Night without Borders

Chapter 584 Two years have passed since the promise was made. [Happy New Year!]

(Correction: Li Qingyue has been away for more than two years.)
"Disperse!" Under the cover of night, Qin Ming uttered only two words, yet they intimidated all around.

His voice wasn't loud, yet it caused the crowd to retreat like a tide.

“Even within the same fifth realm, people are different,” an elder sighed.

What defines a grandmaster? The mysterious figure behind him, with his flowing sleeves, embodied the true meaning of those four words in every gesture and word.

Qin Ming stood suspended in mid-air, wielding the six qi, and said, "Everyone, please behave yourselves. Even with the heart of a bodhisattva, I cannot tolerate being repeatedly offended."

Many people can't help but look back, and in that one glance, they see a diverse array of people, each with their own unique perspective.

The Huang family members paused briefly, witnessing the man's boundless power and the humiliation of their family losing face.

Zhou Tiandao, Yan Zhuohua, and other exceptional talents paused slightly, only to be met with that person's unparalleled demeanor, which looked down upon all the heroes.

Lu Jingli turned around and saw the unattainable figure of a banished immortal and shattered dreams.

The older generation glanced at him and saw the grandmaster's majestic presence and awe-inspiring aura, which even the master had to bow to.

Until that ethereal figure looked over, in an instant, all the people scattered.

The night sky was clear and peaceful.

Qin Ming muttered to himself, "Why is that? Because I... am kind-hearted."

If he hadn't shattered the Grandmaster, smashed the warship, and suppressed the Saint, how could he have effectively "persuaded" the others to leave the scene? He may have appeared fierce and wrathful, but in reality, he was compassionate and merciful, thus preventing the tragic bloodshed that night.

With a wave of his hand, Qin Ming took away the five wooden figures left behind by Wen Dao. They all possessed the power of a grandmaster and were exquisite treasures that could form a five-element battle formation capable of trapping and killing powerful individuals.

Those who sensed his "Bodhisattva-like heart" and "compassion" had all gone far away, but other creatures lingered nearby—the swarm of Crimson God Insects.

Earlier, various groups arrived. When Qin Ming made his move, it was like the blazing sun shining on the night sky. Even these strange insects, which only had primal instincts left, trembled and hid in the Grand Canyon.

This is a top-quality ingredient. Whether it's salt-roasted, used in soup, or steamed, its delicious and rich aroma is simply irresistible.

With a flick of his sleeve, Qin Ming instantly collected the sunset-like swarm of insects and sent them into the tattered cloth space.

"Such a delicacy is fit for a celestial banquet, so how could it become a major threat to the Earthly Immortal Dynasty? Even if they were to eat it, they should have devoured all of these strange insects." Qin Ming asked, puzzled.

He pondered that if he tried to put the Crimson God Worm on the dining tables of some top masters, the Crimson God Worm would probably have to be bred in the future to avoid extinction.

At the very least, after Qin Ming tasted it once, he could never forget its exquisite freshness and aroma.

With a whoosh, he stood on the Hunyuan Golden Bridge, spanning the night sky, and vanished in an instant, as if he were standing on a sea of ​​night mist, heading towards an unknown shore.

Qin Ming was testing his speed, and it was indeed incredibly fast.

He returned to the dragon's nest, intending to wipe out the entire nest of strange insects. After all, besides the incredibly tempting delicacies, this place also contained the Crimson God Elixir.

Qin Ming went straight into the mountain's belly. The buzzing sound of his wings was like metal plates rubbing together. A huge number of strange insects flew up, as if they were cast from molten iron, a bright red expanse.

After becoming a grandmaster, he returned to this place, no longer under the pressure of life and death.

"I wonder if that silver old ape and the Bull Demon King survived."

The mountainside was vast and quite open. Qin Ming stood like a blazing sun in the sky, and when the swarms of insects flew in, they fell down with a crackling sound, unable to get close to him at all.

In particular, after his true form was revealed, even the best among the Crimson Gods, such as the "Insect Generals" who evolved specifically for combat, were no match for him.

Behind Qin Ming, a wondrous scene appeared: black and white trees swayed, yin and yang energies swept out, and crimson divine insects fell like rain.

Then, a thousand cicadas chirped in unison and flew out, capturing countless Crimson God Insects alive.

Then, the boundless night fog dissipated, the starry sky shone brightly, and the moon hung obliquely, falling from the ninth heaven.

In an instant, a pair of faint, large hands appeared, as if to pierce the darkness...

Qin Ming's initial attempt revealed that his true form was constantly evolving.

Previously, he had killed a grandmaster and destroyed a warship without ever using his true form, because he didn't need to, and he didn't want anyone to know his true methods.

Unless a stronger being arrives, it will be extremely difficult to force out his true form, and it will also be difficult to trigger the intertwining of golden threads in the Primordial Heavenly Light, as well as the black hole with devouring properties.

A moment later, Qin Ming remained unmoved, the Hunyuan Golden Bridge carrying him across the insect hive. Wherever his figure went, the insect swarm was completely absorbed.

He collected the red divine nectar sealed with a waxy substance and also saw the insect mother.

"Hmm?" He sensed something was wrong.

The insect queen screamed, her voice piercing, like a soul-crushing tsunami.

Its sound was not enough to harm Qin Ming, but it seemed to have awakened some kind of creature.

Qin Ming heard the sound of the iron chains rattling. He discovered that there was a cave at the very bottom of the mountain, with a stone door, and strange noises were coming from inside.

Then, he resonated with a primal and vague will.

"Roar?" A wild beast stretched out its large claws from behind the stone gate; it seemed to be chained.

"Awaken...Master!" the insect queen screamed, not as normal communication, but as a cry for help driven by primal instinct. She felt powerless against the intruders.

With a whoosh, Qin Ming stepped onto the Hunyuan Golden Bridge and disappeared into the distance.

"Heaven nurtures wondrous insects, which cannot all be harvested. We should preserve their species. That's enough." He disappeared into the vast night.

Even a grandmaster must remain clear-headed. Just like the various groups of people who faced him at the last moment, their eyes suddenly became clear, and they knew etiquette and how to advance and retreat.

This insect hive is clearly strange; there are even more terrifying monsters lurking deep underground.

"This trip was worthwhile. We collected quite a lot of metal melon seeds, strange insects, and priceless Crimson God Elixir. Now it's time to seek refuge."

Qin Ming was very clear-headed. He had just broken through to become a Grandmaster and was not yet ready to confront the unknown old monster head-on.

If he continues to act recklessly like this, he might run into the patriarch or provoke a powerful immortal, which would definitely lead to a miserable end.

In particular, the Huang family's domineering nature is ingrained in their bones. Having suffered such a great loss, they will surely retaliate fiercely if a high-ranking figure appears.

"Having accomplished his task, he dusted off his robes and disappeared into the horizon."

"No, it's still not fast enough." After stopping, Qin Ming's consciousness merged with the light of the heavens, and his spirit wandered out.

Suddenly, he was like Cao Qianqiu of old, traveling with the sun shining brightly along the way.

Of course, this only happened in an instant.

Qin Ming quickly extinguished the flames, stored his physical body in the tattered cloth, and then attached his pure Yang consciousness to it, disappearing from the world.

He rode the tattered cloth towards the exit of the Savage Immortal Realm.

This time, he gained a lot and successfully broke through to the fifth realm. However, in order to express his true feelings, he also caused quite a bit of trouble. He wants to go back to Black and White Mountain to have some tea and calm his nerves.

A wise person avoids standing under a dangerous wall; it's best to go home for a short rest and return when you're refreshed.

His main concern was that the Huang family might not be able to swallow this insult and would make a big fuss, even hiring top experts to guard the exit, which would cause a lot of trouble.

After all, this place is strange; it can awaken one's most primal wildness, and staying there for too long can lead to disaster.

"I wonder what happened to those acquaintances. If they got lost, will they become wild animals?" Qin Ming pondered.

For example, could Bai Meng become a wild giant elephant with broken teeth and a broken nose?
What would Tang Yushang look like in the wild? Would she be wrapped in an animal skin skirt, ruling the mountains like a king, or would she gather around a campfire, howling and dancing a wild war dance?

Pei Gong is alright; he's too indifferent right now. Once his primal instincts return, he might be able to regain his toughness.

Qin Ming felt that there was no major problem. He would go out and lay low for a while before coming back to capture Tang Yushang, Bai Meng, and the others in the wild.

At the same time, he believed that he probably wouldn't need to put in any effort, as various organizations and traditions in the outside world would naturally send experts to find him.

Qin Ming's speed of spiritual travel naturally far surpasses that of physical travel by wind.

When he first arrived at this place, he explored and traveled for several days before finally reaching the vicinity of the dragon's nest.

Now, eager to return home, he arrived at the Misty Gate of the Barbarian Immortal Realm that very day.

"The Huang family is really quick. They have special methods. They have already sent a message to the exit, intending to set up a base and carefully investigate the returning people."

However, the Huang family was still not as fast as Qin Ming. He traveled at lightning speed, clinging to the tattered cloth, and returned in a trance, arriving first.

He passed through the exit silently and stealthily, without being questioned or leaving a trace, and established himself in Yezhou.

Outside the misty gate, the leaves on the old tree rippled, and Qin Ming suddenly disappeared into the distance.

In less than the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn, he had already entered the territory of Black and White Mountain.

A moment later, the aroma of tea filled Qin Ming's courtyard.

The journey of the spirit is so swift. Just moments ago, he was in the Savage Immortal Realm, glaring fiercely and displaying his divine might. Now, he is calm and peaceful, personally brewing the Enlightenment Tea.

……

In the Savage Immortal Realm, upon receiving the news, the Huang family's higher-ups immediately dispatched Grandmasters to the scene, only to find nothing there.

Along the way, he encountered many people who, upon hearing the details reported by their clansmen, turned ashen-faced. This was truly a case of wild boars riding on their faces, rubbing the Huang family's dignity into the ground.

"At what level exactly is he?"

"This person did not use Xuanhuang Qi or Taichu Qi to maintain his condition, so he should not be a Grandmaster, but his combat power is quite considerable."

The people from Star Mountain appeared; they had lost a grandmaster and looked grim, so they brought "war beasts" with them.

The War Beast rose to fame sixty years ago and was once hailed as the future leader of Star Mountain.

In his pursuit of ultimate power, he practiced a terrifying mental cultivation technique, which caused him to suffer from a split personality, losing his senses and becoming as if possessed by an external demon.

When he is lucid, his strength is terrifying. Over the past ninety years, he has honed his indestructible battle physique. Once he enters a battle state, he will make his opponents despair.

According to outside observers, if he hadn't had that accident, he would have had a chance to enter the Imperial Capital.

The Huang family and Xingchen Mountain have an inseparable relationship; the two families are very close.

"You killed five Grandmasters and still want to leave the Savage Immortal Realm? We will find you."

"Has he escaped to the exit and successfully left this world?"

"No, the Misty Gate has a Divine Mirror hanging there. We informed them immediately, and anyone entering or leaving will be recorded. He hasn't returned yet. As for now, the Ancestral Master's pure Yang consciousness is personally overseeing the place."

When the Grandmaster of the Huang family saw the war beast, he showed a complicated expression. This "young man" who was about ninety years old was once at the height of his power and brought great pressure to an old man like him.

“Every generation has its own leader. If he hadn’t had this incident, he could have been one of the most prominent figures of his time.”

To receive such praise from a grandmaster who is over three hundred years old is enough to demonstrate the terror of the war beast.

A grandmaster from Xingchen Mountain also arrived and said, "Your Huang family's man is no less impressive." "Him? He's become somewhat obsessed, practicing that so-called Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe, almost neglecting our clan's true scriptures, insisting on pursuing the perfect realm of that technique. How easy is that?"

If Qin Ming were here, he would be astonished.

His inner world creation axe was obtained from a peerless genius in the heavens—Xie Jinglan.

Furthermore, he resonated with parts of the truth.

Years ago, Xie Jinglan and others discovered a strange encounter. He obtained an axe handle that had almost turned to ashes, while the unparalleled genius of the Huang family obtained even more, including the shattered axe head.

If no outsiders were present, Xie Jinglan would have undoubtedly died.

However, years later, he still became disabled.

He spent decades revisiting the old path before finally retracing his steps.

The Grandmaster of Xingchen Mountain said, "The complete Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe is a forbidden technique. I heard that Nephew Huang has collected almost all of it. If he comes out of seclusion again, he will definitely be considered the leader of his generation."

The Huang family's grandmaster shook his head and said, "He has taken many detours and wrong turns, and has not yet reached the proper level."

"Has he arrived?" asked the Grandmaster of Star Mountain.

Seeing the old man of the Huang clan's expression falter slightly, he immediately understood that the peerless genius must have arrived, intending to use his blood-tempered axe to slay primitive creatures in this Savage Immortal Realm.

Many people have heard that the Huang family's unparalleled genius has been using the Blood Refining Method to repair the forbidden domain's ultimate technique—the Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe—in recent decades.

The Grandmaster of Xingchen Mountain suggested, "Let him kill this madman who committed the bloody crime; it will be a good opportunity to hone the sharpness of his divine axe."

Many people nearby overheard their conversation, which they made without trying to hide it from outsiders, and they were all deeply shaken.

The war beast, who is over ninety years old, and the peerless genius of the Huang family, who is over eighty years old, are still very "young" in the eyes of many people. They once intimidated an era, and now they are going to personally take to the field.

Furthermore, with a Grandmaster personally visiting this place, it would be quite interesting if we were to encounter that "righteous, kind-hearted, and compassionate light."

……

Qin Ming returned to Shuangshu Village without any disturbance, because the villagers were unaware that he had left. After all, he would occasionally go into the mountains and disappear for days at a time.

Only acquaintances who knew the inside story rushed to see him upon hearing the news.

For example, Wenrui, Red Squirrel, etc.

"Huh, you're even wearing the 'Secret Feather' armor." Qin Ming was surprised, noticing the flowing divine patterns on the Thunder King Bird's feathers and immediately realizing the unusual situation.

"After I developed three heads and six wings, my bloodline was continuously purified, making me comparable to the Thunder King Bird. I was valued by the elders of the clan and bestowed with a precious armor."

The Thunder King Bird recently returned to its troop, truly a triumphant homecoming.

The red squirrel said, "Not bad, you've really made a name for yourself, you're finally able to hold your head high in the clan."

The Thunder King Bird raised its head and said, "I am no longer the poor boy I was back then, I am... the poor boy of this year."

It didn't drift away; it deeply felt the wealth of the royal bird. This time, returning to its clan, it was as if it had been "helped out."

The red squirrel said, "Be content. Following Uncle Qin, you get nine meals a day. There are too many hidden perks."

It is now particularly adept at navigating the road, never mentioning the old story of the looted granary.

Thinking back to six years ago, in that snowy winter, its den was raided, and it was so angry that it almost died and fainted for a long time.

Thunder King Bird nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, the greatest wealth is nothing more than changing one's physical constitution and greatly improving one's own strength."

Qin Ming sipped his tea, listening to them talk about the outside world and giving Wen Rui pointers on his cultivation, finding it quite pleasant.

What does the slaughter in the Immortal Realm have to do with him? He can't afford to suffer misfortune while he's at home.

"Where's Yuque?" Qin Ming asked.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

The magpie, accompanied by several of its kind, traced a graceful path and landed delicately.

"Mountain Lord, this is my child this year. He just learned to fly, so I brought him here for you to see."

Qin Ming bestowed some spiritual medicines upon him, while also feeling quite speechless. Spring has passed and autumn has come, and this guy now has six generations living under one roof.

Most importantly, it is not faithful and forms a new family every spring.

The magpie, in its own way, says that this is due to its racial nature and that it cannot be blamed.

"Trash bird," Qin Ming commented.

Yuque immediately retorted, "I'm no longer the trash bird I used to be, I am..."

The red squirrel chimed in, "You're the worst bird this year."

Yuque threatened, "You scum rat, don't talk about me. When we go back into the mountains, I'll go and beat up your great-grandson, you rat."

Qin Ming was stunned, never expecting that even this red squirrel had four generations living together.

He was somewhat speechless, but he found their argument quite amusing.

Wenrui said, "Uncle, when are you getting married? Hurry up and find Auntie so you can have a little brother."

The Thunder King Bird said, "Yes, Mountain Lord, you've brought back more than one woman. Which one do you prefer as your Daoist partner?"

Yuque flapped her little wings and said, "Do we still need to choose? Marry them all!"

Qin Ming was somewhat lost in thought. Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, more than two years had passed since Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran left, and he had already reached the Grandmaster realm.

In this vast and dangerous world of night fog, even without special weapons for protection, a grandmaster can barely manage to set out and explore the distant horizon.

Now, at a little over twenty-two years old, he has already reached the fifth realm. No matter where he is placed, he is like an awl in a bag, truly outstanding.

At the very least, there are no grandmasters in their early twenties within the Yujing camp.

The saints he knew were all older than him.

Qin Ming put down his teacup, looked up, and gazed at the Black and White Mountains.

Having just broken through to the Grandmaster realm, he could barely travel far, though it wasn't impossible for him to set off.

"I wonder what the area where the Tushita Palace and the Xuan Nu Palace are located is like."

Qin Ming was lost in thought, then he shook his head and decided to focus on the task at hand.

Not long after, he went into the mountains, opened the tattered cloth, and released Xiaochong, Erwu, and the Chairman. The three were full of life and did not look like corpses at all.

Boom, boom...

Soon, the sound of a real heartbeat could be heard.

Qin Ming resonated with them; three pairs of eyes opened and looked at him, their gazes all deep and unfathomable.

"Go and make some tea."

"Come here and massage my shoulders."

"Hmm, you always have that sinister aura. Go practice your skills over there!"

Qin Ming sat quietly, ordering the three men around.

He really didn't believe in superstitions. Could these three people really be resurrected right under his nose?
Even if they were to recover and return in full force one day, he would have already reached the end of his path to rebirth and would no longer be afraid of the "living dead" crisis.

Anyway, with Old Bu in hand, every now and then, the three of them would be locked up to "cool down," ensuring that the spark of consciousness could not be reignited abruptly.

Qin Ming released them so that he could infuse them with divine substances and practice in a state of resonance.

He was already a grandmaster, so the Daoist essence, sword energy, and heavenly light he infused into their bodies would naturally be of a higher level, so that they could keep up with him.

Otherwise, how could one breath transform into three inscriptions?

Several days later, after repeated refinement, he finally accumulated enough power within the three bodies to create Taiyi, Jingjiepai, and Yijian, all at the Grandmaster level.

After a period of rigorous training and recuperation, Qin Ming also recovered to his peak condition.

He would feel very safe walking around like this, and in a short confrontation, it would be equivalent to four of him standing side by side.

"What would it be like if four grandmasters were attacked by the enemy?" Qin Ming asked confidently.

Even when he was all smiles and completely at ease, some people in the Barbarian Immortal Realm talked about him, referring to him simply as the "Heretical Master".

How could those people possibly call him the light of the righteous path?
Rumors say that the mysterious evil master may have been frightened by the war beasts and the unparalleled genius of the Huang family, and dared not provoke them, so he went into hiding.

As Qin Ming walked out of Black and White Mountain again, he arrived near Crimson Cloud City when a torrential downpour began, followed by lightning and thunder.

"The rainy season has arrived." He looked up at the sky, and in a flash, he appeared in the Thunderfire Alchemy Hall in the distant mountains.

Qin Ming comprehended the "Primordial Thunder Seal" and used "Thunder Medicine" to refine his body. Although it was not as effective as before, it was enough to stabilize his newly broken-through realm.

And so he settled in here for a while, not in a hurry to leave.

Once the rainy season begins, this kind of weather will continue indefinitely.

Qin Ming secluded himself for half a month, his energy and spirit were at their peak, his eyes were filled with intertwined lightning symbols, and his body was filled with "lightning medicine" to nourish his physical body and spirit.

His true form also evolved, and a spectacular thunderous scene appeared behind him.

At the same time, he transformed into three characters with one breath. The chairman, the second puppet, and the little insect were also polished by the "thunder medicine", and each of them had electric light in their eyes.

"Could being struck by lightning actually help you recover?" Qin Ming asked with some skepticism.

The president's silver hair reached her waist, giving her an increasingly ethereal and otherworldly air. Her graceful movements were even more elegant than before, and her eyes, which seemed to effortlessly sparkle with charm, were captivating.

The two figurines are majestic, while the small insects are malevolent; both are lifelike.

Qin Ming didn't care and said, "Come on, let me massage your shoulders and back. I don't care who you are. If you dare to cause trouble, you'll be imprisoned in this dark space of tattered cloth forever."

During this period, when there were no thunderstorms, he went to see Meng Xinghai.

Half a month is enough time for Qin Ming and his three vibrant bodies to accumulate sufficient thunderous power.

At this moment, he prepared to enter the Barbarian Immortal Realm again.

"What? Something's happened over there. It's getting out of control. Many people are missing. Even experts who went in couldn't find them. And if this goes on for too long, even the strongest will get lost."

Qin Ming, outside the city, actually heard such news.

His expression turned serious. Did he really need to capture the wild Tang Yushang, the savage giant elephant that revealed its true form, and the bloodthirsty Pei Gong?
Wishing everyone a happy, peaceful, and prosperous New Year 2026!

(End of this chapter)