Night without Borders

Chapter 552 Golden Threads Unparalleled
In the void, golden threads were like silk, and the No. 3 Dao Seed was nailed there, with "blood" originating from the spiritual level dripping down.

He was incredulous, his face filled with shock, realizing that he had been severely injured by someone in a lower position.

Its body surface is covered with a rich Daoist aura, which is even more solid than rare mithril armor, yet it is easily pierced by the golden thread and cannot be defended against at all.

On Qin Ming's body, gold needles moved, stitching and mending his body. He spoke, "Is this the difference between you and me?"

The third Dao Seed felt the name was quite familiar, and then he remembered that he had said the same thing to the "Flesh and Blood Dao Field" in front of him.

He was immediately displeased.

The principle that like things repel each other is perfectly exemplified here.

He struggled violently, trying to break the threads.

However, he was covered in blood and couldn't get rid of it at all.

The third Dao Seed felt intensely uneasy, staring at the dense golden threads, as if he had heard of them somewhere before.

Qin Ming controlled the line, pinning him firmly in mid-air, and then slapped him across the face.

With a resounding slap, although the attack was launched from a distance, it materialized into the heavenly light, landing squarely on his face. Qin Ming had long wanted to do just that.

This parasitic Dao seed has always been aloof, displaying detachment and self-importance, picking and choosing, treating it as an object, as a flesh and blood Dao field, and putting on a very high posture.

Of course, Qin Ming wasn't just trying to humiliate him; he was trying to kill him. He used his strongest Chaos Force to smash half of his head off.

He was aware of his own condition. Although he was undergoing a transformation, his entire body was covered in cracks, and he was still entangled with the other party's Daoist aura. Without the sticky force, he would have scattered to the ground.

Therefore, Qin Ming did not hesitate and beat him senseless.

Moreover, he was manipulating the golden threads to cut this person, tearing the spiritual body apart into dozens or even hundreds of pieces, effectively killing him.

Every act of leniency towards an enemy is tantamount to handing them a butcher's knife, which will eventually backfire, especially against such a terrifying opponent.

Today, Qin Ming almost met his end, narrowly escaping death at the hands of his opponent.

On the remaining half of the head of the third Dao Seed, the surviving right eye gleamed with a chilling light. He felt he had suffered an unbearable humiliation; he had never experienced anything like this before.
Throughout history, they have been the victors, belonging to an extremely dangerous civilization.

He was actually captured, taken prisoner, and was being slapped repeatedly. That's right, Qin Ming raised his hand and slashed again for the sake of symmetry.

The third Dao Seed was covered in wounds, with golden threads crisscrossing his body like sharp swords, threatening to dismember him. His spiritual blood had already flowed to the ground.

He tried six different methods, but still couldn't break free from the restraints.

He knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die; he couldn't let the other side tear him apart. If he delayed any longer, he would surely die.

Qin Ming slapped him twice in succession, smashing his skull, and then quickly punched him in the chest, destroying the physical form of his spiritual field.

At the same time, he initially decomposed this Dao seed, then golden threads poured out and intertwined again, penetrating those small pieces of the body to further obliterate them.

When dealing with such a dangerous enemy, it's best to do more and talk less, and eliminate them as soon as possible to avoid being caught off guard and losing your life.

A low roar, seemingly from hell, emanated from the spiritual fragment of the third Dao Seed, and then it exploded.

At the critical moment, he was decisive and chose to self-destruct in order to get out of the predicament.

The situation has completely changed; now he is the one confronting the enemy in such an extreme way.

This suicidal approach has extremely serious consequences, inevitably leading to one's own demise first.

Qin Ming, with his keen senses, retreated immediately, not attempting to stop his opponent's self-destruction. His physical body was in serious condition, and if he were to be affected, the consequences would be severe.

However, in the blink of an eye, he rushed in one direction, moving at extreme speed, like a god or demon crossing a sea of ​​night mist, and even teleporting through the underground void.

In another area, the third Dao Seed reappeared. It first touched its own head, then looked towards its opponent with a chilling expression and an overwhelming killing intent.

He considered himself to be of noble birth and of unapproachable status, yet he was humiliated by a prey, which he regarded as the greatest disgrace of his life.

"Die!" The third Dao Seed had only one word: he wanted to tear the other party apart alive. He didn't care if the flesh and blood Dao Field was intact; he could mend it later.

Qin Ming remained silent, and golden threads poured out once more, confirming his understanding. He felt that this was truly a supreme and wonderful method.

The third Dao Seed, dressed in flowing feathers, remained ethereal, but showed no sign of a smile. Instead, he exuded boundless killing intent, and his hair flew wildly behind him.

His eyes were sharp, and his whole body was enveloped in a shower of light as he unleashed his ultimate technique.

Spiritual light crisscrossed in the void as he constructed a cage of consciousness. He was also forming hand seals, changing nine different gestures in succession, and chanting mantras.

In an instant, light rained down on this land, and the mental cage was condensed by the third Dao Seed. Moreover, it was forcibly guiding Qin Ming's consciousness out of his body with hand gestures and incantations.

With a whoosh, a glowing path, paved with "pebbles" and shrouded in mist, stretched across the void and led directly to Qin Ming.

This secret path was designed to connect with Qin Ming's consciousness, forcing him to travel there in his mind.

Qin Ming's body was covered with golden needles, protecting him completely, and the glowing path failed to immediately draw his spirit away from his body.

In an instant, golden threads poured down, shattering the glowing "pebbles" as they passed through the path, plunging the entire secret path into darkness.

Then, with a bang, the "Path of the Gods" shattered completely and vanished into thin air.

The golden threads were brilliant, slender yet resilient, like luminous raindrops falling, covering the sky and penetrating towards the third Dao Seed.

His protective light barrier was as fragile as paper and was directly pierced through.

The third Dao Seed was horrified, constantly teleporting.

He used a peerless secret technique, causing a dazzling immortal lotus to bloom. Numerous translucent petals shone brightly, accompanied by celestial light that appeared continuously before him. However, it had no effect.

The lotus petals, layer upon layer, were all pierced by golden threads; the rain of petals burned and turned to ash upon landing.

Even with teleportation, the third Dao Seed could not shake off the golden threads. He realized the seriousness of the problem and finally felt fear in his heart.

At this moment, he spared no expense, expending his own life force to unleash forbidden techniques.

Within his "flesh and blood," densely packed characters shimmered, flowing like starlight, sacred and extraordinary, condensing into the strongest protective texture.

However, even with the arrival of a galaxy of stars, it would be difficult to break this deadlock.

If this "flesh and blood sky" were magnified infinitely, one would see that each golden line was unstoppable, shooting towards the sky and piercing through one star after another. All the stars in the sky were pinned there, dimming and extinguishing in an instant.

This scene was both magnificent and terrifying.

"Why?" The third Dao Seed was disheveled, his feather robe was tattered, and he was covered in blood. He was filled with resentment and could not even defend himself against the use of forbidden techniques.

What he found most unacceptable was that he was overthrown by his subordinates and became a prisoner.

At this moment, he was once again pinned to mid-air.

"I've broken through the barrier?" At this moment, Qin Ming revealed a look of joy, his whole body was burning hot, and vigorous vitality was rippling and flowing through his entire body.

The only downside is that there are still cracks on the body, and it hasn't completely healed.

"I broke through by sheer luck." Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

He was first forced to self-destruct his golden core, then his opponent forcibly severed his path to the underworld, and his physical body was subsequently disintegrated into dozens of pieces.

It can be said that any one of these three changes would be fatal, tantamount to prematurely declaring failure and making further transformation impossible.

Regardless of the system, cultivators who want to advance will adjust themselves to their optimal state.

Qin Ming's experience in this bloody battle was extremely tragic.

Normally, it would be lucky for him to survive; there's no way he could break through.

"My body was depleted, the external demons blocked my path, my flesh and bones were torn to pieces... but I still succeeded!" Qin Ming's tense nerves completely relaxed, and he exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He himself felt that this time was too difficult and dangerous, and truly not easy.

He has reached a higher level, having ascended to the eighth level of the Heart Lamp.

Qin Ming was very satisfied. To achieve such extraordinary success amidst all the tribulations was something many people would find hard to believe if word got out.

He realized that it wasn't just a simple improvement in his cultivation level; perhaps it was the golden needles that were mending him, but his body and spirit had been reborn.

This is a realm that many old monsters dream of.

However, this is indeed very elusive; breaking through the barrier is easy, but human regeneration is extremely difficult.

When the No. 3 Dao Seed sensed his stronger aura being released, it suddenly looked up and shot out a beam of real light from its eyes. Could it be that he had been defeated by someone who had broken through to the Grandmaster realm?
However, he was disappointed. Having sensed the other person's true condition, he couldn't even salvage his self-esteem.

Qin Ming flashed forward and arrived in front of him. He unleashed his Chaos Force and blasted forward. At the same time, golden threads intertwined and separated the body of the Dao Seed.

He knew that Huang Luogai was still fighting fiercely on the ground, and there was no time to waste. He needed to eliminate this person immediately and then go to provide support.

The third Dao Seed spoke up: "You have become one with the mountains and rivers. I clearly severed your foundation, so how were you able to break through the barrier?"

He had doubts, but more than that, he was trying to buy time.

Upon hearing this, a cold glint appeared in Qin Ming's eyes. Being blocked during a breakthrough could result in injury at best, and death at worst.

"Did you have enough fun playing in the mud underground?"

Upon hearing this, the third Dao Seed was furious. Everything had turned upside down. This inferior being actually put on such an attitude, treating him like a lowly child digging in the mud. This was blatant contempt and humiliation.

Qin Ming's fist shattered him, and countless golden threads pinned down all the fragments of his mind, ensuring that he could not escape, and he used ruthless methods.

"Ah..." The third Dao Seed roared in a low voice, feeling extremely frustrated. He could not escape and was forced to prepare to self-destruct again.

There was a time when he pushed his opponent to the brink, forcing him to resort to extreme measures in their duel.

But now, he himself has become an expert in the field of mutual destruction.

This was a truly shameful path, yet he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue down it.

Within Qin Ming's body, dense golden light spots, like twinkling stars, shot out, forming even more golden threads that pierced through his opponent, imprisoning him in the void.

The third seed was stunned; it couldn't even self-destruct.

He was in despair, pierced from head to toe.

Qin Ming looked down at him and said, "Even an autumn insect dares to shake the frost of heaven?"

At this moment, the mindset of the third Dao Seed was about to explode, and his own words became a boomerang.

He felt that this opponent was truly despicable, speaking his mind and following his path, leaving him speechless and with nowhere to go.

Qin Ming's golden threads pierced him, bound him, and sealed him completely.

Then, carrying the man, he vanished from the ground with a whoosh and appeared on the surface.

He didn't completely eradicate the seed of the parasitic civilization, mainly because he wanted to keep it to exploit it and see if he could extract some wonderful methods from this person.

Furthermore, Huang Luo Cangsan is currently engaged in a bloody battle and has lost its cattle and birds, etc., and is in great need of a Grandmaster-level consciousness to replenish its strength.

On the surface, large areas of primeval forest were swept away, rocky mountains collapsed, and the land was devastated.

"Xiao Huang!"

Soon, Qin Ming spotted the yellow parasol in the distance; it had fallen to the ground and lay motionless.

Its canopy was completely closed, and wisps of blood mist could be vaguely seen struggling to escape. Qin Ming immediately understood the situation: the new spirit of the Yellow Silk Umbrella was using all its strength to temporarily seal the blood-red monster inside, preventing it from escaping.

"I... can't hold on much longer." A faint voice came from inside the umbrella.

A warm feeling welled up in Qin Ming's heart. If it weren't for the Emperor's Umbrella desperately holding back the blood-red monster, he would have surely died.

"Where is the Dao Seed?" The voice of the blood-red monster came from inside the closed umbrella.

It carried with it endless chill and resentment.

Clearly, the blood-red figure had tried to go deeper underground to rescue them, but had never been able to escape.

Qin Ming teleported close, his dense golden threads piercing through the overflowing wisp of blood mist, producing a sizzling sound like a hot knife cutting butter.

"Hmm, it's already able to extinguish its power?"

Huang Luo, speaking weakly, said, "I used the magic chains to keep pulling it to self-destruct, which almost completely wore away its remaining power of rules."

Qin Ming was somewhat moved; Xiao Huang had really given it his all, using every last ounce of his strength.

As he attacked and annihilated the blood-red figure, he asked Huang Luo Gaisan what was going on.

Exhausted, it replied, "Those grandmaster-level resources... all exhausted, self-destructing time and time again, leaving nothing behind."

Qin Ming said, "I captured the third Dao Seed, which is extremely powerful. I almost died at its hands. For you, this should be a great tonic."

"You..." The blood-red figure struggled violently. He knew the origin of that Dao Seed, how could he possibly lose it? He couldn't bear the responsibility.

"You are very weak!" Qin Ming went all out to quickly kill the blood-red monster. He looked at Huang Luo Gaisan's sickly appearance and was very worried.

Subsequently, the yellow parasol completely absorbed the remaining power of the blood-red figure.

It calmly announced: "I have severed several chains of Dharma and chains of the Way."

Qin Ming's heart sank, and he quickly asked, "Can it be restored?"

"Lost forever." Huang Luogai's voice was calm, devoid of joy or sorrow.

It was dim and lacked luster, and the alluring figure on the umbrella surface was already very blurry.

Qin Ming felt heavy-hearted and extremely guilty. He solemnly said, "I will find a way to make up for it for you in the future."

Clearly, the crimson monster is terrifying, possessing fragmented power of rules. Unless countered with chains of law and chains of dao, it is impossible to severely damage it.

Huang Luo, with his umbrella, said, "Let's hurry. The Dao seed you captured is very likely a seed differentiated from an old monster in a dormant state, intended to be reborn in this world."

Qin Ming nodded; he had also made this guess.

During the great battle, he saw that the third Dao Seed was surrounded by both men and women, such as the Wrathful Vajra and the Immortal Maiden, who were suspected to be people he had parasitized.

It is obvious that this Taoist has a long history of evil deeds.

However, it seems that the third Dao Seed has had its past severed and all its decaying energy refined, becoming a truly pure seed.

Qin Ming realized that this was a parasitic seed differentiated from a terrifying being, destined to be reborn in the flesh and blood field and begin a completely new life.

"Hiss!" If that's the case, he has unknowingly made a great enemy and provoked a terrifying old monster.

Huang Luo, wearing an umbrella, transmitted his voice, saying, "No need for a teleportation talisman. Go this way and leave quietly."

It revealed that the fallen supreme academy had sunk into this land, and some of its rule-based power still remained, having recently manifested a hazy and decaying consciousness.

The parasitic civilization prevailed, but at a great cost.

Although the fallen supreme dojo has perished and everything is irreversible, the remaining power outside can still play a role.

The hazy consciousness is the manifestation of the remaining order, temporarily isolating this place from the abyss.

"The parasitic civilization lies dormant, harboring deep malice, hiding in the abyss."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming turned and ran with the yellow parasol.

He felt that Jinbang might have discovered the situation in the Great Abyss, which was why he drove the Celestials, the Abyss Civilization, and the Totem Faction out of the enclave and made them stay here.

Currently, the situation in this area is extremely complex and exceptionally dangerous.

In the end, it was the remnant power of the fallen Supreme Dojo that first emerged and helped them.

Clearly, it harbors boundless hatred for the parasitic civilization.

Does Jinbang know everything about this place?

Qin Ming took out the conch shell, which was as white as mutton fat jade. Now that it was ready to use, he immediately contacted its original owner, Yun Jianyue, and asked this core saint to tell Jin Bang that there was a fallen supreme Daoist temple underground in the Crimson Forest.

"You're from the Realm Sect?" Yun Jianyue asked in surprise. Back then, she had sparred with that opponent on the sword-fighting stage as a Celestial Immortal clone. In the end, they appreciated each other and she gave him the rare treasure, the Conch Shell.

As a result, the other party completely lost contact after that and could not be reached at all. Today, they actually took the initiative to send her a message.

"Understood, you can return to the enclave immediately." This was Jinbang's final response to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming was already on his way, covered in blood, riding the gale.

Suddenly, a chill ran through him, and he said, "Hmm, there's a tail following behind; a grandmaster-level expert is coming after us."

Huang Luo, with his umbrella, said, "The battle was quite a commotion, and the experts nearby must have sensed it. Fortunately, you and that Dao Seed were fighting underground, otherwise a lot of information would have been exposed."

At the same time, it reminded Qin Ming that in other people's eyes, the two of them were in a terrible state and were the best prey.

Qin Ming nodded. He was covered in cracks and blood, and some of his wounds were even translucent, making him look like he had been torn apart and was now hastily pieced back together.

As for the yellow parasol, it repeatedly self-destructed and eventually fell to the ground. To outsiders, it was clearly severely damaged, to the point of serious spiritual harm.

Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief and saw that the people who were secretly pursuing him should be from the Celestial Clan, the Abyss Civilization, and the Totem Faction, and had nothing to do with the Parasitic Civilization.

As long as we don't provoke the behemoth underground to awaken, everything will be fine.

"One, two..."

Qin Ming observed the number of Grandmasters behind him, preparing to make his move once he returned to the enclave.

Do these people really think he's seriously injured and dying, weak and easy to bully?

Even before he was on his way, Qin Ming had already begun to work on his flesh and bones, forcibly severing the Daoist essence left on his wounds by the No. 3 Dao Seed.

Inside his body, the torn internal organs, broken bones, and entangled harmful Daoist energy were slowly worn away, and his physical condition gradually improved.

However, he did not touch the wounds on his body for the time being, for fear of scaring away the people following him.

Qin Ming was already in the process of rebirth, and his flesh and blood were extremely active, so he recovered very quickly.

He was astonished. The golden needles moved through his body, and it was as if they were the best medicine, making his condition better and better and rapidly improving.

If this were a different place, he would lie down on the spot and let the gold threads cover his entire body, wrapping him up.

Qin Ming accelerated and disappeared into the blood-red forest, appearing to be fleeing from the enemy.

The more he tried to hide and flee, the more fiercely the pursuers chased him, as if they had him cornered.

A superior alien creature spread its wings, carrying a grandmaster in pursuit.

Qin Ming feigned weakness, disappeared underground, and used the technique of communicating with the underworld, as if he were using earth magic.

"It looks like he has a serious health problem; we must take him down!"

In this chase, they unknowingly approached the enclave. Qin Ming successfully escaped the Crimson Forest and was finally able to relax completely.

Qin Ming plunged headlong into the dense forest of his own camp, and then in an open area, he fell to the ground with a thud, no longer controlling the golden threads on his body.

In an instant, golden threads intertwined, densely covering him completely.

Then, a jade-like light shone brightly.

Its shape resembles a silkworm spinning its cocoon, and even more so, a body draped in gold and jade, all in pursuit of immortality.

With gold thread used for stitching and jade light applied for medicine, his physical condition was improving at an incredible speed, and all his wounds were healing.

Qin Ming became increasingly suspicious that his ability to be reborn during this breakthrough was related to the reappearance of the "Golden Jade Suit," a realm with the characteristic of longevity.

Blood scabs kept peeling off his body, and his bones and tendons were crackling.

Moreover, a delicate fragrance emanated from his flesh and blood, more pleasant than the scent of medicine, like orchids and musk, yet not quite; it was a fragrance imbued with the vibrant energy of life.

Only then did those people catch up and find Qin Ming's whereabouts.

"Hmm, did he take some kind of powerful medicine? Why does he have such a unique fragrance, and his whole body is radiating a golden and jade-like light?"

Qin Ming did not get up, but lay on the ground, his body reflecting the golden glow of the grass, his fragrance growing stronger.

"Hiss, it feels like a humanoid divine herb, this... is truly extraordinary!"

"Something is wrong!"

After all, they were a master-level team leader with keen insight, and some people noticed Qin Ming's unusual behavior.

"go!"

A grandmaster stood atop a high-level exotic bird, riding his mount, about to soar into the sky.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The figure lying on the ground emitted a dazzling golden light, a dense array of golden lines that pierced through the night sky.

With a thud, the grandmaster and his mount crashed to the ground, covered in blood.

Three grandmasters had chased them here, along with several experts in the late fourth realm. Now, their expressions had all changed.

"Little Huang, you need to replenish your energy," Qin Ming sighed.

He gained a great advantage this time, capturing a Dao seed from the parasitic civilization alive. Unfortunately, the Yellow Silk Umbrella was severely damaged, with many of its Dharma Chains and Dao Chains broken.

He felt guilty, after all, Xiao Huang had risked her life for him and ended up in this situation.

Huang Luo, with a weak voice, said, "Don't worry too much. Although I have lost some of my grandmaster-level foundation, you can make up for it for me in the future."

Its understanding nature made Qin Ming even more determined to find a way to help it recover as soon as possible.

"The key question is, how will the losses of the Dharma Chain and the Dao Chain be compensated?" Qin Ming asked.

Nearby, the two grandmasters and other experts, who were stunned, were both shocked and furious. This person and the umbrella truly treated them as nothing.

Qin Ming kicked the third Dao Seed and asked, "You once caused the Supreme Dao Field to fall. As a Dao Seed that parasitizes a civilization, you should know a lot of secrets, right? Tell me, how do you help restore the Dharma Chains and Dao Chains of the treasure that has been covered in dust?"

At this moment, the third Dao Seed stared intently at Qin Ming, looking at the golden threads and jade light on his body, and asked, "How did you master this kind of technique?"

Qin Ming immediately kicked him again and said, "I'm asking you a question, how do you continue the magic chain?"

Huang Luo sighed and said, "Let it break, it doesn't matter. I still have a chain on me that's about to break too. Have these people surround me and try to wear it down as well."

Qin Ming's expression froze, then he turned to stare at the umbrella surface and the shaft, finally noticing the anomaly. It looked much more "refined" and had fewer "tattoos." He finally realized what had happened.

(End of this chapter)