Night without Borders

Chapter 550 Never expected

Even a super rare treasure like the rotten fan was locked up. Qin Ming searched his surroundings and found that only the old cloth was unrestricted. He immediately wrapped it in his right hand and fanned it directly.

In an instant, it seemed as if a blazing sun rose into the sky within the blood-red forest.

The smile on the third Dao Seed faded. In his view, this attack was insulting. The "Flesh and Blood Dao Field" that he had carefully selected and finally reserved actually slapped him in the face right away.

He stood firmly in mid-air, unmoving, like a pine tree rooted in a rock wall, exuding an extraordinary and unparalleled aura and a strong will. Only at the very last moment did he simply raise his right palm.

He made no unnecessary movements, following the natural way, returning to simplicity and authenticity. The lines on his right hand were clear, and with a bang, he blocked the blazing sun-like attack.

Like a thunderclap in the void, a dazzling divine glow shone in all directions, and an endless rain of light poured down.

In the blood-red forest, centered on the two people, swathes of towering ancient trees collapsed with a deafening roar. The trunks, which required several people to encircle, burst open simultaneously, sending broken leaves and branches flying everywhere.

Qin Ming's expression was solemn; this person's strength was no weaker than that blood-red figure.

A single blood-red monster was already deadly, casting a shadow of death upon him; now, with the arrival of another Dao Seed, the predicament has worsened even further.

He didn't have high expectations for Old Bu, knowing that it wouldn't recover; it always regarded temporary owners as fleeting visitors in its life.

In this respect, it is far inferior to the yellow parasol.

However, the basic properties of the Different Gold Cloth remain, and it can amplify Heavenly Light, Pure Yang Consciousness, etc. to a certain extent.

Even so, Qin Ming still did not gain the upper hand.

The third Dao Seed spoke up: "It's stronger than I expected, and it actually blocked my palm strike."

His right hand was still held in front of him, without any large movements, showing his composure and calmness.

Seeing this aloof attitude, Qin Ming felt nothing but want to slap him away.

From the woods on one side, the power of the Yellow Canopy Umbrella erupted.

Qin Ming felt a heavy weight in his heart, fearing that Little Yellow might actually self-destruct, just as it had jokingly said before.

Taking advantage of the blood-red figure's absence from the area, he quietly took out the pure white conch shell, which was even more precious than the rare conch shell and could transmit messages over extremely long distances.

"Higher arts are forbidden here." The blood-red monster's voice echoed.

As expected, the Daoist energy fluctuated violently, and the rare treasure in Qin Ming's hand was locked.

This is on the opponent's home turf, adjacent to the highest realm, where the crimson monster wields fragmented power of rules, making it quite troublesome.

Suddenly, a terrifying light erupted from the yellow canopy, as if spiritual power was burning and exploding violently, leveling a large area of ​​the blood-red forest.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qin Ming tried again to activate the teleportation talisman he had seized from the Black Flame Phoenix and rushed toward the Yellow Silk Umbrella. If successful, he would snatch it away.

As a result, while still en route, he realized that he had failed again, and the teleportation talisman had been locked.

Qin Ming was mentally prepared, after all, even that super treasure—the Rotten Fan—was temporarily unusable.

"No need to come over, I can still hold on!" Huang Luo, with his canopy, said firmly.

Its umbrella was dim, and the figure on it was blurry. It slowly turned, blocking the humanoid monster that had reappeared after exploding into a bloody mist.

Qin Ming was worried about it, and his heart was heavy.

He suspected that the blood-red figure might be a manifestation of some residual power from the Supreme Dojo, and that it would be difficult to destroy it in its home turf.

“You dare to disregard others in front of me?” The third Daoist was leisurely strolling in the void, blocking his path.

Qin Ming assessed that, although both the crimson monster and the third Dao Seed had higher cultivation levels than him, they were not yet at the point of overwhelming him.

The biggest problem now is that the opponent seems to be immortal in the Crimson Forest.

He put aside his other thoughts, and the sunlight shone outwards.

The third Dao Seed wore a faint smile, exuding elegance and a sense of detachment from the world. He radiated a sacred light, as if purifying this battlefield.

This time, he took the initiative. A light drizzle, like a wisp of light, flew out from him, the raindrops elongating and turning into countless threads, covering the area ahead.

Outside Qin Ming's body, a tangible spiritual field expanded, with layers of ripples spreading and distorting the night sky, causing the penetrating threads to emit a piercing clang.

With a deafening roar, a terrifying shockwave emanated from the center of the battlefield, and runes erupted from within the yellow canopy like a torrential downpour.

It was like a self-destructive outburst.

The umbrella surface grew increasingly dim. The exotic metal material was sturdy and indestructible, and could not be disintegrated, but as a newly revived artifact spirit, the extent of its damage was unknown.

Qin Ming turned his head, looking very worried.

"It's alright, I can still fight!" The yellow parasol reassured him, telling him not to worry about it.

"You dare to be distracted in front of me?" Dao Seed No. 3 sneered.

He seemed to be ascending to immortality, with a dense rain of light pouring out, howling as if it had transformed into chains capable of cutting through the void, rushing forward.

Qin Ming wasn't distracted. At his level, even in the midst of a bloody battle, he could still survey the entire battlefield and capture every subtle change in every corner.

His body was surrounded by an omnipresent spiritual field that trembled violently, with some areas being pierced. The glistening raindrops were even more terrifying than a dreadful divine spear.

With a soft "plop," blood splattered near Qin Ming, and at least five crystalline threads pierced through his flesh.

With a clanging sound, his right hand glowed and severed the threads.

At the same time, Qin Ming raised his inner vision Heaven-Opening Axe, and with a loud boom, the dazzling rune light seemed to carry a thousand waves as it smashed through.

In an instant, the heavy giant axe, with its blinding runes, continued to cleave down.

The third Dao Seed had a smile on his face, which was extremely abnormal. At first, he simply raised his right hand and forcefully clashed with the Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe, which made a loud and deafening sound.

Qin Ming was injured, and as he continued his relentless attacks, repeatedly unleashing this trump card, more cracks appeared in his body, and blood flowed profusely.

However, the third Dao Seed was no longer so composed. After taking thirteen axe blows in a row, he suddenly retreated, no longer engaging in direct combat, and shook his right hand.

"Go ahead and try to take it again!" Ignoring his injuries, Qin Ming continued to use the Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe, unleashing one massive axe beam after another, like comets streaking across the sky, cleaving forward.

The third Dao Seed calmly stated, "Ineffective attack."

All I can say is that he is ridiculously powerful.

In the past, many of Qin Ming's opponents couldn't even withstand a single axe blow from him, yet he was able to fight back with his bare hands.

At this moment, the third Dao Seed was like a god or demon in the sea of ​​night mist, moving left and right at lightning speed. He was demonstrating the truth through his actions; it wasn't that he couldn't stop it, but that he didn't want to expend too much power.

He seemed to be showing off his skills, attacking with pure speed, so fast that he broke through to Qin Ming's side, his fingertips glowing, tearing open Qin Ming's spiritual field.

His five fingers shone brightly, and five beams of light flew out, leaving five bloody holes in Qin Ming's body.

"Hmm?" The third Dao Seed sensed something was wrong. Although he had distorted the void and his form was not imprisoned by the spiritual field, he was momentarily disoriented.

Qin Ming was once tormented to the point of near death by the power of the Great Dream Mushroom. Inspired by it, his spiritual field has a hallucinogenic effect and has been refined into a spiritual illusion field.

Clang!
Qin Ming's nine-colored sword aura surged up, piercing through the night sky, and with a hiss, it slashed down, causing the head of the third Dao Seed to explode.

With a mournful growl, the third Dao Seed vanished from its original spot, instantly teleporting hundreds of feet away, where its shattered head reformed.

He has no physical body, but his spiritual power radiates terrifying fluctuations. He is enveloped in Daoist aura, making him even more terrifying than a real flesh and blood body, and his strength is unfathomable.

Qin Ming's eyes lit up. He noticed that the Dao Seed had dimmed slightly and had not fully recovered, which meant that the previous strike had caused substantial damage to the opponent.

Unlike the Crimson Monster, the Third Dao Seed does not possess an immortal body.

Now, it's just that his spiritual body is difficult to destroy in one go.

Just like the path to immortality, the pure Yang consciousness is hard to extinguish.

In fact, this is true of most powerful systems.

Just like in the cultivation civilization, even if you kill the physical body of a grandmaster, you still have to kill the nascent soul.

Moreover, Qin Ming sensed that this person did not possess fragments of the power of rules, making him easier to deal with overall than the blood-red monster.

He admitted that his opponent was indeed more skilled than him, but not to the point of being insurmountable and causing him to despair. He could use the tattered cloth to amplify his power and perhaps even have a bloody battle.

The third Dao Seed strolled through the void, still ethereal and otherworldly, his feathered robes fluttering, appearing incredibly transcendent. However, his smile vanished, and a chill settled in his eyes.

He said indifferently, "You don't really think you can fight me, do you?"

Before Qin Ming, nine-colored sword energy merged, resembling a true dragon poised to soar into the sky at any moment, spewing terrifying sword light as if to tear the heavens apart.

He said in a deep voice, "Isn't that so?"

The third Dao Seed scrutinized him and said, "Who gave you the confidence to be so arrogant? You haven't even reached the fifth realm yet, and you still dare to dream of dealing with a Dao Seed?"

At this moment, Qin Ming felt his body getting hotter and hotter, wishing he could immediately sink into the earth and merge with this place to achieve a metamorphosis.

He was helpless; the enemy wouldn't give him that opportunity.

He was unsure whether forcibly building a city of flesh and blood would be tantamount to tying his own hands and feet, or drawing a cage around himself, so he dared not take action.

The third Dao Seed chuckled coldly and said, "You think you can defeat all your opponents by ruling a corner of the world?"

He looked at Qin Ming and said, "You are nothing more than my flesh and blood cultivation field; no one can destroy your cultivation seed."

In an instant, his body became ethereal and his form unpredictable. Various wondrous sights appeared around him. One moment he appeared solemn and dignified, holding a vajra pestle, and the next he appeared in flowing robes, like a banished immortal standing high in the heavens...

Qin Ming suddenly realized that these people had all been his flesh and blood fields, and had been parasitized by him.

This is an unpredictable creature, burdened with countless blood debts.

The third Dao Seed pierced through the void like a ghost, sometimes appearing like a Vajra glaring in anger, unleashing a terrifying Dharma form and swinging its precious pestle forward, and sometimes appearing as ethereal as a banished immortal, pointing forward with a startling finger.

In an instant, Qin Ming found himself in a precarious situation.

Blood splattered from his body from time to time. His shoulder was pierced by fingers, and his palm was smashed into a bloody mess by the Vajra Pestle, his finger bones cracked. As Qin Ming roared, nine-colored sword light appeared and disappeared from his mouth and nose, slashing out from time to time to block the other figures of his opponent.

At the same time, his spiritual field is also expanding, trying to bind this person's true body.

Qin Ming's Chaotic Force had also reached its limit. His fist light was like a divine rainbow, traversing the night sky. Amplified by the tattered cloth, he clashed head-on with his opponent, continuing their fierce battle.

With a bang, Qin Ming was finally sent flying. His cultivation was inferior, and his attempt to reverse the situation failed. He was covered in blood and cracks all over his body. Every step he took left a bloody footprint.

The ground collapsed under his feet, and he staggered backward.

The third Dao Seed spoke up: "This is the difference!"

His feathered robes fluttered, and his handsome appearance was like jade as he strolled down from the void.

Qin Ming took a deep breath. There was no need to use conventional methods now, as they were completely useless. Even with all his trump cards, he could only barely hold his own against the opponent, and he experienced a long-lost sense of powerlessness.

At this point, he could only resort to some forbidden techniques.

If the strongest chaotic energy were to erupt continuously, given his current state of being riddled with cracks, he would most likely not be able to withstand it and would disintegrate on his own first.

However, if he doesn't unleash his strongest silk calligraphy, what other methods does he have? It's truly unstoppable.

He had no time to waste, no time to think anymore; his opponent was as swift as a god or demon, already closing in.

In an instant, Qin Ming combined multiple techniques and risked a bloody battle.

Using the meaning of the silk scroll, he controlled all his strength, mobilized his essence, energy and spirit, and dozens of halos bloomed around his body. In an instant, his body cracked even more horribly, as if it would explode completely at any moment.

The next moment, Qin Ming used another method, merging his consciousness and divine wisdom with the light of heaven, transforming it into a God-Slaying Whip, which he concentrated on his right hand, instantly becoming extremely dazzling and boundless.

This is a deadly technique created by Tang Jin's master, Li Wuwei, involving dual cultivation. Originally, it was meant to fuse the pure Yang consciousness with the heavenly light, extract 70% of it outside the body, condense it to the extreme, and then use it to blast the opponent to death.

Qin Ming cultivates all three paths simultaneously, making him naturally suited to this method, and he has also incorporated the power of the esoteric Buddhist system.

The reason it is now called a forbidden technique is because Qin Ming has almost extracted all of his heavenly light, pure yang consciousness, and divine wisdom, condensed them together, and refined them into the God-Slaying Whip. It is also like a terrifying heavenly sword that has been honed for a long time, which is used to strike the Dao Seed that the opponent has condensed with his spiritual force field.

In fact, this is the ultimate concentration of Chaos Force, transformed into a weapon, engraved with endless special runes. The original technique has already mutated in Qin Ming's hands and can no longer be called the God-Slaying Whip.

Those who cultivate both paths simultaneously, condensing 70% of their abilities, are taking a risk.

However, he is currently advancing on three fronts simultaneously, which means he has almost combined all his power.

Qin Ming's body suddenly felt empty, with only a portion of his pure Yang consciousness remaining. Fortunately, he had studied the "Refining Body and Harmonizing with the Dao Scripture" thoroughly and immediately activated it to stabilize his physical body. At the first moment, he wielded the powerful weapon he had fused with—the Primordial Chaos Slash.

The third Dao Seed, with his black hair flowing freely and carrying the light of a flying immortal, moved with an illusion that vanished with every step, arriving in an instant. His footprints in the void were like blooming celestial buds, and his right hand slashed through the void like a celestial sword.

With a loud bang, after the two met, Qin Ming suppressed his opponent for the first time in a head-on confrontation, and the brilliant light from his right hand illuminated the sky.

The right hand of the third Daoist exploded, shattering into streams of light.

Moreover, although Qin Ming's Hunyuan Slash had dimmed considerably, its momentum remained unchanged, and with a bang, it cleaved his opponent's head in two.

The third seed reacted swiftly, retreating abruptly.

His entire body was formed from a fusion of spiritual energy and Daoist principles; beheading him would not completely extinguish his consciousness.

Although his body was dim, it was fully manifested again.

Just as Qin Ming's "Primordial Chaos Slash" was about to disperse, he condensed it again using a forbidden technique and reinforced it with tattered cloth. This time, it was neither whip-shaped nor sword-like. It was attached to his right hand, with dense Primordial Chaos runes intertwined, more dazzling than the sun exploding.

He swung his palm forward, sweeping it directly across the other person's face.

As soon as the No. 3 Dao Seed reappeared, he hastily retreated, unable to dodge, and directly clashed with it. With a "poof," his arm exploded again, followed by excruciating pain in his face.

This time, Qin Ming finally got his wish. He successfully slapped the other person across the face, and the slap shattered it.

The head of the third Dao Seed also exploded.

Without a doubt, this attack is highly damaging and extremely insulting.

Qin Ming transformed into a head-exploding maniac, once again smashing his opponent's head open.

Unfortunately, this kind of consumption was too terrible. The Hunyuan Slash dissipated and turned into endless streams of light, which he forcibly absorbed into his body instead of dissipating into the void. He needed to temporarily unify his body and spirit and nurture his pure yang consciousness.

Qin Ming's body trembled. The violent surge of energy caused his cracked flesh to bleed continuously, but he eventually managed to calm it down and prevented his body from tearing apart.

The third Dao Seed retreated to a distant location. His earlier smile was gone, and even his calm and composed aura had been shattered. His face was ashen; his head had been repeatedly smashed, and he had received numerous slaps to the face, rendering him unable to remain composed. He was being humiliated.

He said indifferently, "I chose you as my physical body, do you think that I would be afraid to destroy you because I am afraid to do something against my will? I want to borrow a body, but it doesn't necessarily have to be you."

Qin Ming really couldn't stand his arrogant attitude. No one had ever dared to treat him so disrespectfully, as if he were selecting goods, or as if he were a piece of soil for cultivating the Dao.

He said in a deep voice, "What makes you so arrogant, a mere seed of a failed civilization? You think you're so great, even your supreme Daoist temple has fallen. What are you shouting about?"

Upon hearing this, the third Dao Seed was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Is that how you understand it?"

He didn't say much, but his confidence, tinged with arrogance, was palpable.

Qin Ming's pupils contracted, and his heart skipped a beat as he considered a possibility.

The supreme dojo was slaughtered and fell from the sky. The murderer may not have gone far away, but has been quietly lurking, chewing on his prey and enjoying a gluttonous feast.

He was immediately overwhelmed with anxiety; the place was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

He instantly realized, "No, this parasitic civilization must have been severely damaged as well, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to remain so quiet and hidden for so long."

The fall of any supreme Daoist sect is accompanied by boundless bloodshed and is extremely difficult; it cannot be done easily. The civilization behind the No. 3 Daoist seed must have also paid a terrible price.

Are they about to make a comeback?

In a flash, Qin Ming thought of many questions.

On this land, a divine moon once rose into the sky. Could this be the work of a parasitic civilization, intending to hunt again?

Or is it that this civilization itself is in a bad state, still dormant, unable to control the locked blood moon, and accidentally leaking out the power of the moon?

If they want to hunt, who will they target? Will it be the Jade Capital side, or the Totem faction?

Clearly, several factions have suddenly arrived in this area, and even if the parasitic civilization has been revived, they dare not make any rash moves.

"Hmm?" Qin Ming wondered if the Golden List's insistence on driving the Celestial Clan, the Abyss Civilization, and the Totem lineage out of the enclave and into the Blood Forest territory was intentional.
He suddenly realized that the effects of the Supreme Bloodbath might still be unfolding, and none of the parties involved were easy targets, making the situation quite complicated.

As for now, he needs to fight his way out and save himself; there's no need to think about anything else.

In the distance, the crimson monster trudged heavily, trying to rush over to "save the day," because it discovered that the Dao Seeds were being shot in the head repeatedly and was worried that something bad was about to happen.

"With me here, you can't leave!" The yellow parasol spun, releasing destructive power.

With a loud bang, it exploded again.

This time, the yellow parasol flew out along with the Dharma chain, burning fiercely, and Xiao Huang's sigh could be heard, as if there was regret and a sense of desolation.

The crimson monster was struck by the chains of magic. After the explosion, it dimmed considerably, finally being damaged at its core, and quite severely at that.

However, it materialized immediately, turning around abruptly to look at the imperial umbrella that had fallen from the void.

"Little Huang!" Qin Ming roared.

That suicidal method caused the yellow parasol to dim to its lowest point; the runes almost went out, and the figure on the parasol was about to disappear.

Qin Ming felt a lump in his throat. He was worried that he would never see Xiao Huang again. Even if it were to revive and a new spirit appeared, it would no longer be the same Xiao Huang.

At this moment, Qin Ming's eyes felt a little sore.

"It's alright, I can fight again!" The yellow parasol trembled and floated up again, blocking the humanoid blood-red monster.

"Don't force yourself!" Qin Ming shouted.

Huang Luo, with a soft sigh and endless regret, said, "You will help me regain my strength in the future!"

"Okay!" Qin Ming nodded vigorously.

At the same time, he sent another telepathic message, instructing it to preserve itself and not to erase its core imprint, otherwise, even if it reappeared, it would not be the same as before.

The man with the yellow parasol swayed and said, "It's alright. The cow is gone, but there are still birds. It's not my turn yet."

"What are you talking about?" Qin Ming looked in its direction.

Then he saw a black flame phoenix leading a large group of soul shadows rush out from the umbrella, carrying the light of magic chains, and kill the blood-red monster.

Qin Ming was stunned and immediately realized that the so-called "ox gone" must refer to the Earth Ox Grandmaster's soul light being destroyed.

His eyes were red just now, he was incredibly sad, and Huang Luo's tone was also so desolate, but in the end... it just ran away with a bull?
Qin Ming never expected this situation.

His eyes immediately stopped stinging, and he resumed his fierce battle with the third Dao Seed.

The third Dao Seed hesitated and wavered, but finally hardened its resolve and said, "It's just a flesh and blood Dao field. Destroy it first, and then slowly cultivate and nurture it."

For a moment, Qin Ming was under unimaginable pressure, and blood splattered everywhere.

The battlefield was incredibly bloody!
As if things weren't going to go wrong, Qin Ming lost control of himself. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, and he couldn't pull himself up. Then, he sank deeper into the earth.

He became one with this land, and was about to undergo a metamorphosis, which was unstoppable.

The third Dao Seed immediately followed, looking down and saying, "Even the heavens are helping me. Are you going to voluntarily transform into a flesh and blood Dao Field?"

Underground, Qin Ming suddenly opened his eyes. He felt that he had misunderstood. Although he was now confined to one place for the time being, he was not incapable of taking action.

In that case... he will have a great future.

Qin Ming's eyes suddenly shone brightly, emitting an astonishing brilliance. If he could break through the barrier quickly here, he would definitely have to suppress the No. 3 Dao Seed and make him call him "father".

(End of this chapter)