies, Celestial Immortal and Celestial God, are merged into one, if you have the opportunity to compete in the new rankings again, you should be able to stand out from the crowd."

There was something he didn't say: if the three of them were to compete, they would only know the answer after a fight.

Yun Jianyue did not respond, but instead asked, "Is there no one on the ground competing for the supreme inheritance?"

One of the men spoke up: "I've heard that several special beings have encountered some trouble and probably won't be able to come to the Nine Heavens."

Another young man spoke up: "The invitations that should be sent will still be sent."

"As far as I know, someone on the ground has already responded and should appear."

In the distance, many people watched the four of them with respectful eyes.

Even the proud and arrogant Zhou Tiandao remained silent, quietly watching the four figures before the Dragon Transformation Pool.

A woman with delicate features whispered, "Jingli, people from the ground can also qualify. Is Qin Ming, the one your Celestial Venerable wants to see, among them? By the way, I heard recently that your master might have initially taken a liking to him and was going to select someone for you..."

Lu Jingli shook her head slightly, interrupting her, and said, "He probably can't participate in the competition."

The beautiful woman nodded and said, "That's right. Even if he has extraordinary talent and is very suitable for practicing the Heavenly Venerable's 'Extreme Golden Body Scripture,' he started late and his current realm is relatively low. He has not yet reached the fourth realm. If he is slow, he will be slow at every step and will not be qualified to compete for that supreme inheritance."

Many people present stared intently at the Dragon Transformation Pool. Some sighed softly, seemingly unwilling, while others could not hide the envy in their eyes. Some looked lost, seemingly pondering something, and some young people showed a mixture of admiration and awe.

In Crimson Cloud City, Meng Xinghai received an invitation from the heavens, asking him to deliver it to Qin Ming.

Meanwhile, Qin Ming was already preparing to set off for the world behind the Ancient Mist Gate, to welcome the new rainy season and take the Thunder Medicine to break through the barrier.

(End of this chapter)