Night without Borders

Chapter 549 All the Gods and Buddhas Underground
Qin Ming was dumbfounded and completely stunned!

He rarely loses his composure like this, but now he's a bit disoriented and seems lost in thought.

This is the underground world. He pierced through the thick layers of soil and arrived at what should have been an empty space. What did he see? A vast ocean, a moon, and a multitude of stars.

Each and every one of them is so awe-inspiring; how could such things be found underground?
Qin Ming's body pierced through the soil. When he felt a void, he thought he had arrived at a cave or an endless abyss, but what he saw was a vast, flowing sea.

Earlier, he saw purple clouds rolling in the soil and red clouds pressing down overhead, like rivers and seas. That was a description, somewhat exaggerated. Now he thinks it's very "realistic".

Underground, the purple aura stretched endlessly, the red clouds resembled the sky, and the waves were magnificent. Purple and red merged in the distance, and the sea and sky met at the horizon, creating a truly beautiful scene.

This realm completely surpasses all the records in Tantric legends. This place of divine attainment is not only perfect and dreamlike, but should not exist at all.

Is this a vast abyss? Yet it gave birth to such magnificent and wondrous phenomena, a grand and boundless spectacle. This is a place for cultivating the Dao.

“It is profound, like the origin of all things.” Qin Ming gained a direct and tangible understanding of the descriptions of the Dao in ancient books.

Earlier, he was still pondering that this underground world was the source of all laws, and now it seems to be providing evidence, rather than just wild speculation.

Between the sea and the sky, a moon hangs in the air.

However, there was clearly something wrong with it; it was a blood moon, and it was pierced by divine chains, as if it were locked there.

Behind it, there is a huge stone cliff, or a magnificent broken mountain, which overlooks a distant view with many buildings.

It was this terrain that convinced Qin Ming that it was not in the sea, but indeed in the Great Abyss, where rough stone walls occasionally emerged from the sea.

An endless cliff lies across the sea, its exposed portion constantly submerged by the surging purple ocean.

The red clouds in the sky descended and poured down upon those lands.

No matter how you look at it, this place seems like a supreme Taoist paradise.

"Ten colors!" Qin Ming was shocked. He had seen these colors and the profound Daoist charm before, which was the Jade Capital.

In the Jade Capital, there is a ten-colored ice mountain with many ice caves covered with spiderweb-like threads that seal it off.

On the magnificent cliff, there are no mystical icebergs, but rather a mist of light that covers the entire area, making it hazy and ethereal, as if it were not in reality, as if separated by billions of miles of sky and the ancient river of time.

Some buildings are faintly visible, but they clearly have an exotic style, like a huge city without walls. Most of them have collapsed and can be vaguely seen. The few huge buildings that still stand are also full of cracks.

Outside the cliff, stars dotted the landscape, not very clear, but visible, surrounding and guarding the void around it.

To be precise, those should be meteorites.

As the ten-colored mist undulated, the fragments of stars shone brightly.

The cliff was deathly still, devoid of any sign of life.

The blood moon lay before it, formed from the condensation of endless Yin energy. It was not originally this color, but it was entangled with boundless karmic fire and bloodlust, which together stained it into this form.

Occasionally, it sheds its karmic fire and bloodlust, becoming a divine moon.

At this moment, streaks of light will fly out, like one hazy moon after another, slowly rising, trying to escape this place, but in the end they will be sucked back by the cliff.

Qin Ming strongly suspected that the divine moon that the old totem saw rising into the sky was the most intense stream of light shooting out when the blood moon here returned to normal.

The blood moon, pierced by divine chains, was locked in front of a massive cliff. At first, Qin Ming thought it was a tangible chain, but then he discovered that it was more like tentacles covered with cold scales, leading into the depths of the ten-colored light mist.

"The moon was condensed using the power of the moon, and stars were refined using meteorites. Did they also artificially create a sun? However... even if they did, they couldn't save it. It must have fallen."

Qin Ming stared ahead, his mind uneasy.

Where exactly did he arrive?
He dared not utter a sound; he could only think about all of this in his mind, and he had already concealed his aura with an old cloth.

Although Qin Ming felt that the cliff was desolate and devoid of any living creatures, he still dared not make any rash moves. He truly hadn't expected to enter such a place.

This is way beyond my understanding; it's incomprehensible.

With a deafening roar, purple energy surged for 30,000 miles in the abyss, soon engulfing the precipice. There, boundless karmic fire rose up and burned fiercely.

Only when the tide receded and the cliffs appeared did the karmic fire gradually subside.

Is this the truth behind the ancient blood-red sky falling?

Inside the ancient temple, the peerless expert led all the masters in the temple to fight against the chariot, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Even the strongest one was reduced to ashes, and the others were left with nothing.

The yellow canopy was unusually solemn. It didn't dare to speak, but instead touched Qin Ming's body to convey a message, telling him that this was probably the fallen Supreme Daoist Temple.

Qin Ming's heart pounded with excitement, a surging wave of emotion washing over him. This was a place similar to Yujing.
If that's the case, then many things become understandable.

No wonder in ancient times, the sky was stained with blood, as if the heavens were collapsing. It was a supreme sacred site falling, and even if the gods tried to lift it up, it would be no match for it.

No wonder this place is so perfect, as if it nurtures a tangible Tao, far more perfect than the most ideal place of ascension in Tantric legends.

Because this is the highest place.

For those practicing esoteric Buddhism, choosing this place is no less significant than settling down in the Jade Capital!
Who can provide such a foundation for becoming a god?

To subdue a supreme realm and become a god is simply a fantasy.

Perhaps thousands of years ago, or perhaps even longer ago, a supreme civilization was destroyed, falling from the heavens and falling into silence here.

This is no less than a rain of gods and Buddhas falling from the sky, burying them all on earth.

Qin Ming was pondering whether he could climb to the top of the cliff, but as soon as he had the thought, his hair stood on end. He experienced a moment of "mental clarity" and, in a daze, saw himself suddenly die.

"I...!" He had only been thinking about it when he had this divine connection.

At the same time, Huang Luo Cangsan also secretly reminded: "Even a centipede that dies does not fall down; there may still be incomprehensible phenomena and strange occurrences."

Once upon a time, a supreme civilization was slaughtered, its blood and fury engulfed in boundless karmic flames, as it fell from the heavens. Theoretically, everything on this land would cease to exist and be completely destroyed.

However, that's not the case; it simply sank underground.

The ten-colored mist covered the dilapidated city on the huge cliff, isolating it from the outside world; otherwise, the aura emanating from there would have been even more terrifying.

Qin Ming dared not approach the place where the fallen had perished, but instead swam in the vast ocean. He felt that he could not stay in such a place for long, and he felt a little panicked.

He was eager to break through the barrier and come to this blessed place; if he turned around and ran away, he would feel ashamed of himself.

In one's life, there are few great opportunities. A place like this, comparable to the Jade Capital falling from the sky, is something that might be hard to come by even once in countless great eras.

"Besides the Daoist essence and spirituality, is there nothing else?"

Qin Ming crossed the vast ocean in his physical body, hoping to see islands and discover the great medicine of the earth immortals, but he was very disappointed. The purple aura was boundless, but it did not give rise to any divine things.

His inner world remains open, capturing purple mists and red clouds to irrigate his own domain.

"Why do I feel a palpitation?" Qin Ming's expression changed slightly. He turned around and rushed towards the top of the abyss, disappearing into the soil.

Huang Luo, with his canopy, said, "Hurry up. This area is filled with purple aura like the sea and red clouds pressing down overhead. The fact that you can have this kind of telepathic feeling in such a peaceful atmosphere indicates that there is a big problem."

In fact, it also felt it was inappropriate.

Even if the highest realm is destroyed, it is still beyond the comprehension of a grandmaster.

Moreover, both of them, without prior arrangement, thought of the purple lotus in the ancient temple, which had once been parasitized by someone.

Furthermore, the grass and trees covering the mountains and fields would cry out in pain if stepped on, which is quite strange.

As he entered the soil, Qin Ming not only drew upon the purple aura and red clouds, but also imprinted those sacred patterns.

He felt regretful that if he could have spent a year or two in seclusion in such a place, the foundation of Tantric Buddhism would have been incredibly solid, and would have remained strong and immortal ever since.

Unfortunately, there aren't so many "what ifs" in life.

Normally, only gods and immortals can reside in Jade Capital for a long time. How could a minor cultivator of the fourth realm from the ground be qualified to cultivate in the highest land?

"Huh? This trip was definitely worthwhile!"

In the soil, many of those sacred patterns are not merely imprinted, but rather wander within his inner landscape, continuously enhancing the vitality of this foundation.

After leaving the Great Abyss, Qin Ming did not rush to go far away. Instead, he appeared in his physical body and wandered in the thick Dao soil above.

He was desperately absorbing all beneficial substances, eager to achieve quick success, and he didn't care about being "eager for quick results" or lacking long-term vision.

Otherwise, you'll miss this opportunity.

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Something's wrong; strange hair seems to be growing on his back!
Qin Ming felt something; they were streaks of blood rushing from the soil, trying to take root on his back, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

It resembled a blood-red aura, a tangible chain of magic, or even hair. It approached him, even touching his body, causing dozens or even hundreds of fine beams of light to connect to his back.

With a bang, Qin Ming burst out of the soil and came to the surface. Hundreds of blood lines could be seen, almost piercing through him, causing him unbearable pain.

He stretched out his body and tumbled over the ashes of the peerless master in the temple, for there were still faint traces of golden light remaining there.

He felt like he was about to explode, his body cracked from being touched by the lingering golden glow.

However, those hundreds of blood lines also faded and returned to the soil.

With a clang, Qin Ming leaped across several courtyards and arrived at the main gate of the temple. He smashed the broken bronze plaque, using its clear, resonant sound to vibrate himself and cleanse his flesh and blood with its spirituality.

"Indeed, most of the opportunities and fortunes in this world belong to someone else. Even if the original owner has passed away, one must pay a price to take them here."

Qin Ming's back was pierced, and his body was covered in cracks. He had mastered the "Refining Body and Harmonizing with the Dao Scripture" and was also proficient in the "Ultimate Golden Body". He could kill a Grandmaster and tear apart a Nascent Soul with his bare body, but he still suffered a huge loss and almost died here.

He didn't want to stay; there were serious problems with this area.

Along the way, he trampled on some grass, trees, and thorns, causing them to cry out, which made his expression change repeatedly and his mind to wander.

These plants and trees claim to be gods. Could it be that the fallen supreme abode is showing signs of revival?

As Qin Ming ran, a thought struck him, and he picked some strange fruits. Regardless of their value, he harvested a batch first, since he wasn't going to eat them anyway.

If Tang Yushang was still not convinced and challenged him to a duel, he would give her one. "Forget it, we can't joke like that." Qin Ming quickly shook his head; if something really happened, it would be a huge problem.

This kind of fruit could be given to someone like Cui Chongxiao, who has always been hostile towards him, to see if Cui Chongxiao can also form a core, transform into an infant, and give birth.

Qin Ming pondered, "Next time I go to another realm, I'll bring these fruits with me and specifically participate in the auction of the God-like Assembly!"

He needs to find a place to heal his injuries, and then digest the Daoist essence and spiritual substances he obtained in the Supreme Daoist Land, and ponder those sacred patterns. Perhaps with these, he can break through the barrier.

Within his inner realm, the purple aura and red clouds were so dense that they made his foundation for becoming a deity more solid, and a vibrant vitality was being nurtured within him.

He comforted himself: "Actually, there's no point in staying any longer; the interior locations are already saturated."

Qin Ming traversed the dense forest flowing with words, emerging from the mysterious realm. Without lingering, he vanished into the primeval forest in a flash.

Outside, the crimson forest stretched out endlessly.

Dressed in black, Qin Ming rode the wind and disappeared into the night sky, quickly traveling far away.

Suddenly, he groaned, and his back split open, revealing dozens or even hundreds of blood streaks that looked like long steel needles piercing through his flesh.

His expression changed; the negative influence was still there, not completely eradicated or eliminated.

To avoid any accidents, Qin Ming landed on the ground, fearing he might suddenly lose control and crash headfirst into the earth.

A moment later, Qin Ming felt as heavy as a mountain. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and a blood-red figure gradually appeared behind him, as if he were carrying a living being on a long journey.

He could feel the chilling aura penetrating his flesh and blood.

What kind of monster have we provoked? Qin Ming felt a heavy weight in his heart.

In an instant, his inner lamp lit up, and the four kinds of firelight—the true fire of the sun, the fire of the southern light, the fire of purifying the world, and the fire of the six Ding gods—shone on his whole body, cleansing his flesh and spirit.

Behind him, the crimson creature transformed into human form and desperately tried to burrow into the wound. After being burned by the Fourfold True Fire, its movements became even more violent.

Qin Ming's face turned pale. He had never encountered such a situation before. He felt the shadow of death approaching, about to completely engulf him.

He roared and fought back with all his might, the four divine fires burning the blood shadow, causing it to let out a chilling howl.

Burning it with divine fire was effective, but it did not completely eradicate it.

Qin Ming's heart sank. This blood-red figure was of a higher level and had a deeper cultivation than him. It was spreading into his flesh and blood from the cracks on its body.

The yellow canopy umbrella revived, and without Qin Ming's command, it shot out countless strands of purple light, sticking to the blood shadow and trying to extract it.

With a thunderous roar, Qin Ming's body surface was covered with dense Primordial Thunder Script, and lightning erupted one after another, as he cleansed himself with the most powerful and yang lightning.

This is suspected to be an old monster. Although it has serious problems, its remaining power can still suppress Qin Ming and Huang Luo's umbrella, which is terrifying!
The blood-red light exploded in the thunder, but then reformed, with some of it entering Qin Ming's body. The blood-red light that reappeared outside pried open his inner realm.

Qin Ming felt heavy-hearted. Recklessly consuming opportunities had ultimately led to serious problems. Those opportunities were mixed with dangerous substances; otherwise, how could this blood-red monster have forcibly opened his inner realm?

Sure enough, within its interior, wisps of blood-red aura emerged, coalesced, and merged with the blood-red figure that had broken in.

In an instant, within Qin Ming's inner vision, the Heaven-Opening Axe hung high, slashing towards the blood-red monster.

At this moment, he had no choice and felt trapped in a desperate situation. If he didn't fight back now, he would have no chance.

At the same time, the blood-red light that had penetrated Qin Ming's flesh was about to completely erode him, already damaging his internal organs. It was truly terrifying and extremely critical.

Suddenly, within his body, all laws converged into one, condensing into a golden elixir, accompanied by dozens of divine rings, which then exploded and rushed towards all parts of his body.

This is his strongest chaotic energy concentrated and then fully erupted!

In an instant, the cloud of blood mist was shattered and expelled from the body.

The yellow parasol opened its canopy recklessly, then closed it again, temporarily absorbing the blood-red light.

Qin Ming was bleeding profusely, his internal organs were injured and cracked. He had been severely injured in just a moment by the invasion. If he had not studied the "Refining Body and Harmonizing with the Dao Scripture" to an extremely high level, he would have been torn apart long ago.

At this moment, in his inner vision, the Heaven-Opening Axe cleaved away the blood mist, but in the blink of an eye, the blood light reformed.

It's like an immortal blood shadow; even if you destroy it, it can reform.

The next moment, nine-colored holy evil spirits appeared in Qin Ming's inner vision, evolving into calamity energy, and then, in conjunction with the Heaven-Opening Axe in his inner vision, they bombarded the Blood Shadow.

With a loud bang, the blood shadow exploded once more and was blasted out of the inner realm.

At the same time, the yellow umbrella shook violently, and the blood shadow it had bound broke free. The two blood shadows merged into one, forming a humanoid monster.

Qin Ming felt a heavy weight in his heart. In just a moment of fighting, his body was covered in cracks and his internal organs were injured. Since he had achieved a certain level of cultivation, he had rarely suffered such a severe loss.

Today, one wrong move and he could die here.

The yellow parasol hung silently above his head, casting down beams of light like silk ribbons, protecting him inside.

Qin Ming activated the Silk Calligraphy, this time incorporating elements of the Fate-Changing Scripture, to rapidly heal his injuries. The cracks in his body healed at a visible speed, though the extent of the healing inside remained unknown.

The blood-red figure did not immediately make a move, but instead transmitted its voice to a pitch-black talisman, with real syllables and intonation, like a very ancient language.

Qin Ming naturally couldn't understand it, but the other party's mental fluctuations were not concealed, which allowed him to hear them clearly.

"A piece of 'gem-level soil' has been discovered, which can cultivate 'Taoist seeds'. It is very compatible with the path of the third Taoist seed. You can come and plant it." It actually transmitted this kind of information.

Although Xueying spoke vaguely, Qin Ming still understood. He was the so-called "treasure-level soil" with a No. 3 Dao Seed, which could be parasitized by borrowing a body.

From the other end of the talisman came a subtle fluctuation, as if inquiring about details.

"The soil is not at a high level now, but it has great potential. It may be able to give birth to a near-perfect true body on his 'flesh and blood field'."

On the other side, seemingly somewhat hesitant, the third Dao Seed was quite picky about wanting a truly flawless flesh and blood Dao Field.

Blood Shadow replied, "Perhaps this flesh and blood Dao field is flawless; you can come and give it a try."

If Qin Ming had been unharmed, he would have already launched a violent attack.

There are actually people who are picking and choosing him, trying to create something new in him, what do they take him for?
As for now, he is healing his wounds while fleeing into the distance, pushing his speed to the limit.

He rarely found himself in such a predicament. Circumstances were beyond his control; he was too close to that silent, supreme place, and the enemy was indeed terrifying.

The crimson figure chased after Qin Ming, locking onto him with incredible speed, almost touching Qin Ming's back again.

Qin Ming suddenly turned around and unleashed the Nine-Colored Sword Aura, which blasted his opponent to pieces with a bang. However, the blood shadow only dimmed slightly before reappearing.

Moreover, it used a secret technique to transform into a blood-red mist, merging into the void silently, and even intended to enter the opponent's body in the form of Daoist energy.

Qin Ming's dozens of divine rings resonated, and with a loud bang, they shattered it.

The reappearance of the crimson creature was unexpected. This flesh-and-blood Dao field, which was not of high cultivation level, was so tenacious, fighting against the strong with the weak until now.

It transformed into a ball of "flame," which was actually a rune, exuding an aura of order. With a thunderous roar, it resembled a giant blood-red fist, swirling with light, and smashed forward.

The yellow parasol tried to block Qin Ming, but it was knocked away instead.

Qin Ming first tried to dodge, but found that his opponent was like a shadow and he couldn't shake him off at all. So he went all out and used his fist, which was as bright as the sun and carried dozens of divine rings, to bombard his opponent.

The fist, wreathed in crimson flames, trembled violently but did not dissipate.

Qin Ming felt a sharp pain in his fist, which was covered in blood and flesh, and his finger bones were broken. His right arm, which was wrapped in blood-red runes, was violently impacted, and he was sent flying backward.

He crashed into a huge, thousand-year-old tree, but his body still couldn't stop. With a series of thuds, he caused dozens of towering trees to explode before finally falling to the ground.

Qin Ming's mouth was full of blood and foam, and blood was flowing from all seven orifices. He was heavy-hearted and gloomy. Since he was born, he had rarely fallen into such a predicament.

With a whoosh, the yellow parasol flew back, hovering above his head, its drooping spiritual ribbons becoming even more intense, protecting him within.

Qin Ming remained expressionless as he took out the rotten fan.

Near the highest point, he originally didn't want to use such an artifact, fearing it would malfunction, since this place was practically the opponent's home turf.

But now, he has no choice.

This blood-red figure seemed to be the manifestation of some incomplete rule, or like a highly skilled old ghost, bringing him boundless pressure.

"Lock!" the blood-red figure exclaimed, its mental energy surging violently. The black talisman in its hand burned, transforming into fine runes that temporarily sealed the rotting fan.

Qin Ming's pupils contracted, and the treasure fan could not be unfolded.

Sure enough, near this fallen supreme training ground, the opponent possessed fragments of the power of rules.

The crimson figure spoke: "Third Dao Seed, if you are not pleased, I will destroy this flesh and blood Dao field."

Finally, as the black runes burned, a ripple came from the void, and a blurry figure traversed the void and landed in front of the burning black rune flames.

That divine talisman was actually a guiding talisman.

The third Dao Seed stood in mid-air, like a true immortal ascending to heaven, with a sacred and extraordinary aura, purifying everything around it.

His indistinct outline suggests that he is a young man, but his true age is unknown.

With a scrutinizing and critical gaze, he said, "The physical body is shattered, and the cultivation level is not high. Is it really a treasure-level flesh and blood soil?"

The crimson figure replied, "More or less. He hasn't even reached the fifth realm yet, but he blocked my attacks multiple times. That's quite remarkable."

A hazy yet sacred young man stood in the void, looking down at Qin Ming, and approached him, saying: "My flesh and blood field bestows blessings upon you today. Your body will live as long as I do, bearing immortal glory, and your supreme brilliance will shine in history."

Qin Ming wanted to slap him. What kind of monsters and demons were these?
Huang Luo, with his canopy, sighed and said, "Having received the emperor's bounty, I should repay his kindness. Today, I will spare no expense to shield you from a formidable enemy!"

It flew out, blocking the blood-red figure.

Qin Ming's body was burning hot, partly due to his serious injuries and partly due to the resurgence of the power of the esoteric sect. He longed to take root on this land, build a city of flesh and blood, and undergo a metamorphosis here.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to do these things. A deadly opponent arrived, bringing him boundless danger.

Qin Ming wrapped the rag around his right hand, leaped into the air, and took the initiative to meet the enemy, slapping the mysterious young man across the face.

(End of this chapter)