Night without Borders

Chapter 553 The Future Is Too Far Away
Qin Ming looked at the yellow parasol, wondering about the trust between people and things.

It originally bore the tangible imprints of the Dharma Chains and Dao Chains from Yujing, which were complex and profound, but now almost all of them are gone.

It's like a woman with tattoos suddenly "washing away the makeup" and becoming elegant and refined.

What the yellow canopy broke was not the imprint of its own birth law, but an external shackle.

Qin Ming felt that he had been deceived emotionally and had worried about it for nothing.

He sighed, “True feelings are wasted. What use is this seed of Tao from a parasitic civilization? It’s better to discard it. Grind it up and feed it to the dogs, or return it to the great world.”

As he spoke, he began to sever the No. 3 Dao Seed, delivering two kicks and three slaps, causing its spirit and blood to splatter everywhere.

The Dao Seed from the parasitic civilization wanted to say, "What does this have to do with me?" The entanglement between these two, a mere disagreement, actually led to him being sacrificed in blood.

Huang Luo, with his canopy over his head, quickly intervened, saying, "Stop!"

Qin Ming said, "I treated you with sincerity, but you betrayed my honesty and turned our heartfelt friendship into hypocrisy."

The yellow umbrella sighed softly, "Have you forgotten how I got these magic chains? You used me to shield yourself in the past, and that's how they came to be."

Back then, after Qin Ming fought with swords in the sky, he went to collect his reward but took the wrong path and encountered the Dao Chains. In the end... Xiao Huang had to bear it all alone.

Furthermore, when the old mountains above the Nine Heavens were sealed off, they thoroughly investigated the world, trying to find Taiyi and the Realm Sect, and sent people with magic chains to trace them back.

In that battle, Huang Luo, the umbrella bearer, received another "medal," bearing the burden alone.

Qin Ming said, "Weren't we not familiar with each other back then? As a demonic artifact, you were emitting black smoke and glowing with blood-red light. What's wrong with inscribing some magic chains on you to temper your temperament?"

If he were to bring up old grievances, he would indeed feel somewhat guilty, so he decisively changed the subject.

As he spoke, he kicked the third seed again and slapped it twice.

Even though he was pierced by the golden thread, nailed there, and covered in blood, this Dao seed that parasitized the civilization still maintained his transcendence and composure.

Now he was furious. If he was going to kill him, that would be one thing, but why was he taking his anger out on him?
Huang Luo, with his umbrella, said, "If we set aside the truth and facts, I may have been wrong to block the chain for you and blast away the Grandmaster's power."

Upon hearing these words, Qin Ming was speechless and genuinely felt guilty.

However, he always felt that Huang Luogai's "tea ceremony" was gradually improving.

Qin Ming said, "Alright, Xiao Cha, let's not bring this up again."

Regardless of whether Huang Luo's umbrella-wearing skills have become increasingly eloquent and his rhetoric has improved, his willingness to fight his opponents is genuine, and that is enough.

In fact, upon closer examination, it was indeed severely weakened, and the reason for the joke was simply to avoid making the atmosphere too heavy.

In this dense forest, experts from the Celestial Race, the Abyss Civilization, and the Totem Faction wanted to say: You guys have really gone too far.

This person with an umbrella acted as if no one else was around, showing no regard for them whatsoever; they were incredibly arrogant.

At this critical moment, filled with resentment... they decisively fled.

If you don’t run away now, when will you wait?

Unfortunately, they couldn't have their wish fulfilled.

Qin Ming and Huang Luogai rushed out, cutting off their way back.

Having washed away its "tattoos" and become handsome, the Emperor Umbrella, dragging its weakened body, released its last magical chain, which did not belong to it, to fight its opponent head-on.

Qin Ming helped it surround the enemy, not letting a single one escape, and allowed these people to attack Xiao Huang.

He couldn't even hold back and punched the yellow parasol twice, making the graceful figure on the parasol roll its eyes at him in annoyance.

The three Grandmasters who came to pursue him were all quite old, barely having broken through to the early stage of the fifth realm. To Qin Ming, they were hardly a threat.

Among them, the Abyss Horse was the most powerful. Its fists shone brightly, illuminating the night sky. In its selfless sacrifice, it broke the last dim magic chain for the Yellow Silk Umbrella, exerting a great deal of effort.

Qin Ming said, "If we hadn't lost the oxen, we would have both cattle and horses by now."

The battle ended quickly, with the three grandmasters and six late-stage fourth-realm experts all returning to the yellow canopy.

The third Dao Seed felt a chill in his heart. Seeing this situation, he knew that his fate would also be very bad.

Sure enough, the man covered in gold thread, like a giant golden rice dumpling, grinned at him and grabbed him.

Qin Ming said in a friendly tone, "Tell me, where have you seen this kind of technique on me before?"

"I don't know!" The third Dao Seed was completely uncooperative.

Qin Ming was very patient, guiding the conversation and engaging with him tirelessly, creating a continuous sense of resonance throughout the process.

The third seed initially suspected that this was a talkative person with an abnormal mental state, and he disdained to say anything more. However, this person grabbed him and kept talking endlessly, as if he had a serious illness.

Qin Ming patiently guided him, not needing him to reveal any secrets, as long as he had something on his mind and his emotions were stirred.

Ultimately, he got a general idea of ​​the situation.

The Parasitic Civilization once had a supreme expert who went out and targeted a rogue cultivator, but he returned empty-handed and died not long after returning to the mother nest.

It is said that the rogue cultivator had mastered this technique.

"The two were initially evenly matched, until later, when both their bodies were shattered, the rogue cultivator suddenly became covered in golden threads, mending himself, and then unleashed a deadly attack..."

Qin Ming pondered, "Does this kind of technique have a certain degree of passivity?"
But he discovered that he could now perform the skill normally.

"I'll give it another try after my rebirth is completely over and my injuries have fully healed."

Qin Ming was quite surprised that the top expert from the parasitic civilization had encountered an opponent who was actually a rogue cultivator.
Moreover, that was thousands of years ago.

The world of night fog is so vast that it's impossible to know where this vague past event took place.

Not long after, Qin Ming returned to Yinhan Gorge carrying the No. 3 Dao Seed, placed it on the ground, and made it a cup of tea for him.

"I forgot, you're a spirit. Never mind, just watch me drink."

The third Dao Seed, seeing his insincere demeanor, didn't want to speak.

Qin Ming's expression was gentle as he said, "Little San, we've become friends through a fight, so let's sit down and have a chat."

The third Dao Seed was covered in golden threads, its spirit bloodstains were everywhere, and its mouth was tightly closed.

Qin Ming said, "Even if the supreme camp remains stagnant, it will eventually decline. If we have a good exchange, perhaps we can spark a brilliant flame of scripture."

The third Dao Seed immediately knew what the other party wanted to do: to steal his scriptures for free.

He remained aloof throughout. Did you really think you could extract some secrets from him? Think again!

“I saw you once break down your consciousness into a large number of light particles, like stars appearing, or like glowing dandelion seeds, fluttering and dancing in the air…”

Upon hearing this, the third Dao Seed revealed a mocking expression. What was this person thinking? He was trying to extract the supreme and wondrous methods of their supreme civilization right from the start.

Qin Ming tried to talk to him patiently, but the other party was too impolite. Not only did he refuse to sit down and discuss philosophy with him, but he also put on airs and refused to say a single word.

He calmly said, "If you don't want to discuss martial arts, I'm also skilled in combat. Shall we spar again?"

Soon, the third Dao Seed was filled with murderous intent. He went from being a guest of honor to a punching bag, and in a single breath, he was slapped thirty-nine times.

He was helpless, unable to move, and couldn't even self-destruct.

"I'm also quite interested in your ingenious method of releasing spiritual light and constructing a cage of consciousness. Why don't we exchange ideas?"

The third Dao Seed was extremely indignant. He felt that this opponent was demonstrating to him in every way what a villain was, at least more "villainous" than him!
For example, Qin Ming found him a flesh and blood cultivation field—a piglet—stuffed him inside, and then roasted a suckling pig on the spot, commenting that there was a soul-stirring seasoning in the meat.

Afterwards, Qin Ming fed the pork to the dog.

"You have humiliated me time and time again. Aren't you afraid of bearing the heavy karmic consequences in the future?" The third Dao Seed was completely enraged.

As a seed of a parasitic civilization, although his corrupt "past" has been purified and he has become a new person, he is actually aware that he has another background and is related to an unparalleled powerhouse.

He said in a deep voice, "My status is beyond measure. Even if I die today, it doesn't matter. One day, I will make sure you suffer a great reckoning."

Unfazed by his threat, Qin Ming said, "Kneeling is forbidden? I don't believe it. I'll make you kneel down and call me father!"

Subsequently, the third Dao Seed was almost beyond furious. Even a villain with a blood debt who would destroy other Dao Temples at the drop of a hat felt that the person in front of him was more like the big villain.

His emotions fluctuated violently, his body seemed to crack countless times, and he suffered immense mental torment.

"The thread in the loving father's hand, the clothes on the wandering son's back..."

Qin Ming used countless gold needles to thread lines all over his body, fearing that he might not be able to withstand the stimulation and would explode on the spot if he used an unknown secret technique.

The third person felt a tightness in their chest, a surge of pent-up emotions like a raging river, and a feeling that they were about to explode.

However, Qin Ming showed no joy. During this process, he guided the dialogue and obtained some secret techniques after resonance, but he was unable to reach the other party's fundamental essence.

"There are restrictions!"

If he forces his way through, the seed of Dao will explode and burn to ashes.

The parasitic civilization is very careful in protecting its supreme scriptures, not wanting any outsiders to discover their secrets.

Parasitism, differentiation into countless dandelion-like seeds, etc., all belong to the forbidden realm.

Qin Ming observed some extraordinary Dharma forms, such as an angry Vajra holding a vajra, a banished immortal descending to earth, and unleashing a sword strike.

He frowned. These were not the fundamental laws of parasitic civilizations, but rather the methods used by the civilizations they had destroyed.

Moreover, the third Dao Seed did not practice the fundamental scriptures corresponding to those methods, but instead used the true scriptures of the parasitic civilization to activate these wonderful methods.

"You're ignorant and incompetent. You had the chance to practice, but you gave it up?" Qin Ming couldn't take it anymore and slapped him on the head.

The third Dao Seed couldn't hold back any longer and angrily retorted, "What's it to you!"

"You made me miss out on the true scriptures, how can you make up for it?" Qin Ming slapped him a few more times, scattering the men and even alerting Huang Luo, the umbrella-wielding official.

"Don't kill it!" Xiao Huang shouted.

Qin Ming had no choice but to patch up the Dao Seed to prevent it from being completely destroyed.

The third Dao Seed, facing death with unwavering resolve, felt it was better to die sooner and be free from suffering. He said, "You demon, villain, kill me!"

"I am compassionate and do not wish for your demise. I will guide you toward goodness and atone for your sins in the human world." Qin Ming continued to fleece him, leading him through mental exercises, causing his emotions to surge like waves.

“You are the greatest evil, how can you save others!” At first, the third Dao Seed wanted to remain silent and ignore him, but now he has completely broken his vow.

Subsequently, Qin Ming also acquired the Feather Transformation Seal, the Immortal Ascension Finger, and other extraordinary martial arts techniques, which were carefully selected and passed down by the parasitic civilization.

Unfortunately, there is still no corresponding fundamental scripture for these.

Qin Ming pondered that perhaps he could use the Chaos Force to activate it.

After all, the third Dao Seed can use the true scriptures of that race.

Qin Ming felt he had made a mistake; those true scriptures had all been lost in the river of history, and this parasitic seed of Tao clearly had the opportunity to comprehend and practice them.

He was furious and said, "You ignorant, empty-headed good-for-nothing, you have no skills, you are mediocre and incompetent, you love to laze around and are utterly useless. You are truly a good-for-nothing!"

The third Dao Seed was seething with rage. Not only had he been repeatedly beaten, but he was also verbally abused and subjected to all sorts of accusations. What kind of scoundrel was this? He had never encountered such an opponent before. Finally, after thoroughly humiliating him, Qin Ming tossed him to Huang Luo, who was covered by an umbrella.

"Xiao Cha, this is for you."

The alluring figure on the umbrella rolled her eyes, then transmitted her voice: "Don't forget what I'm best at. Imprisoning him in the umbrella as a foundation, when I return to my rightful place in the future, I might be able to analyze it and obtain the fundamental essence of this supreme civilization."

Qin Ming nodded. Although it was covered in dust and its brilliance had faded, it was indeed once a priceless treasure.

Under the cover of night, the Yinhan Gorge is covered with a dense and boundless primeval forest.

Qin Ming lay on the ground, waiting for his transformation to complete; his injuries were almost fully healed.

His entire body was wrapped in gold threads and covered in jade light, exuding a fresh and vibrant aura, as if the intention of longevity was spreading. Even the yellow silk umbrella couldn't help but move closer.

Qin Ming relaxed completely. After experiencing the changes within himself, his thoughts gradually calmed down as he began to recall the life-or-death battle that had taken place that day.

He believed that the Daoist of the Parasitic Civilization had been staying in the Cloud Peak for too long and had become too arrogant at first. If he had used his strongest methods and gone all out from the start, he would have been killed even if he had three lives.

"That might be a biased view. He couldn't act freely earlier because of the need to protect his flesh and blood cultivation field," he pondered.

Qin Ming reminded himself that he must never make this mistake again.

“The core saints of the Supreme Faction will be in extreme danger once they enter the fifth realm, and caution is required.”

Qin Ming reviewed the situation and realized that his self-destructive act of detonating the Supreme Purple Gold Pill, which blasted away his opponent and weakened their condition, was a crucial step in securing his own survival.

The most important turning point was when the third Dao Seed invaded his physical body, and three dormant strange lights exploded, blasting his opponent into pieces.

"I took this opportunity to return in spirit, and my physical body also joined the battle. The three of me attacked this person together, and we shattered his mental fragments many times, weakening him to his lowest point."

Otherwise, even if Qin Ming broke through to the eighth level of the Heart Lamp Realm, he might not be able to defeat this person.

This seed of the parasitic civilization is truly terrifying.

After reflecting on it, Qin Ming didn't want to go through it again.

"Today my physical body is shattered into dozens of pieces. So be it. I'll use this opportunity to try to correct my energy flow using the Destiny-Changing Scripture and make subtle adjustments."

He quickly entered a special state of mind.

Its shape resembles a fairy pupa spinning a cocoon, or a garment woven from the light of metamorphosis, enveloping itself in golden light and shimmering mist, with a fragrant aroma and rich vitality influencing the surrounding vegetation.

Nearby, the grass was lush and green, and the thorns shimmered with light, all seemingly imbued with a touch of spirituality.

It's unclear how much time passed before Qin Ming finally recovered. He opened his eyes, and the golden threads and jade light on his body dissipated like a thin mist in the wind.

He sat up and found that his flesh was translucent and glistening, all the terrible wounds had disappeared without scars, and it was even more translucent and shiny than before.

As for his shattered internal organs, broken bones and tendons, they have all been healed and are now even more resilient than before, shining brightly.

"Such a rebirth is truly wondrous!" Qin Ming felt the changes within himself. The increase in strength was secondary; he felt that his lifespan had definitely been extended.

Normally, even gods and immortals, no matter how hard they try, can only live for a little over two thousand years. No one can surpass them, and they will eventually decay and perish.

Even the Lord of Jade Capital and the strongest beings of parasitic civilizations, these more powerful figures, will eventually die of old age.

"If I were to be reborn at least once in each major realm, thus increasing my lifespan, could I eventually live for more than three thousand years? Or even four or five thousand years?"

Qin Ming was estimating his own lifespan as a celestial being.

The yellow parasol interrupted his reverie, saying, "You're overthinking it. All things have spirits and must die. Moreover, the lifespan of each realm is already predetermined."

Even a spirit like it cannot escape it, because it is also a "spirit".

Qin Ming smiled but didn't say much. He wanted to make a name for himself in this world for thousands of years through his actions.

When he is strong enough, he will definitely go to the deepest part of the Night Fog World to see what it is like.

After all, even the glowing giant footprints and the unicorn's toe only escaped from the deeper parts, which clearly indicates that there are many secrets in that area alone.

The Jade Capital, the Celestial Clan, and the Parasitic Civilization are located in areas that can only be considered the outer regions of the Night Fog World, and the Supreme Dojo is nothing more than some isolated islands in the shallow waters of the Night Fog Sea.

What is the outer area, and what is the depths of the foggy world? Naturally, it is divided by danger. The further you go in, the more mysterious, unpredictable, and unknown it becomes.

Qin Ming asked, "Little Huang, during your prime, at your most powerful, did you ever venture into the depths of the Night Fog World?"

"I don't remember," Huang Luo replied, a hazy figure appearing on the umbrella's surface, seemingly also gazing into the distance.

In fact, it inherited some fragments of the old era, saw some blurry images, and once took form during its most powerful period.

It seems to have explored far and wide, deep into the world of bloodshed and night fog, only to return empty-handed.

It was like a dream, or like a jumble of thoughts; it might not be real.

In fact, if a supreme treasure were to take human form, it would be an earth-shattering, extraordinary event.

Even so, it eventually fell into disrepair.

Qin Ming looked forward to it and said, "The future is still long. As we grow stronger, we can go and see other places. White Tiger, Dream Insects, God Race, Magic System... The supreme factions are vying for glory, and various civilizations stand side by side. I really want to see all the sights. At that time, I can also visit your hometown, the cultivation civilization world. When I soar to the heavens, I will definitely go deep into the Night Mist World to explore it thoroughly."

Huang Luo listened quietly without saying anything.

Soon after, Qin Ming stopped talking, gazing into the deep night, somewhat lost in thought. He felt it was better to be more down-to-earth. Celestial Immortals were still too far away, and even if some remained, they had long since decayed, seemingly having degenerated to the Great Perfection of Earth Immortals.

His body glowed, releasing countless golden threads, though not as smoothly as before.

"It's usable!" Qin Ming nodded. This trump card was good enough as long as it worked.

He muttered to himself, "Hmm, I feel like I'm in an amazing state after breaking through and being reborn. I really want to fight again and find someone to test my magic on."

Huang Luo, with his canopy over his shoulder, spoke leisurely: "I think there is another Dao Seed, whose origin is a differentiation from another, even more powerful being. Why don't you go and give it a try?"

"Never mind, I'm tired." Qin Ming shook his head.

He added, "Let's leave it for the future!"

The situation in this region is complex. The bloody battle between the supreme beings may not be over yet, and there are parasitic civilizations lurking in the abyss.

Qin Ming decided not to run around anymore and to behave himself, as he couldn't figure out what the situation was.

He used his standard armor to communicate with acquaintances nearby, subtly informing them not to trespass, as the blood-red forest across the way was extremely dangerous.

Pei Shuyan replied, "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. This area is quite safe, with 'One Sword Piercing Through Thirty-Six Heavens' patrolling around."

Princess Yao Ruoxian of the Great Yu said, "It's very peaceful here. Would you like to come over for some tea?"

An old master from Xinsheng Road said, "Although only a few hours have passed, I'm already craving master-level beef. Little Qin, would you like to come over for a drink?"

……

In more distant territories, people also contacted Qin Ming through the conch shell.

"Brother Ming, I heard that a relic of creation has appeared in the Crimson Forest."

Qin Ming also had a regular conch shell. Upon hearing Bai Meng's message, he immediately warned him not to get involved.

Bai Meng said, "Don't worry, I definitely won't wander around recklessly. I heard there's an arrogant and fierce guy here who went there alone, but he ran into an extraordinary saint and almost got killed there."

Qin Ming asked suspiciously, "Where did you hear that? Who broke through?"

"It was a warning from the highest level, without mentioning any names. I heard it was a terrible disaster; the earth cracked open, forests disappeared, and rocky mountains collapsed, even reaching underground..."

Qin Ming felt increasingly uneasy as he listened. Was Jin Bang using him as a negative example?
Bai Meng said, "This guy is really fierce. Although he was almost beaten to death, he seems to have killed his opponent in the end and returned safely. Brother Ming, who do you think this guy is? He seems to be very good at fighting, but also very good at courting death."

Qin Ming wanted to cross the river and teach this loose-tongued guy a lesson.

He felt he was being subtly implied; did they guess that it was his doing?
In the distance, Tang Yushang took the conch shell and said, "Could it be you?"

Bai Meng stammered, "Ah, no way... it's Brother Ming, isn't it?"

Subsequently, Qin Ming communicated with Meng Xinghai, feeling more at ease with the latter because he was in the rear.

"Little Qin, I've heard that the Crimson Forest is extremely dangerous. A tough guy from our area crossed over there and was almost killed..."

Qin Ming silently ended the call. Had this really become a negative example?

A moment later, Grandmaster Yu Gensheng sent a message: "Little Qin, the people from the Crimson Forest are definitely not you, right? You've always been quite steady, and I trust you completely."

Qin Ming didn't want to communicate with anyone anymore!
……

Deep within the Crimson Forest, Peng Daoren emerged from the "Relics of Creation," his body covered in blood. He staggered slightly, taking a few moments to catch his breath before recovering.

"Brother Peng, what happened to you? How could this be?" A middle-aged grandmaster from the Celestial Clan noticed him and immediately went to greet him.

Peng Daoren, dressed in a black and white Daoist robe, wiped the blood from his face. His eyes were deep and his tone was calm as he said, "I was inexplicably subjected to a blood trial. A mysterious creature tried to take my body, and it took me a lot of effort to kill it."

Beside him, the burly grandmaster was shocked and said, "What? It was so dangerous that you were injured?"

Peng Daoren nodded and said, "Yes, it is indeed a very powerful creature. It tried to parasitize my body and should be killed!"

The middle-aged grandmaster was somewhat uneasy and said, "This... is too dangerous, Brother Peng. Are we, who have just set foot in this area, also being targeted? Are we in danger of being parasitized?"

Peng Daoren glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, you should be fine."

The middle-aged master felt relieved when he heard him say that.

Peng Daoren said, "You are not qualified and cannot enter that blood-red trial ground."

"!" The middle-aged grandmaster was speechless. He was a grandmaster, in his prime, full of vigor and vitality, yet he was being slighted. How could the hierarchy of contempt be so ubiquitous in this world?

Peng Daoren shook his head and said, "If you're not a saint, you probably won't be able to get in. Moreover, even if you are qualified to enter, I don't recommend taking the risk. It's a place where victory and defeat are determined, and life and death are at stake. It's not worth it for a single true scripture."

Having said that, he looked down at the scroll of wondrous teachings in his hand.

The next day, Qin Ming's spirit and energy emanated from his body like a tangible flame, as if it were about to transform into a tangible dragon, soaring into the sky and breaking through the dark clouds.

Although he was in remarkably good condition, he had no intention of traveling and stayed obediently in Yinhan Gorge, after all, he had become a negative example.

Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong. A large number of birds were flying across the night sky, coming from the direction of the Crimson Forest.

Qin Ming's expression changed drastically, and he immediately took to the air.

At the same time, Pei Shuyan used his standard armor to transmit his voice: "Qin Ming, can you contact... Yi Jian? Enemy attack! A group of grandmasters are coming! Butterfly Daoist, the Five-Colored Beast, and others have all appeared."

His voice was urgent: "A grandmaster on the Immortal Path... has been blown up. Grandmasters on the border have all joined the battle. I don't know if I can survive."

"Qin Ming... save me!" The Fourth Princess of Dayu cried out for help. She had helped Qin Ming find a secluded cultivation place and watched him enter the Night Ruins. She knew that his true cultivation level was higher than the rumors outside, and she had some guesses about his situation.

"New Life Road... A Grandmaster has fallen in battle, contact Yi Jian immediately!" The transmission of the standard armor was chaotic because many people were using it.

Clad in golden armor, Qin Ming shattered the night mist, rode the gale, traversed the sky, and charged towards the territory ahead.

He roared, "The number one master in the world is here! Those who dare to invade, come and die!" His spiritual sound waves rolled like thunder, reverberating in the night sky, as he tried to lure his enemies to attack.

(End of this chapter)