Night without Borders

Chapter 516 Getting what you want

There was quite a commotion deep underground, as if a huge creature had passed by and then disappeared in an instant.

High in the sky, Qin Ming's expression was solemn. The abyss shaped like a giant mouth sent a chill down his spine. Could he have escaped from the body of a creature?

The dry, hard black soil is barren and silent, and under normal circumstances, not a single blade of grass grows. Does this mean that it is dead?
"A fiery red ocean, could it be that it still has some living blood?"

Although Qin Ming escaped, he still felt a sense of dread. If he thought about it carefully, the sun, the island full of the essence of plants and trees corresponded to the five elements, which made people think of something terrible.

Wild animals were startled in the dense forest and fled into the night fog, while birds also took flight from the woods.

Qin Ming wasted no time, riding the gale and silently leaving the place.

Not long after, he changed his clothes and appearance, with long, wavy white hair, carrying a mutton-fat jade iron knife, looking travel-worn and with a rather rugged demeanor.

Among his snow-white curly hair were two curved horns, which he fixed with an adhesive force, transforming him into a wandering swordsman of the sheep tribe.

Qin Ming ran frantically, he had to get away as fast as he could. He didn't know if the old senior had immediately recovered to the True God Realm after extending his lifespan. If he found him through special means, then he would be in big trouble.

However, he was completely clueless about where he was and how far it was from the cat people's village. He had no recollection of the scenery in this area.

"Night birds are migrating? There are so many!" Qin Ming looked up and saw a large number of birds spreading their wings, densely packed, flying across the sky in the night fog.

Finally, he saw the light. Ahead lay a road frequently used by carriages and horses, with a small tavern beside it. This was the only way to reach a distant city.

Qin Ming approached silently, ordered a bowl of wine, and casually asked for directions, actually intending to resonate with the local community and understand the situation in this area.

"There's a city thirty miles ahead..." the shopkeeper explained. He was a simple minotaur.

Suddenly, the entire tavern was illuminated, and the waiter serving the wine unexpectedly ambushed Qin Ming with a club. It was quite sudden and well-hidden, demonstrating the qualities of a top-tier assassin.

Qin Ming reacted quickly, slightly turning his body, but he still made a careless mistake. He was now a swordsman of the sheep tribe, and one of his horns was smashed off and blasted into dust.

"Grandmaster." Qin Ming's mind trembled slightly, his eyes flashed like lightning, and he drew his mutton-fat jade iron knife with a clang.

To be precise, Xiao Er was possessed by a grandmaster. Before that, Xiao Er himself was completely unaware, so there were no flaws.

At the critical moment, the grandmaster's consciousness revived; otherwise, he might have already successfully killed him.

A powerful surge of consciousness energy, like a leaping flame, wielded a crimson-gold mace, broke free from Xiao Er's physical constraints, and unleashed master-level power.

In an instant, the air was filled with the flashing of blades and the clanging of crimson maces as two figures engaged in fierce combat.

The minotaur boss turned pale with fright and scrambled away, while the waiter had already been torn apart by the crimson mace.

With a bang, the master-level consciousness was cleaved in two by the mutton-fat jade iron knife in Qin Ming's hand.

This was a very powerful expert, but his true body had not arrived; only a portion of his pure Yang consciousness had traveled there. He could not fight for long and was repeatedly killed by Qin Ming.

Qin Ming quickly resonated with it, and then his expression changed slightly.

The bandits' attempt to block the news was effective; some grandmasters from afar arrived late and began wandering and roaming the entire area, trying to ambush those who had obtained the opportunity.

Clearly, the masters of this world have a far more thorough understanding of divine grains and black soil than Qin Ming, and know the truth that they can affect thousands of miles.

Some extraordinary individuals, such as those skilled in feng shui and divination, can even vaguely outline a range and some special nodes.

The main point is that this black soil had been revitalized 63 years ago, and it did not disappear. After many years, it has risen again, so there is a lot of information to refer to.

Qin Ming's expression was solemn. He didn't know how many grandmasters had come from afar, and he had to leave this chaotic area as soon as possible.

Aside from those who were late, some masters had actually arrived much earlier, but they didn't dare to venture deep underground to explore themselves, instead waiting on the surface to intercept the loot.

Qin Ming shook his long, wavy hair, activated the Wind Scripture, and ascended to the high sky, riding the wind.

He could fly briefly, whether by the help of strong winds or the power of lightning, but the latter was too noisy, so he chose to ride the wind.

In particular, this area has many high mountains, with thick, dark clouds. Many mountain peaks pierce the clouds, with only parts visible, resembling isolated islands suspended high in the sky.

Qin Ming, a wandering sheep-tribe swordsman with only one horn left, can constantly borrow strength above the sea of ​​clouds and the howling wind, as if he is treading on one isolated island after another.

The sky was magnificent, with an endless sea of ​​night fog. Qin Ming traveled at top speed, and many times he disappeared into the clouds and fog.

The main problem is that some masters wielding scythes, seeking to gain without effort, lurk in the shadows, waiting to reap the rewards in this chaotic land. They are no pushovers and must be guarded against.

Upon careful consideration, he realized that although he had not encountered any fatal dangers on his journey, the process was actually very dangerous. Both the golden will and the old sheep were far beyond what a grandmaster could handle. A slight mistake could have led to utter destruction.

The good fortune Qin Ming obtained at the risk of his life is naturally not to be touched by others. Anyone who dares to steal it will be fought to the death.

"Ding!"

A faint tremor rang out from within the thick clouds, followed by interwoven silver patterns that instantly illuminated the dark sky.

Qin Ming's expression was solemn. "There's a huge net even high in the sky?"
He quickly realized what it was; it must be a spirit-catching net. It wasn't very sturdy, and the fine threads were negligible, but once a living being triggered it, it could activate and quickly send out messages.

Qin Ming's pupils contracted; there were arrangements even at such a high altitude.

He tore through the spirit-catching net and quickly passed through it, only to encounter dozens more nets in the night sky, clearly exposing his whereabouts.

"It's one thing for them to be harvesting with sickles, but now they're using huge nets to scoop me up?!"

Although the chaotic territory is vast, some experts are well-versed in human nature and adept at understanding people's hearts. Whether it is a crucial and necessary path, an easily overlooked dark spot, or an unconventional and reverse approach, someone has considered and made arrangements in advance.

In the distance, a tremendous commotion arose. The sea of ​​night mist surged, and a black raptor, several dozen feet long, emitted a dark light, like a giant flying sword piercing through the void.

It was a master-level exotic bird, and it was the one that laid the large net. The moment it pounced, the sound of thunder was deafening, mainly because it was too fast.

Daring to spread a net high in the sky and intercept a grandmaster alone, it must be incredibly powerful. It released a dark light like black heavenly fire, and with a single claw, the clouds here exploded!
Undeterred, Qin Ming rode the wind and hovered in the air. The moment he drew his mutton-fat jade iron knife, it was as if a white lightning bolt had ripped through the night sky, followed by a burst of primordial light.

Recently, he broke through to the sixth level of the Heart Lamp during a thunderstorm, and his cultivation was steadily improving. He was bursting with confidence, and even though the alien master-level beast was very fierce, he was not afraid.

In the night sky, blades clashed with claws, sparks flying everywhere, like electric arcs spilling out from the clouds and weaving together.

The clanging sounds were incessant!
The black bird felt its claws become rough, then shorter, then bald, and then it started to hurt, with blood dripping down.

After dozens of collisions, the goat-tribe swordsman, who only had one horn left, had his sharp claws stripped bare.

It was stunned. It was a well-known master in its own right, having been in this field for over fifty years. It originally thought that the other party was a bit "inexperienced" and that it should be able to win, but it was immediately assigned to "fix feet".

With a soft "plop," part of its flesh, including its claws, was severed off, splattering crimson blood everywhere.

The master-level exotic bird reacted with lightning speed, shrinking in an instant to human form. Wielding two broadswords, it slashed at Qin Ming with unparalleled ferocity.

In the night sky, blade light and sword energy shot out simultaneously, and the mutton fat jade iron knife and two broadswords continued to collide.

Qin Ming's Primordial Spirit Field expanded in time, distorting the pitch-black sea of ​​night mist.

The master of the strange birds is no ordinary person. He can form a small divine domain outside his body and is able to entangle with the spiritual field in the early stages. This kind of method is quite astonishing.

However, in the end, that magnificent divine realm was torn apart by the spiritual field. The strange bird master could hardly believe it; this was the ultimate technique he relied on to make a name for himself, yet it had been defeated by his opponent.

It was as if it were trapped in a quagmire. Even as a grandmaster, it was in great pain. The tangible spiritual net tightened around it, cutting into its flesh and blood. It struggled but could not break free, and its whole body was covered in blood.

At that moment, Qin Ming unleashed a series of slashes with the mutton-fat jade iron knife in his hand.

The superior bird screamed and reverted to its original form, but its feathers flew everywhere, all stained with blood. Its body was pierced by the blade and its wings were torn off by the spiritual field.

It was then beheaded with a single blow, and Qin Ming followed up with two more blows using the blazing light of the Hunyuan Fist.

"Old Huang, this is to make it up to you!"

A yellow canopy appeared, swirling away clouds, its surface interwoven with starlight, looking very sacred, and in the blink of an eye it absorbed those divine lights of consciousness.

Qin Ming didn't dare to linger and flew away. What he feared most was not others, but the friendly old sheep. Although they had made a pact, the sheep had once been a true god. He was really unsure if they met again.

"Hmm?" He stopped. Suddenly, many lanterns lit up in the mist, and then they became densely packed, covering all directions, making the view bright as far as the eye could see.

The clouds were illuminated, and the surging night fog truly resembled the surface of the sea, shimmering with light.

There were countless large fireflies, each as long as a palm, with glowing tails, covering the night sky. There were so many that it made one dizzy.

"Brother Wu, I'm a step too late." Someone sighed from afar, staring at the falling black feathers. The newcomer was clearly acquainted with the Grandmaster-level exotic bird and they had joined forces to guard this area; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to quickly control the insects to surround it.

Qin Ming sensed danger. Lightning emanated from beneath his feet, and lightning wings intertwined behind him. He charged forward at incredible speed, determined to kill the man.

Rumble!
The area was ablaze with fire, and all the glowing insects rioted, engulfing Qin Ming, their tails shooting out intense flames.

In an instant, the clouds were ablaze; it was truly a fiery sunset.

These insects are called Fireflies. They can quickly absorb nearby energy and release terrifying spiritual fire. If a cultivator is overwhelmed by them, it is a nightmare.

The firefly is a notorious and ferocious creature on the list of strange insects in this world.

With each strike of Qin Ming's blade, some fireflies would be shattered, but the flames would become even more dazzling. They would devour the corpses left behind by their companions, causing the spiritual fire they emitted to reach an even higher temperature.

If there were hundreds or thousands of them, these strange insects would be no match for Qin Ming, but there were just too many of them, covering the sky and seeming to stretch endlessly.

He was greatly exhausted after being overwhelmed by the swarm of insects!
The yellow parasol glowed and hung above Qin Ming's head, with purple aura hanging from its tassels to help him ward off the strange insects. However, the flames were raging, the sea of ​​clouds was burning, and the worms were terrifying, even burying his dusty treasures within.

Qin Ming let out a soft shout, and nearby lightning exploded, briefly clearing away the surrounding fireflies. He then searched for the master insect-controlling expert in the night fog.

At this moment, he was filled with murderous intent and wanted to finish the battle quickly. If he were to become deeply entangled in this place and continue to fight with the endless swarm of insects, he might be in big trouble.

"Found you!" Qin Ming saw the man in blue robes behind the insect swarm, holding a golden conch shell, as if he were talking to someone in the distance.

Qin Ming rode the lightning, leaving a trail of golden footprints in the night sky. The speed was incredible, shattering swarms of fireflies as they hurtled towards the man.

The swarm of insects was boiling over; they were incredibly difficult to deal with. They exploded in swarms, splattering insect matter, but they were fearless, devouring the broken flesh and blood of their companions, and releasing increasingly intense flames.

Suddenly, Qin Ming felt a sense of alarm and swiftly shifted his body to the side. A flash of golden light flew past his ear, nearly piercing the back of his head. His neck throbbed with pain; it had been slashed open, and blood splattered.

Qin Ming's "Refining the Body and Uniting with the Dao Scripture" had already reached a very high level, and with the addition of the "Ultimate Golden Body Scripture," his physical strength was terrifyingly powerful.

Even so, his neck was still pierced; if he had been stabbed in the back of the head, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

At the same time, he felt a tingling sensation in his neck. With a boom, he used the Primordial Heavenly Light to control that part of his flesh and blood, and some of the eroded true blood shot out and was burned into ashes.

Qin Ming's eyes flashed like lightning as he spotted the culprit that had attacked him in the sea of ​​insects—a vicious insect about a foot long.

It resembles a centipede with transparent wings, has a golden horn on its head, and a pair of special forelimbs among its hundred legs, which are like blades. This is a strange insect that ranks even higher than the Firefly in this world - the Golden Horned Blade Insect.

Moreover, it is a master-level old insect.

Its golden horn and blade-like forelimbs gleamed with a cold metallic sheen, while the tips of the horn and blades glowed with a purple hue.

"Purple...Otherworldly gold!"

Qin Ming finally understood why he had almost had his neck cut off.

In the distance, the Grandmaster of the Golden Horned Blade Insect Clan was extremely surprised. Its golden horn and forelimbs were adorned with rare and exotic metal weapons, yet it had failed to decapitate its opponent. The toughness of the flesh and blood far exceeded its expectations.

Qin Ming's neck was covered in blood. He tried to stop the bleeding with a gloomy expression. He had experienced all kinds of dangers in that mysterious red ocean, but he had never suffered such an injury. After escaping, he was almost beheaded. It was a great disgrace.

In an instant, disregarding the immense energy expenditure, layers of divine auras accumulated around him. He used the scriptures and doctrines of the silk scroll to govern all laws, appearing as if a true god had descended to earth, his flesh and blood radiating a terrifying brilliance.

At this moment, the sound of flapping wings could be heard all around. The Golden Horned Insect Grandmaster brought a large number of his people, flying in one after another like flying swords, traversing the void and night mist, shooting towards Qin Ming.

At his strongest, Qin Ming had fused with all the laws. Although the consumption was enormous, his destructive power had indeed increased dramatically. The fire worms and the newly added golden horn worms all exploded one after another as soon as they touched the aura around his body.

Around him, there were dozens of divine rings, densely packed together, creating a dazzling display. Each ring represented a terrifying power.

At that moment, the night sky seemed to have been plowed, the sea of ​​clouds burst open, the strange insects nearby melted away in the terrifying light, while the strange insects in the distance exploded in swarms, their corpses falling with a crackling sound.

The two grandmasters led the swarm of insects in a siege, originally sparing no expense and not caring about losing some rare insects. But now their eyelids were twitching wildly. This rapid, dumping of insects into the abyss of death was consuming them faster than they had expected, and they could not afford such losses.

The Golden Horned Insect Grandmaster's heart pounded. He quickly dodged and summoned a swarm of insects to block his opponent. He realized he was locked on and couldn't escape; his only option was to fight head-on. Between him and Qin Ming, a dense rain of insect corpses fell to the ground.

"Fellow Daoist, help me!" the Golden Horned Insect Grandmaster shouted.

After his encounter with Qin Ming, they fought fiercely. In an instant, he was so shocked that he coughed up blood and many terrible cracks appeared on his body.

He found it hard to believe that the Golden Horned Blade Insectoids had a pale golden shell on their bodies, harder than secret iron, a physique they were so proud of, yet it couldn't withstand the mysterious heavenly light that the opponent unleashed.

Qin Ming was shaken. This strange insect was truly formidable. It did not explode when it collided with the superimposed Primordial Heavenly Light, making it a formidable opponent.

In the distance, the man in blue robes' pupils contracted in shock. That was a Golden Horned Blade Insect of the fifth realm. When fighting with its own body, its insect body was actually cracking and bleeding continuously. What an astonishing scene!

He blew his flute, commanding the swarms of strange insects to save the day, while he himself retreated again and again, feeling panicked and uncertain.

Then, he felt extremely distressed. The massive number of fireflies approached the area, like withered grass being ignited by lightning. The insect corpses rained down and turned to ashes. The casualties were too terrifying.

Qin Ming unleashed his true power, unleashing a continuous and massive burst of genuine chaotic energy.

With a soft "poof," even with its astonishing racial talent, the Grandmaster-level Golden Horned Insect could not withstand the onslaught; its body was torn apart, and half of its torso exploded.

Qin Ming unleashed wave after wave of fist light, striking him repeatedly with fist imprints.

"Ah..." The terrifyingly powerful master of the strange insects, filled with resentment and fear, had his remaining half of his body shatter into pieces and head towards destruction.

Qin Ming used his sticky force to strip away his golden horn and two blade-like forelimbs, which were covered with purple, strange gold blades. Such extraordinary divine objects could not be missed.

Qin Ming turned around and saw that the blue-robed master had fled without looking back. This person was transformed from a firefly, and at this moment, he flapped his wings and disappeared like a streak of light.

The massive number of strange insects were overwhelmed by Qin Ming, and with the loss of the Grandmaster's command, they were no longer as ferocious, allowing Qin Ming to successfully break through.

He tossed his snow-white curly hair, which shone brightly, purifying away the bloodstains, and then straightened the horn on his head.

The wandering swordsman hurried on his way, eager to escape this troublesome place as soon as possible.

However, he had only rushed a short distance when his heart sank and he quickly fell toward the ground, feeling an oppressive force as if facing a collapsing dam.

A grandmaster approached and blocked his path.

It was an old man, whose appearance was similar to that of the Big Insect and the Second Insect, and who came from the same race. He was tall and his body was covered in a dark gold luster.

Behind the old man's humanoid body, besides a pair of black gold wings as big as door panels, he also had a scorpion tail, unlike the Big Worm and the Second Worm.

He was very old and his vitality was waning, but he was absolutely dangerous and deadly.

Clearly, the big worm was lying. He claimed that the old worm had passed away, but he was still alive. He just didn't dare to go underground to explore and instead waited outside to intercept the worm.

The master of the Fireflies—a man in blue robes—follows the Grandmaster of the Zerg.

Qin Ming's heart sank. He had trespassed into the territory where the Zerg Alliance was laying its net, and had finally provoked the most terrifying old Zerg.

"Are you waiting for me to make a move?" The old bug was very oppressive. Although he did not unleash any blood energy or terrifying power, an invisible aura spread and intimidated people.

He used a "great momentum" that was in harmony with heaven and earth, like the pressing down of Mount Feixian, to force Qin Ming to submit without a fight.

Unable to remain suspended in the night sky, Qin Ming was forced to land on the ground.

It must be said that the old bug was extremely powerful. Before even unleashing its true power, it suppressed the earth to the point of collapse using the method of the unity of heaven and man.

This area is riddled with numerous, densely packed, black cracks, several feet wide, that extend into the distance.

Qin Ming withstood the pressure, standing there like a divine spear, and said in a deep voice, "I don't understand why you attacked me. I am also a hunter and have never been underground."

The Firefly Master spoke up: "Someone saw you appear near an exit."

Qin Ming said, "I waited in that area, spotted Shi Shiyong, and chased after him, but eventually lost him."

The man in blue said, "Although Shi Shiyong is strong, your martial arts are even better than his. How come you can't catch up with him?"

Qin Ming replied, "He has a teleportation talisman; how could I possibly catch up with him?"

Then, he said in a deep voice, "Don't you investigate which grandmasters went underground? If you have spies who have investigated, you should know that I am not among those ten."

The man in blue said, "I heard that an old sheep went to harvest divine grain."

Qin Ming said in a deep voice, "Do I look that old to you? Besides, I'm waiting in this area to meet Old Yang. How did you find out?"

Then he countered, "I come from the ancestral land of the Sheep Clan. If I were truly exploring on my own, wouldn't my people have prepared teleportation talismans for me? How could you have intercepted me here?"

At this moment, the golden conch shell on the old insect's body made a sound. He immediately put it to his ear and clearly heard the voice transmission: "An old sheep has appeared six thousand miles away."

Qin Ming said, "Now you're sure, right? You've mistaken the sheep for someone else!"

"No matter what form you are in now, let this old man take a look!" the old insect said. In an instant, he spread his five fingers, which shone with dark gold light and brought a terrifying sense of oppression as he grabbed at Qin Ming.

The ground beneath Qin Ming's feet exploded, his body was forced to sink, and half of his torso was buried in the soil. This Zerg Grandmaster was incredibly terrifying; the void itself rumbled, and nearby mountain walls collapsed.

Qin Ming was shocked. Everything the old worm had said was a lie. The old worm's physical condition was so good that he dared to take action directly.

Silently, a rotten fan appeared in Qin Ming's hand. He activated it on the spot, and it immediately emitted a terrifying fluctuation, with order runes intertwined and Daoist rhymes surging endlessly.

His voice was icy cold as he said, "If it really comes to a bloody battle, it's not certain who will live and who will die!"

The old insect's pupils contracted. At the last moment, he suppressed his powerful aura, looked deeply at Qin Ming, and said, "Alright, I believe you."

Then he turned and left, saying, "We're going six thousand miles away!"

The Firefly Master, dressed in blue, informed us: "The high priest of the Lion-Man race might be over there."

The Zerg Grandmaster said coldly, "Do you think I'm afraid of him?"

With a whoosh, they quickly disappeared into the distance.

The old bug dared not engage in a real battle, because once a bloody fight broke out, he would surely die afterwards, and his condition was far from as good as he appeared.

Qin Ming's face twitched, his heart aching terribly. This rotten fan had a limited number of uses, and he had only partially activated it. Did that mean he had used up half of his chance to use it?

He quickly stuffed it into the rag, halting the revival of the rotting weapon.

"Damn old bug!" Qin Ming had faced so many crises in the mysterious red ocean without activating the rotten fan, but here he almost caused a major conflict.

He wiped the blood from his neck and exhaled a breath of stale air. That bunch of old bastards are getting more and more cautious, afraid to go underground, all waiting on the surface to be predators—truly despicable and hateful.

Qin Ming examined it carefully and said, "Stopping the revival of the treasure fan ahead of time, and taking good care of it after returning home, should be fine."

He then traveled far away, and things went relatively smoothly from there. There were no more grandmasters blocking his way, and he escaped the chaotic area.

That same day, Qin Ming passed through the Ancient Misty Gate and returned to Yezhou. Stepping onto familiar land, he breathed a sigh of relief, finally at ease.

Thinking about his gains, he was filled with excitement.

He did not leave Jinrui City, because after a while, once the turmoil in the other world subsided, he would have to go there again, as he needed to use lightning to temper those divine substances, such as the Purifying Fire and the Wood-attribute Longevity Life Force.

"I wonder how the grand event in the heavens is going, and at the Dragon Transformation Pool, what level of cultivation are the people competing for the supreme inheritance?"

Qin Ming began to take stock of his spoils, including the trophies, his eyes shining.

"Keep the miracle drug for now!"

Although the journey was quite perilous, he finally achieved his goal and successfully broke through the barrier. If he were to return to guiding the lightning and fire to sever sins and refine medicine, he should be able to advance to the next level.

(End of this chapter)