Night without Borders

Chapter 559 No Winner
"Retreat quickly!" Qin Ming shouted in the night sky.

In the primeval forest beside the great river at Chan Gong Ferry, the masters, all highly experienced, had already taken action immediately.

Those at lower levels initially didn't know what was happening, but upon hearing the roar like rolling thunder in the night sky, they reacted quickly and fled into the distance.

The blood-red forest was blindingly bright, many times more intense than the so-called resurgence of the sun, as if dozens of blazing suns coexisted, burning and illuminating the heavens and the earth.

Soon, people discovered that it was not an illusion; in that vast and boundless land, sun after sun blazed across the sky, its light so intense that everything was clearly visible.

Someone screamed, blood streaming from the corner of their eye. The blood-red forest had become a world of light, too bright to look at directly. Even a grandmaster facing that direction would experience a burning pain that was unbearable, accompanied by tears of blood.

In fact, not only the area behind them, but also the enclave in front of them was as bright as day, and even the trails of floating dust were clearly visible.

In the Crimson Forest, among the dozens of suns, there is a figure in each one. It is because of their sudden appearance that everything is scorched.

The night was torn apart, and the entire landscape glowed.

Qin Ming turned around, enduring the burning pain of tears streaming down his face, and saw those enormous figures.

A seven-headed dragon opened its vertical pupils amidst a dazzling halo of light. Its enormous head, each as large as a mountain peak, exuded a sense of oppression.

Even more incredible is the "Immortal Butterfly Fairy," who spreads her wings in the blinding blaze of the sun, causing great mountains to collapse and peaks to turn to ash.

There were also supreme experts from the Abyss Civilization's Divine Eye Clan, whose faces were covered with thousands of golden eyes that twisted everything, dried up great rivers, and caused the sky to collapse.

The Celestial Race, the Abyss, and the Totem factions all have top-tier experts at the seventh realm who have descended, sparing no effort to consume Primordial Qi and Xuanhuang Qi to unleash their divine might.

Enraged and filled with an unyielding murderous aura, they stood amidst the blazing sun, their massive figures unleashing secret techniques to guide their descendants and disciples.

The bloodshed and chaos caused by the parasitic civilization have been exposed.

Within the three major camps, not only Grandmasters, but also higher-level direct descendants have fallen into the Dao, becoming flesh and blood Dao fields, which has aroused the wrath of the core high-level leaders.

Now, the old clan leaders and patriarchs personally intervened, forcibly gathering the clansmen and disciples who were traveling outside.

The old monster of the parasitic civilization also made its move, summoning the Dark Seeds, the Dao Seeds, and others, and using forbidden magic to bring them into the fallen Supreme Dao Arena.

A very small number of seeds even carry "sacred symbols" that allow them to lie dormant for a short time and then be transported to infinitely distant lands.

The Celestial Clan's silver sea descended, crashing into the Crimson Forest, aiming to pierce through the underground dojo.

The war machines of the Abyss Civilization also reappeared, pitch black and deep, dimming the dozens of blazing suns, and also bombarded the fallen Supreme Dojo.

The grand altar of the totem faction was suspended in mid-air, and the Taoist aura poured down like rain, tearing apart the entire forest.

The high-ranking members of the three factions were filled with boundless killing intent. What an arrogant civilization they were, daring to attack all three of them at the same time. Not only were some saints caught in the crossfire, but even some of the high-ranking members suffered unexpected losses.

If they are successfully and slowly eroded, parasitizing one another, will the Celestial Race and the Abyss still be the same supreme civilizations hundreds of years from now? They will be "overthrown" and overthrown without bloodshed.

"Among my descendants, a rare 'eight-headed dragon' has appeared, yet he has met with misfortune..." The seven-headed dragon's massive body exuded pressure, crushing the towering mountains below. Its fourteen eyes hung in the sky like a huge blood moon, and it was filled with resentment.

From the Abyss Civilization, a giant emanating towering black mist spoke: "In my Abyss Civilization, a core member who had the potential to become a god was unfortunately struck down. Heaven is jealous of talent."

The Immortal Butterfly Fairy flapped its wings, causing mountains and rivers to collapse. Standing in the blazing sun, it unleashed boundless killing intent.

……

All sides are scrambling to save people, guide disciples back, and try to rescue and exorcise the demons. Meanwhile, the parasitic civilization is also trying to save the Dark Seeds and the Dao Seeds, and the Crimson Forest is being torn apart.

In fact, there were other outsiders in this place, such as explorers from the cultivation civilization and experts from the God-like Society. Some fled, some sought help, and some were caught in the crossfire.

Some people took advantage of the chaos to sweep the divine light into the enclave.

Bang bang bang!
The dark clouds burst open, and golden rays of light fell, blocking the outstretched giant hand and the chains of order.

The system cannot stand idly by. Some people, after suffering misfortune themselves, also want to make others suffer. How could it tolerate that?

In the primeval forest, many places are shrouded in a pale golden mist, which is projected from the sky and can lift people on the ground into the air.

"Quickly, everyone step into the teleportation array."

Qin Ming gripped Tang Yushang's wrist and grabbed Bai Meng by the collar, traversing the night sky at an unprecedented speed, because he noticed an old monster casting his gaze upon him.

It was an old cicada with thousands of wings, blooming in layers, like an immortal celestial being resurrected. Its gaze, seemingly piercing through the void, made him feel the shadow of death approaching.

Bai Meng's hair stood on end. He was being held by the collar and huddled in mid-air. He felt like his soul was about to sink and his body was about to collapse when he was being looked at from behind.

Tang Yushang was also feeling palpitations. A layer of fine goosebumps appeared on her smooth, alabaster skin, and her hair stood on end. She unconsciously moved closer to Qin Ming, shoulder to shoulder, seeking warmth in each other's company.

A golden glow descended from the night sky, blocking the terrifying gaze from behind them.

As you can see, there are materialized gazes in the void, like sword energy being cut off and shattering in the night fog.

The Thousand-Winged Cicada, at the seventh realm, was actually watching this direction amidst the chaos, seemingly preparing to take action. He wasn't just eyeing Qin Ming and Tang Yushang, but also others.

Fortunately, the Yujing camp was prepared.

With the shadow of death dissipating, Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Meng looked up and saw Ming Ge and his sister flying side by side in the air, as if they were flying wing to wing. As for him, he was hanging below like a quail with its head tucked in. In this scene, he was definitely just roadside grass and a background figure.

With a flash of light, Qin Ming returned to the Shan Hai region of the Golden List, and Tang Yushang and Bai Meng followed him to a mountain peak shrouded in white mist.

They were finally safe and returned safely.

Within the enclave, everyone rushed towards the area shrouded in pale golden mist, as if ascending to heaven, piercing through the dark clouds, and entering the mountain and sea realm one after another.

……

After a brief struggle among the major factions for players, the Crimson Forest was torn apart.

Those dozens of "suns" returned to the Silver Sea, the Abyss, and the Totem Sacred Mountain, respectively. They could not stay outside for long and could not afford to consume the Primordial Qi and Xuanhuang Qi. Every bit used was less.

Mountains and rivers collapsed, vegetation turned to ash, lava flowed, and the entire area was destroyed.

A battle of this scale is brutal and fierce.

Neither side needed to say much; they already knew each other's backgrounds, and a bloody showdown was inevitable.

Parasitic civilizations are a disaster for any race. Moreover, they have already extended their bloody demonic hands to the Celestial Race and the Abyss. Who can tolerate this?

In the past, the Crimson Forest was mysterious and boundless.

Today, every inch of this land is burning and collapsing. All the high mountains and towering peaks have disappeared, completely pierced and destroyed.

Underground, the fallen supreme abode emerges.

Within the abyss, purple mist stretched like a sea, and crimson clouds resembled a vast ocean. A precipice lay across the ruins, and from that wasteland rose an incomparably terrifying will, spreading into the void.

The parasitic civilization tried to escape but discovered that the super teleportation array was malfunctioning.

This faction is very powerful, but normally they prefer to strike from behind, ruthlessly devouring their opponents in the shadows.

If it comes to a direct confrontation, they are not afraid of any civilization.

Today, however, there are quite a few competitors.

A grand voice echoed from the underworld: "The Celestials, the Abyss, and another secondary civilization totem faction—your supreme dojos don't even need to come in person, yet you dare to attack us?"

The voices, a blend of men's and women's, sent chills down the spines of even the seventh-realm experts far away in the mountains and seas. Upon closer examination, it was truly terrifying.

Because that place has become the stronghold of a parasitic civilization.

This place is comparable to the Jade Capital, and its depths are unfathomable.

"In this world, even celestial beings have fallen into the dust, and all eight realms are decaying. What use is a high position then? Do you dare to come out? You will be turned into dust on the spot!" the Immortal Butterfly Fairy said calmly.

Moreover, they had already made contact with the supreme Daoist institution behind them—Tiancheng.

The Abyss Civilization is also quite resilient, engaging in dialogue with the Ancestral Abyss.

Only the high-ranking members of the totem faction were unhappy. Damn it, being scorned as a secondary civilization by this parasitic civilization was a blatant insult to them.

"Then you are welcome to try it. What a delicious blood feast!" The terrifying will that rose from the parasitic civilization has become completely materialized, distorting the sky and manifesting tangible tentacles of order, covered with scales of rules, terrifying and chilling, tearing the sky straight through.

That will is expanding, actively embracing the silver sea and the abyss.

A voice from the Abyss Civilization said: "If you were really that powerful, you wouldn't have done such a petty theft. You've kicked a hornet's nest today; you've messed with the wrong side."

The Celestial Clan's Sun Insect Ancestor flapped its wings, tearing through the void, and roared, "The super teleportation array is damaged, isn't it? Let's see how you escape!"

Boom!

Between heaven and earth, beams of light were manifestations of order and embodiment of rules. Enormous tentacles, as if alive, emerged from the earth and reached out to grasp the night sky.

Meanwhile, the Celestials, the Abyss Civilization, and the Totem Faction unleashed their full power, unleashing a torrential downpour of the Light of Rules upon the land below.

This is a major confrontation between the top factions.

The Crimson Forest was completely destroyed, leaving no vegetation. More than a dozen magnificent rivers that traversed the entire area, as well as the boundless giant lake, were all evaporated in an instant. All the mountains collapsed and crumbled, ceasing to exist.

Underground, the fallen supreme training ground rose up with a rumble, radiating ripples that distorted the heavens and earth, with purple mist billowing and red clouds surging, as if carrying a vast ocean upwards.

It truly possesses unfathomable divine power, lifting up the Silver Sea, the Abyss, and the Totem, accompanied by those scale-covered tentacles of rules, threatening to tear apart the three factions.

"So ferocious?" Within the Golden List's mountain and sea territory, the expressions of some seven-day superposition users changed.

They sensed that it was the combined might of one powerful expert after another, who had come together to sweep across the night, destroying everything in their path with overwhelming force, as if they intended to annihilate all things.

hum!
In the night sky, a hazy, colossal city emerged, densely covered with endless Daoist patterns and entwined with immense power of rules, weaving the sun, moon, stars, and rivers of order. This was the Celestial Clan's supreme Daoist temple—the Celestial City—which was being projected. It had already revived in distant lands, suppressing parasitic civilizations from afar.

"Upside down?" In the realm of mountains and seas, a sage sat on the ground and suddenly slapped the leg of the large red dragon beside him, causing it to swell.

Many people looked on in astonishment; the Heavenly City was upside down, and so was the Jade Capital.

Subsequently, Zu Yuan also manifested, radiating the power of rules from beyond the endless distance, suppressing the parasitic civilization, as if he were personally present there.

Similarly, people discovered that it hangs high in the night sky, upside down, with a dark, gaping exit facing the earth below, as if it could devour everything, like a tangible manifestation of a cosmic black hole.

One of the great totems spoke up: "Our ancestral land of the supreme totem is still in a dormant period, and the power radiating from it is not so abundant."

Neither the Celestials nor the Abyss Civilization paid them any attention; they were already considered secondary civilizations and deemed unusable.

As the night was torn apart, people seemed to see a blurry cosmic sky, as if billions of stars were about to fall into the foggy world.

Even a celestial being couldn't help but speak up, asking with a look of surprise, "Ah... is that a real sight?"

Jinbang responded: "No, those are just star trails!"

The Crimson Forest has become a chaotic place. The giant hand of rules has emerged, and the tentacles of order have swayed, even unleashing the remnants of the sun and moon and pulling in the illusory image of the starry sea. Endless Dao patterns intertwine, and even an Earth Immortal would probably not survive for long before being crushed to pieces.

Overall, affected by this cruel era, no "law" of the eighth realm has appeared. Celestial immortals have decayed and fallen into the dust. This is not just talk; it is the most bloody truth of the moment.

However, the endless light and the terrifying fluctuations were the bursts of power from the pinnacle of the seventh realm.

"If the method of the eighth realm is a steel needle, then the method of the seventh realm is a bamboo needle. Right now, there are clusters of bamboo needles, and the key is the quantity."

Such a combined force of war is naturally terrifying.

Unless one can single-handedly fight against an army of equals, they will inevitably be crushed to dust under such circumstances.

But which soldier can stand against an army of ten thousand? The idea of ​​being able to defeat ten thousand men is just a legend, an overly romanticized notion.

In the original Crimson Forest region, the world was in chaos, with terrifying giant claws of rules and enormous serpents of order everywhere, blasting each other apart.

Ordinary people simply cannot look at that place; the radiating power would rupture one's eyes. Without the golden list to block it, many people, even from a great distance, would be unable to stop.

As for now, the area between the mountains and the sea is calm and unaffected.

On each mountain peak, celestial mist swirls, and the cauldrons gurgle and bubble, no longer boiling precious medicines, but instead consuming the flesh and blood of various monsters.

In addition, there were a large number of wine jars, their mud seals broken, exuding a strong aroma of wine.

Soon after, within the Shanhai Pass, the aroma of wine and meat mingled together, creating a peaceful atmosphere as the Golden List rewarded the three armies.

"This..." Many people were in a daze, as if they were dreaming. In the distance, a supreme bloodbath was taking place, a great battle that involved the collapse of civilizations.

They're enjoying good food and drink here, just watching from the sidelines—the contrast is just too stark.

"I never imagined we would withdraw from the battlefield in this way, sitting back and watching the tigers fight," a grandmaster sighed, filled with emotion.

Now they all know that a parasitic civilization exists beneath the Crimson Forest, which has caused bloodshed and chaos.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief. This battle was not as heavy as they had imagined. Although there was bloodshed and casualties, these were unavoidable.

They never expected the situation to develop to this point.

Subsequently, the sounds of string and wind instruments could be heard from the various mountain peaks.

"Everyone, keep a low profile. A supreme battle is raging ahead. Your playing the zither and singing loudly will only attract more hatred. Just drink, eat, and watch the battle."

Within the mountain and sea region, the atmosphere was indeed excessively cheerful.

Qin Ming, Tang Yushang, and Bai Meng were teleported to the same mountain peak.

By this time, Da Tang and Xiao Bai had gotten used to it and no longer complained about the heat emanating from Qin Ming; they were also feeling slightly hot.

"This is the meat of the Lightning Beast, hiss!" Bai Meng gasped. He had already eaten the meat of a Grandmaster, and now he could even taste the meat of one of the Seven Heroes of the Celestial Clan.

Within the realm of mountains and seas, a commotion arose as many people noticed just how astonishing their meat consumption was. Many of the meats were of the Grandmaster level, such as the mount of the Divine Eye King, a black elephant fifteen zhang tall, which had become a meal.

"I am enjoying the Grandmaster-level Flying Cloud Beast that Fairy Yunjian Yue killed."

"Ah, this is the giant centipede that Li Wanfa killed."

"This was a Grandmaster-level behemoth slain with a single sword strike!"

Without a doubt, it wasn't just Yi Jian who had an extraordinary record. Yun Jianyue, Li Wanfa, Qian Cheng, Yin Tian, ​​and others had all fought against the Six Kings of the Abyss, the Seven Heroes of the Celestial Clan, and others, and each of them had killed some Grandmasters.

Their opponents are all formidable.

For example, the eight-headed dragon, who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Peng Daoren, and the Heavenly King and the Abyss King among the six kings of the abyss are all extremely powerful.

"Why is no one mentioning me?" Tang Yushang waited expectantly. She had killed the Lightning Beast and was one of the Seven Heroes of the Celestial Clan. Why was no one praising her illustrious achievements?
"Amazing!" Qin Ming praised her at the opportune moment.

"Did no one see my glorious battle?" Tang Yushang was aloof in public and arrogant in private. She angrily kicked a stone with her delicate foot, very dissatisfied that no one paid attention to her "great achievements".

Instead of praise, her black and gold combat boots, already cracked from the battle, shattered, revealing her snow-white, gleaming toes.

Bai Meng consciously kept his eyes straight ahead and gnawed on the meat bone.

Qin Ming, on the other hand, didn't care and quietly enjoyed the moment.

"What are you looking at!" Tang Yushang immediately changed her shoes and then punched him with a bang.

Bai Meng was in so much pain that tears almost fell. He touched the big bump on his head and felt so wronged. He hadn't even paid any attention to it!
He was furious and said, "You hit Ming-ge! He was the one watching, I wasn't looking around!"

Tang Yushang's punch was indeed intended to hit Qin Ming, but when she thought about how quickly he had killed the Divine Eye King, she felt that the gap between her and him had widened. At the crucial moment, she chickened out, afraid of being captured, so she changed the direction of her fist and hit Bai Meng on the head.

Of course, she was clearly mistaken. The downfall of the Divine Eye King began with internal disintegration; otherwise, none of his peers could have killed him so easily.

Qin Ming laughed and said, "Xiao Bai, I'm looking at you openly and honestly, with an eye for beauty. You're dodging and weaving, clearly feeling guilty. If I don't hit you, who should I hit?"

Bai Meng felt utterly wronged and said, "Where did I dodge? I didn't even see! Sis, hit him!"

Qin Ming said, "Shh, someone was praising Fairy Tang's achievements just now. Did you interrupt and not hear me?"

"!" Bai Meng didn't want to say anything more.

A moment later, he felt something was wrong; his body was getting hot. He said, "Brother Ming, is your aura contagious?"

Tang Yushang was also suspicious; she also felt a bit feverish.

"A calm mind brings coolness." Qin Ming felt that the problem was minor, and the side effects would only last for two days, then pass quickly.

Bai Meng's eyes sparkled as he said, "You know what, this heat... actually made me realize how wonderful everything in this world has become."

He was staring at a mountain peak not far away, where a golden elephant was. Unexpectedly, he found the elephant to be handsome and beautiful.

However, that giant elephant was clearly covered in long golden fur.

Bai Meng pondered, had his aesthetic sense declined? Or had his mindset improved? This... was truly bizarre.

"Whose daughter is that? She's so pretty," he blurted out involuntarily.

Qin Ming already knew that Bai Meng's ancestor was actually a celestial elephant, but he was cursed. As a celestial god, his trunk was cut off and his tusks were pulled out by his opponent. Even his descendants were like this, with physical defects.

Otherwise, Bai Meng's talent and strength would be even greater than they are now.

That curse could only be broken by him.

"Look at your pathetic self!" Tang Yushang glared at him.

"Sis, why is your face flushed? Are you drunk? Oh my god, Ming-ge, we've all caught your charm! What kind of strong medicine did you take? Did you overdo it? Even your breathing is this terrifying!" Bai Meng suddenly realized something.

Tang Yushang touched her burning cheeks and couldn't help but punch him again.

"A calm mind brings coolness." Qin Ming emphasized again, drinking from large bowls and eating large chunks of meat.

Within the mountain and sea region, the atmosphere was generally harmonious, while a bloody battle raged in the distance, which they could simply watch from the sidelines.

However, in some areas, people sighed, and in other regions, people shed tears. How could there be no deaths in a war against foreign powers?
Grandmasters of the New Life Path and powerful figures of the Esoteric Sect have all died in battle, not to mention the young and strong of the Fourth Realm.

Even the old mountain peaks in the sky have lost some exceptionally talented individuals. For example, Xie Muze of Star Mountain lost his beloved second son in a tragic battle.

Cui Chongxiao's uncle also died in battle at Guitianxu, and all ethnic groups and religions suffered losses.

Even some of the Earth Immortals perished in the battle.

While Yun Jianyue, Qian Cheng, Wei Shouzhen, and others were stationed on the ground, battles involving forces beyond the reach of ordinary people were also taking place on a small scale.

When Qin Ming looked up at the night sky in Yinhan Gorge, he saw celestial light tearing through the void above the clouds; that was when top experts were competing.

Many people have noticed that Jinbang has been silent for a long time.

An earth immortal asked, "Is it worried about the Supreme Blood Battle?"
"The weather is unpredictable, and fortune can change in an instant," Jinbang sighed.

Everyone sensed something was wrong; the noisy sounds vanished in an instant, and the place fell silent.

Jinbang said, "Everyone, eat and drink well, and think about the beautiful memories of the past. Well, I wrote my will before I came here. If there are any regrets, then make up for them in your hearts."

One of the grandmasters couldn't help but ask, "Senior, what are you saying? It's giving me the creeps."

In fact, the words "Golden List" sent a chill down the spines of all the gods and immortals in the Seventh Realm, filling them with intense unease.

(End of this chapter)