Night without Borders

Chapter 539 Trampling on a Generation
What was he saying? He single-handedly took on all his opponents, conveying the most powerful conviction through incredibly calm words.

Countless eyes fell on Qin Ming, all of them astonished by him.

To his opponents, he was a madman. Although he sat quietly by the seven-stringed zither, exuding a clear and ethereal aura, he was actually so domineering and arrogant that he was practically on top of the world.

How dare he say such a thing?

On the Yujing side, many people were also watching him intently, some lost in thought.

"This Qin Ming is really tough. Putting aside his strength, his courage alone is something few can match."

"He... might be Taiyi!"

Many young people were deeply moved by his words and deeds, and some girls stared intently at the battlefield.

Amidst the cacophony of voices, one could glean from a few words that Qin Ming had mastered the Silk Calligraphy technique on his own, without any guidance, a fact that made the Cui family feel ashamed.

Bai Meng's first reaction was that Brother Ming was reluctant to leave, looking at the giant beasts and abyssal phantoms with gentle eyes, wanting to rack up battle points.

Between the two camps, order was intertwined, like a carpet made from the fur of a superior alien being, covering the night sky and emitting a soft glow.

Qin Ming waited for a response. In order to deal with the True Form Tribulation and for that purest alien gold longsword, he was going all out and shamelessly refused to leave.

In the totem camp, the older generation is very reserved and remains calm throughout. Among the younger generation, many are not outwardly expressive, but their eyes are gradually becoming more piercing.

A small group of radical totem seeds could not tolerate that calm-looking, otherworldly madman openly provoking their generation.

If he were to leave alive, decades or even centuries later, they would likely still feel resentful.

"Everyone, did you hear that? How arrogant this scoundrel is! He has offended the dignity of all those who fought in our totem system. We cannot quell our anger without killing him."

"In this situation, to allow him to spout nonsense is to trample on our altar. If we let him go, we will both be guilty and ashamed of all the knowledge we have gained in our lives."

Even the more composed, emotionless young men exuded a murderous aura, genuinely believing that the person in the arena deserved to die and should not be allowed to escape unscathed.

"Whoever is below the fourth level, isn't he always the 'seed of a wild god' who boasts of being able to defeat the strong and look down on other civilizations? Go and crush him!"

In the totem camp, a group of fighters became emotional, feeling that this was intolerable.

A group of young experts stepped forward, agreed with Qin Ming's statement, and agreed to continue the fight on a mutually agreeable basis.

Soon, five beings emerged, including a treant, a giant silver bear, a fire-form monster, and a young couple.

Bathed in the light of their totems, they all had somber faces and exuded a powerful aura as they walked forward, each of them surrounded by a dense mist of light.

Within their respective holy radiance, looming and disappearing, towering mountains in the distance emerge, altars stand indistinctly, and even numerous figures from various tribes can be seen.

People from many tribes and cities on the land revered them, and then worshipped and offered sacrifices to them.

In this system, each totem has its own territory.

The world of night fog is vast and boundless, which is why so many totems were born.

Only the supreme totem can span across all territories, be worshipped by all races, and even be revered by all totems.

"Everyone, please!" Qin Ming said.

The five masters stepped forward together, taking powerful strides. In an instant, it was as if five small worlds were pressing in, and the blurry mountain scenery and sacrificial scene behind them gradually became clear as they moved.

The five totem seeds all sneered. Their opponent had previously used words to provoke them and made arrogant remarks, challenging all opponents to attack together. They were going to take it seriously and crush him together.

They scoffed inwardly: You think that by successfully provoking us, you'll engage in a battle of wits and a one-on-one duel? Young man, you're overthinking it!
Behind them, a group of young men all agreed, with faint smiles on their lips. Let that madman pretend to be nonchalant; they would just go up and kill him.

"Who does he think he is? A person like that should be scattered here and there, broken into pieces on the ground."

Qin Ming was unaware of their inner thoughts; he simply wanted to gain merit.

"Ding!"

A tremolo note from a zither pierced the night sky, instantly causing many to hold their breath, fall silent, and watch the battlefield with bated breath, awaiting the fierce battle.

The young man among the five creatures was the first to attack. He was rough and had a wild style. He was wearing animal skins, carrying a heavy serrated stone knife. His bronze arms had muscles that writhed like dragons, and he burst out with white energy waves as he slashed forward.

It didn't resemble a stone knife; it was more like a jagged, rocky mountain range, incredibly heavy, shattering the night fog, distorting the void, and emitting a deafening roar.

Qin Ming remained calm and composed, sitting cross-legged and playing the zither to face his opponent. With a resounding clang, a beam of light shot out from one of the strings, like a hammer shattering the heavens, and crashed outwards.

Ahead, the serrated broadsword in the young man's hand trembled incessantly, roaring incessantly, but was actually stopped by a melody of a zither, and the blade's light shone everywhere.

In Yujing, many people know that when the seven-stringed zither trembles, divine light shoots out, which is the release of chaotic energy, so powerful that it frightens even the young people.

With a roar, the young man's phantom images of mountains appeared behind him, and the myriad valleys gradually took shape, signaling the imminent commencement of a vague sacrificial ritual.

That is his source of power, the foundation of the totem path, and now it resonates with him, and he is mobilizing his power to the greatest extent possible.

The serrated stone knife in his hand was incredibly heavy, as if it were coming back to life. It slashed at his opponent, transforming into a dragon-shaped mountain range that crashed down with a deafening roar.

This weapon has quite a history. It was made by collecting the essence of the stone mountain and extracting the dragon energy from the mountain ridge, and it was polished into such a fierce stone knife. Now it seems to have a spirit.

Qin Ming played the zither, and from his fingertips and the strings flew out waves of chaotic energy that stuck to the blade, as if he were capturing a dragon and controlling a phoenix, trying to pull it away.

With a buzzing sound, the stone knife cut through the air, seemingly about to fly away.

People even heard the roar of a dragon, and the serrated broadsword seemed to be losing control as it tried to break free of the young man's right hand.

"kill!"

The others could not stand idly by. The four masters attacked simultaneously. The treant, covered in old tree bark like dragon scales, swept out with his right leg. With a crack, it was like a divine whip striking, the sound like thunder, making everyone's mental field unstable.

A thick root, resembling a blade or a spearhead, extended from the front of his right foot, heading straight for Qin Ming's head.

The moment Qin Ming plucked the strings, a blinding light shone out, striking the thick root and causing it to ignite and then explode.

On the other side, the silver giant bear roared to the sky, its paw larger than a mammoth's, as if it were standing in a sea of ​​blood, with endless corpses behind it, as if it had broken out of hell.

This giant bear once ravaged a land, destroying several large tribes that refused to worship it overnight, thus creating a blood-red domain.

It carried an intense, boundless killing intent as it slammed towards Qin Ming.

Qin Ming saw the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and saw the past of this giant bear. His face immediately darkened, and his chaotic energy shot out, accompanied by the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers.

On the strings, the primordial celestial light that flew out took shape, becoming a celestial dragon and a white tiger, which together attacked and killed the silver giant bear.

In a brief clash, the silver bear's skin was torn and blood flowed on the spot, this time from its own blood, not from the blood of the vanished tribe.

Within the totem seed, both the flame-shaped monster and the young woman made swift and fierce attacks. One carried boundless divine fire, while the other, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, swept across the sky, creating a shower of petals—which were actually countless lotus-shaped blades.

With a loud boom, the divine fire first boiled, but was then scattered by a Vermilion Bird that flew up from the sound of the zither.

The rain of flowers exploded, and the fallen petals scattered. They were blocked by a stream of light, and the chaotic energy collided with the lotus-shaped treasure one after another, creating a deafening clang.

In an instant, Qin Ming sat cross-legged in front of the seven-stringed zither, blocking the five masters with just the radiant light he emitted.

The people in the totem camp changed their expressions. This madman was not just talking nonsense; he was actually able to block the five totem seeds they sent out all by himself.

The five masters felt humiliated. Their opponents sat still, playing the zither to resist them, which was a sign of disrespect. Yet, they were actually blocked.

"kill!"

The five totem seeds roared and launched a fierce attack with all their might. They had to change the situation, otherwise they would lose face in front of everyone.

Behind them, the sacrificial scene became increasingly realistic.

Five smaller worlds approached, some scenes depicting bloodshed and corpses strewn across the land; others were engulfed in raging flames, stretching as far as the eye could see; still others saw mountains and valleys tremble and flash with the light of blades; and in the depths of an abyss, a metallic lotus flower bloomed…

Qin Ming played the zither, and the sound gradually changed from the initial melodious and pleasant tinkling to a continuous and resonant clanging, with the light of the sky crisscrossing and spreading throughout the void.

He mastered the Chaos Force to its extreme, leaving the five masters disheveled and disfigured.

The five men were injured and bleeding. They looked at each other in disbelief. Could it be that the other party really hadn't reached the fourth realm yet?
They were determined, and the hazy sacrificial scene behind them seemed to be approaching reality, with countless tribes and barbaric races bowing and worshipping there, as if they were offering sacrifices to the heavens.

In an instant, dense runes and yellow paper seemed to fall from the void, from an unknown place, suppressing Qin Ming.

Clang! Clang! Clang…

Qin Ming's fingers moved with incredible agility. As he brushed across the seven-stringed zither, a massive amount of chaotic energy swept out, like a swarm of comets falling from the sky.

The sacrificial chants were interrupted, and all five masters coughed up blood. Some were even pierced through and staggered backward, all in disbelief.

They couldn't accept it; they had previously said that if this madman got away scot-free, they would all be guilty.

As a result, they joined forces to attack, but each of them was wounded.

The giant bear roared to the sky, standing on the blurred altar.

The woman gave a soft shout and stood on the lotus flower in the abyss.

The young man stood before the altar on the dragon-shaped mountain ridge. Amid the prayers of the various tribes, he held a knife in both hands and slowly slashed at his opponent.

……

The five masters all ascended their own blurred altars, displaying a desperate, all-out effort to exhaust their future potential and fight to the death, regardless of the cost.

Qin Ming's expression was calm as he plucked the strings of his zither. In an instant, a celestial dragon rose to the sound of the music, a roc spread its wings and soared into the sky, a golden crow carrying boundless flames roared away, and a celestial phoenix underwent rebirth, carrying the essence of life and death, and spread its wings to soar...

Many people stared wide-eyed; this was no ordinary manifestation of celestial light.

Some legendary species are difficult to manifest in their true form, but if they succeed, they will be accompanied by some corresponding great power.

As Qin Ming played the zither, one species after another materialized, and the entire seven-stringed zither exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

In the next instant, the five masters were knocked off the altar and engaged in fierce battles with Tianlong, Golden-Winged Roc, and Golden Crow.

They were actually suppressed, covered in blood, and severely injured by those legendary species.

"To grasp its essence is not simply to manifest its form."

Then, Qin Ming played the zither again, and the five strings suddenly shot out, piercing through the five masters and causing their bodies to stiffen.

They discovered that the heart was shattered! The five masters felt powerless, each looking down at their chests. Even the flame-shaped creature was completely panicked, overwhelmed by boundless fear.

The five strings suddenly retreated, the five masters stood frozen in place, the blurry altar collapsed, and the illusory scene dissipated.

Qin Ming continued to pluck the strings, but the tone was no longer so high-pitched; instead, it was soft and gentle, like the shimmering surface of the sea reflecting the stars, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace.

The five masters' bodies were covered in cracks, crisscrossing and bleeding, and their spirits had also suffered severe damage.

At the last moment, they all wanted to escape. Their lingering resentment and the desire to kill this fiend were nothing; only survival mattered.

However, as Qin Ming's fingers forcefully swept across the entire guqin, a thunderous roar, as if crashing waves and jagged rocks were piercing the sky, shattered the tranquility.

The sea, reflecting the stars, was once peaceful and serene, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a tsunami, with sword energy soaring into the sky, each wave a flash of sword light.

With such a sea of ​​swords boiling over, how could the five totem seeds possibly withstand it?

In an instant, their bodies were shredded.

During this process, Qin Ming beckoned, and the super rare blood contained within the silver giant bear, swirling with silver light and emitting a rich medicinal fragrance, was drawn over and fell into a spiritual crystal with extremely high purity.

The totem faction is something many people find incredibly exciting.

They felt that the people in Yujing used similar and efficient methods when collecting super rare blood, just like skilled workers buying goods. They were almost identical, if not exactly cut from the same mold, and were all demons.

"There are no good people in Yujing!" a totem muttered through gritted teeth.

The consciousnesses of the five totem seeds left their bodies, attempting to escape through spiritual travel, but were ultimately engulfed by the sword energy surging from the vast ocean.

"Ah..." Accompanied by a shrill scream, they were rapidly heading towards their demise.

The seven-stringed zither in front of Qin Ming was dim, and some of the strings were broken, showing that casting the spell consumed a lot of energy.

Finally, a dim shadow fled to the edge of the battlefield, overjoyed. It was the treant's consciousness flame that had managed to escape with great difficulty.

"Watch out!" someone warned.

However, it was all too late. A glowing piece of paper, accompanied by symbols such as Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, and Yu, fell upon him.

"You...didn't you say you only wanted us to listen to the music?" the tree-man struggled and roared.

Qin Ming responded, "Yes, that's the lingering effect of the music."

The paper glowing was the manifestation of the musical score; the final, exquisite melody emanated, covering and repeatedly strangling the Tree Man's consciousness.

The last totem seed was thus annihilated, both in form and spirit.

The night breeze blew by, and the lingering sound of the zither gradually faded away.

A ripple of spiritual light spread out, like the lingering echoes of a seven-stringed zither and its score. They glowed, scattered, and flowed back into Qin Ming's body as gentle streams.

He rose to his feet, his demeanor serene and otherworldly. Though fierce and ruthless, he remained unstained by blood, appearing ethereal and otherworldly, like a banished immortal standing on the battlefield.

"Well done, as expected of Qin Ming. He mastered the Chaos Force on his own and destroyed the five future totems with a single melody."

"To kill the enemy with detachment and ease, as if brushing away dust."

On the Yujing side, the younger generation immediately erupted in excitement, with many people staring intently at the figure in the arena.

Even some cultivators who practice immortality techniques are questioning their existence. They are considering whether to refer to the New Life Path system, as the two have a high degree of overlap and may be worth taking seriously.

This was the first time Qin Ming had displayed this power in front of everyone in the sky, immediately drawing the attention of many.

"Lu Jingli from the Celestial Venerable's family doesn't seem to have much contact with Qin Ming, does she?"

"Yes, that's right. Look over there, the Huang family seems to be interested."

……

In the eyes of many, Qin Ming is just beginning to show his talent. Apart from not being high enough in terms of cultivation level, he has no shortcomings and is shining brightly.

Of course, it was mainly because those with clever minds superimposed him with Taiyi, constantly elevating his status in their minds.

Some people temporarily ignored the truth and evidence and assumed that he was the right person.

Of course, not everyone held a positive attitude. For example, Xie Muze, the grandmaster of Xingchen Mountain, had contacted Qin Ming in Sky City, but the talks ended badly and they broke up.

He was very assertive and had warned and intimidated Qin Ming, stating that adults must be responsible for their choices and actions.

At this moment, his face was cold, and he remained silent.

In the sky, Cheng Xian, a grandmaster from another powerful force, frowned and muttered to himself, "Back then, I prevented him from ascending to heaven and interfered with his acquisition of the supreme inheritance. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?"

In the past, he descended to earth, splashed ink and painted in a mountain villa, and spread a rumor that almost caused Meng Xinghai to die at the hands of the Three-Eyed Cult's deity. His real intention was to harm Qin Ming.

The younger generation in the totem camp all looked very upset. They couldn't swallow this insult. They were already resentful and wanted to teach that madman a lesson.

The result is this...

Five totem seeds—it's practically a free lunch.

Some of the warmongers grew angrier and angrier the more they looked, staring at that extraordinary, charismatic figure, feeling as if they had swallowed a dead child.

A colossal beast with three dragon heads spoke up: "He's almost exhausted. His seven-stringed zither has dimmed, and the strings finally snapped. He's clearly at his last gasp. Who should take advantage of this opportunity to finish him off quickly?"

However, the totem seeds whose realm was lower than the middle stage of the fourth realm were all quiet and no one responded. That killer looked like he had immortal energy, but his move was too domineering.

The thought of the word "killer" and the use of vulgar and indecent words made them all feel a chill. Could this be the source of their trouble?
They suspected that Qin Ming had publicly "showed off" his skills by displaying two of the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting because he had been ridiculed in this way earlier, and that he was now overwhelming his enemies here.

Within the totem camp, the disgruntled experts repeatedly sent telepathic messages asking if anyone would join the fray, but none of the young people who claimed to be able to defy the strong responded.

Qin Ming felt a little regretful, as his time as an actor was almost up and he could no longer rack up more achievements.

Looking into those cold eyes and at the massive figure shrouded in blood, he could only sigh. It was all about battle merits, precious medicines, and rare metals.

He was able to break the rules and single-handedly defeat eight enemies, which was quite satisfactory.

"Brother Ming can kill a Grandmaster, yet he's still obsessed with bullying the weak. It's really..." Bai Meng shook his head inwardly from a distance.

Qin Ming sensed something, turned around and looked back, as if he had seen through his younger brother's thoughts.

He really wanted to say that you don't understand the joy of crushing noobs, mainly because you're not skilled enough and don't have the ability to dominate.

Clearly, Qin Ming understood Cao Qianqiu's mindset: bullying the weak and sweeping away all enemies would indeed incur the hatred of the world, but it would satisfy himself.

Old Cao was actually very strong; he even provoked several patriarchs to kill him back then, which shows how terrifying he was. He was indeed very hated, unpredictable, and acted entirely on his whim. If he passed by a place and didn't like someone, he would kill them with a single palm strike.

After sweeping away all his enemies, Qin Ming thought of Cao Qianqiu and sighed, "Everyone has a Cao Qianqiu living in their heart, wanting to look down on the world."

When Bai Meng saw Qin Ming looking over, he immediately waved.

At the same time, he also had doubts and questions: how could Brother Ming conceal his true abilities in front of the older generation without being noticed?

He couldn't possibly know about the rag's existence; that was top secret.

In the past, Qin Ming had already proven the concealing power of the tattered cloth during his decisive battle with Cui Chonghe in the capital of Dayu. Therefore, he was not worried about revealing his weakness when facing the older generation of figures after being summoned by the Golden List.

"I still want to play chess with someone. Are there any other fellow Daoists who would like to join the game?" Qin Ming sat down cross-legged, reluctant to leave.

In front of him, the geomagnetic lines intertwined, forming a giant chessboard, and in his left and right hands he held a black piece and a white piece respectively, ready to place them.

In the totem camp, a group of young men were furious and seething with anger. However, the young faces in their own camp were all incredibly "composed," remaining silent and none of them dared to challenge them.

If pushed to the limit, some young totem seeds retorted, "If you're so capable, then sever your own timeline, erase your cultivation, and go up there yourself!"

Qin Ming said, "If all else fails, I'll paint a picture and we'll have a literary contest, how about that?"

From the totem faction, the five-colored beast spoke with a grim face: "You must leave the scene immediately!"

Anyone could see that Qin Ming was reluctant to leave the battlefield.

It gives people a strange feeling. It was clearly a life-or-death battle, and once you went up there, you might not be able to come back alive. Yet, he completely exploded the tension of the blood-stained battlefield and the feeling of walking on the edge of death, and then smoothed it out.

Qin Ming stood there quietly, like a gentle breeze, soothing the atmosphere of the tragic battlefield and allowing people to briefly forget the scarlet blood and broken bones.

"Don't test my patience, or I'll break the rules and kill you!" the five-colored beast coldly threatened.

Qin Ming stared at it again and again, wanting to say: Don't worry, I'll be back!

The five-colored beast was radiating a divine light, and its massive body was filled with master-level power.

It looked down at me and said, "What are you looking at? Even if you cultivate for another twenty years, you might not be able to stand in front of me. You are not worthy to stand alongside me."

Qin Ming turned around gracefully, made a note of it for now, and planned to challenge it to a duel later, before walking off the field.

The Golden List proclaimed: "The older generation fought to the death to dominate the world."

Clearly, it was in high spirits. Looking at the totem sacred mountain opposite, it said, "The younger generation is fighting for the future. Judging from your current performance, your future is worrying. If you dare to disrespect Yujing again, the very survival of your supreme civilization will be in question."

It has a wealth of talented people under its command, and speaks with great confidence.

Qin Ming withdrew from the battlefield and walked towards the edge. Facing the crowd from Yujing, he immediately felt countless tangible gazes upon him; he was being watched by all sides.

Even grandmasters from places like Lei Ze Palace, Zi Xiao Cave, and Tian Shen Ridge nodded to him, clearly showing their intention to get close to and win him over.

"If you want to know if my master is engaged or has a Daoist partner, you'd better go ask them yourselves." Su Mohua was surrounded by people.

Qin Ming saw Tang Yushang in the crowd. She was still as confident as ever, with her snow-white chin held high, looking down on everyone, as if it was Qin Ming who had been defeated last time, not herself.

Tang Yushang spoke dismissively from afar, wanting to erase the shameful and embarrassing incident of her sobbing.

Qin Ming merely smiled slightly and lifted his foot slightly, which ignited the emotions of the Tang Dynasty.

Totem Holy Mountain spoke up: "Enough. This kind of exchange has lost its original meaning. In the final moments, let's fight to the very end!"

A series of defeats had completely eroded its patience and instilled a sense of unease. Deep within the world of night fog, pairs of scarlet eyes opened, radiating cold malice. The totem civilization, which had aspired to be among the first to be seated, now worried about being targeted.

(End of this chapter)