Night without Borders

Chapter 556 Worried about Insufficiency, Breaking Through Again
The left side of Butterfly Daoist's face was a bloody mess, with bones shattered and bone fragments blown away by the sword light, leaving his cheek mutilated and covered in blood.

This sight shocked everyone!

The five-colored beast's scales glowed, and its massive body was already taut. It thought to itself: This newly acquainted Taoist priest is no good.

"This..." The hearts of the Celestial Clan members trembled slightly, somewhat unable to believe that the highly respected Butterfly Daoist had been severely injured, his blood splattering across the night sky.

No one expected that Butterfly Daoist had been pierced through and was bleeding profusely. If this continued, he might be killed by "one sword" in front of the two armies.

That nine-colored sword aura was terrifying. If it had deviated even slightly, it would have struck Butterfly Daoist's brow, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Well done!" Pei Shuyan, Zhuo Qingming, and the others couldn't help but shout. Having gotten a chance to catch their breath, they had already drawn their swords and spears.

Even some of the most prominent masters were greatly excited and cheered loudly.

Yao Ruoxian stared at "Yijian's" back with her bright eyes, comparing him to an acquaintance. From his physique to his aura, the two seemed incomparable.

Butterfly Daoist tensed up, his scalp tingling, and he teleported away, because an even more powerful crisis was approaching, more terrifying than the sword light.

In adversity, he was clear-headed and felt that if he couldn't avoid it, he would face the darkest hour.

Chi!
The nine-colored sword is dazzling, like a bridge connecting the other shore, spanning the sea of ​​suffering, capable of ferrying people across and quickly shortening the distance between the two places.

Butterfly Daoist was locked on and unable to escape the sword light. He selectively endured the attacks, blood constantly flying from his body as blood and bone were cleaved apart.

His body was radiant with light, and he tried to transform several times, but was suppressed by the sword light. Clearly, he was brewing a wonderful technique, and the runes and flames were raging.

He is transforming into a butterfly, ready to face off in a different form.

However, he was repeatedly pierced through, and his sanctification was abruptly interrupted.

Qin Ming's guess was correct. The other form of the Butterfly Daoist was even more powerful and possessed forbidden techniques. If it were to be unleashed, it would be extremely dangerous.

Nine-colored sword light slashed across the night sky, rising up accompanied by a poignant flash of blood.

Butterfly Daoist's expression changed. Even with his teleportation, he couldn't shake off his opponent. The golden threads hidden in the sword light, which were initially somewhat sluggish, were now becoming increasingly agile.

This time, he had already been deified, with his feathered robes fluttering, his hair shining, and even his shattered cheeks and pierced body had been restored.

However, the next moment, golden threads, hidden within the sword light, fiercely pierced through him, damaging his body and spirit, and causing him to freeze briefly.

In that instant, he was imprisoned and could barely move.

It's like a set of golden needles pinning down an ordinary insect.

Butterfly Daoist was decisive and took the initiative to transform into a feather, exploding himself to break free from the golden threads' restraints. In fact, he feared that even denser golden threads would pierce through him, at which point he would most likely be restrained.

He mastered the "Undying Silkworm Scripture," which granted him a certain degree of immortality, both in his physical body and spirit. His torn form and spirit were reassembled in the distance.

He disregarded the cost and sanctified himself.

At this moment, the Butterfly Daoist was bathed in the rain of light, and the image of the Demon Butterfly Dharma appeared, its physical body radiant, surrounded by the light of immortals.

Qin Ming rode his qi, his sword intent surging, the mottled colors reflecting the nine domains as he moved forward.

He concealed himself with the Nine-Colored Sword Aura, and countless golden threads spread forward, piercing through the rain of light.

Butterfly Daoist's expression changed drastically. Why couldn't he shake off his opponent? It seemed as if he was locked in by a special sticky force across the void.

Outsiders had not yet noticed anything amiss and mistakenly thought that Daoist Butterfly had stabilized the situation. However, once the Demon Butterfly Dharma Form appeared, the weather changed dramatically, the world lost its color, and sacred light rain engulfed the sky.

"Master Butterfly has actually been forced to this point. Is he going to use that combo attack to deliver a fatal blow?"

The other Grandmasters of the Celestial Clan communicated through telepathy, discussing their thoughts in secret, making it impossible for those in the opposing faction to hear, thus avoiding any unnecessary complications.

They knew that this was the Butterfly Daoist's second transformation. That forbidden domain had three levels, corresponding to: insect, butterfly, and immortal!

Once preparations are complete, the trinity will be unstoppable, capable of annihilating any obstacle in the same field, whether god or Buddha.

However, this forbidden technique is not easy to execute. It requires a certain amount of time to develop from an insect to a butterfly, and then to a vague fairy form. It cannot be unleashed immediately.

This time, the sword light was exceptionally dazzling, as if thousands of golden clouds were blooming, or as if a great sun was bursting forth, covering the area in countless strands.

Butterfly Daoist felt excruciating pain. The transformation into a divine being had begun, and the demonic butterfly avatar had appeared, but his body was still pierced through, leaving him covered in blood.

He was unable to step into the forbidden realm, and was unable to unleash the supreme technique of the unity of insect, butterfly, and immortal, as it was forcibly interrupted by someone.

Being repeatedly disturbed and suppressed was such a terrible experience that the Butterfly Daoist was vomiting blood, suffering damage to both his body and spirit.

Most importantly, he is now nailed there by the golden thread.

With a whoosh, the void trembled as Qin Ming swung his sword and slashed forward.

With a bang, Butterfly Daoist was instantly killed.

Moreover, this time the golden threads are even denser, aiming to penetrate every fragment of his spirit and completely destroy it.

Everyone held their breath; they all knew that the battle had reached a critical juncture.

The Butterfly Daoist's soul trembled with intense unease, as if he could see his own destruction. He knew he couldn't be left here, or even with his immortality, he would be worn down to death.

He was truly extraordinary to have reached such a height, and when he experienced a moment of spiritual enlightenment, he was suddenly horrified and realized that the problem was more serious than he had imagined.

"Offer my life, and escape!"

The Butterfly Taoist decisively cast a spell, and a glowing insect shadow appeared, taking the calamity in his place.

However, the insect's attempt to take its own life was ineffective, and it shattered in the blink of an eye.

He himself realized the problem; what should have been an extremely dazzling substance was now dull and lifeless, and he had recently used it.

"When did I prematurely use up a life?" Butterfly Daoist was puzzled; he himself did not know.

He cast his spell again, and a butterfly appeared. It was a mass of matter that illuminated the entire sky, full of spirituality. It was like a second Butterfly Daoist emerging, replacing the real body in its original position and taking the tribulation in his place.

Butterfly Daoist's true form disappeared from the spot and left the battlefield.

"This..." The Celestial Clan members were stunned. The Butterfly Daoist had actually fallen into a desperate situation and sacrificed his life to save himself?

They all knew that Daoist Butterfly had three more lives than ordinary people, coming from that forbidden realm, corresponding to: insect, butterfly, and immortal.

Not only did he fail to unleash his triple killing move, but he also had to kill the butterfly's life alone.
After today's crushing defeat, even if he regroups, he probably won't be able to unleash that trinity-based forbidden technique for a while.

Qin Ming tore the butterfly shadow apart and threw it to Huang Luo, who was covered with an umbrella.

"It's not a real soul!" Little Huang complained.

"Wait, I'll fight you again later!" In the distance, Butterfly Daoist looked back, filled with resentment and unwillingness to accept defeat. He made up his mind that he would come back to kill his enemy after he had already stepped into the Trinity realm in the Crimson Forest.

However, it's difficult to maintain that state for long, which is a big problem.

Qin Ming immediately gave chase. Although this opponent was severely injured by the sword aura, the fact that he survived under Qin Ming's sword light was enough to illustrate the point.

Moreover, the deification of the Butterfly Daoist clearly has further chapters to follow, and if left unchecked, he will likely be very difficult to deal with.

Qin Ming was unwilling to leave the problem for the future, so he immediately used his sword to pursue and kill the enemy.

"Hmm?" His heart sank as he noticed something amiss.

Butterfly Daoist turned around and stared at him, a faint blood-red light flashing deep in his eyes.

Is this person being parasitized?
Qin Ming felt a chill in his heart. The ability to parasitize the original owner without his knowledge or awareness was quite ingenious. Could it be that even the traces of their battle had been completely erased?

Butterfly Daoist vanished in a flash, having activated the teleportation talisman, disappearing into the Crimson Forest and returning to his own territory.

Qin Ming was somewhat wary and had no intention of crossing over into another field.

He searched for other opponents; where had the five-colored beast gone?

Qin Ming scanned the area but couldn't find it anywhere.

A master revealed, "That totem beast ran away without looking back even before Butterfly Daoist was defeated!"

Qin Ming frowned. Earlier, this five-colored giant beast was full of lofty sentiments and righteous words, but when it came to the crucial moment, it ran away faster than anyone else!
Moreover, some of the grandmasters from the opposing camp have also disappeared.

"kill!"

Without Qin Ming giving any instructions, the experts from Yujing rushed forward together, chasing down the people from the Celestial Clan, the Abyss, and the Totem faction.

The moment Butterfly Daoist showed signs of defeat, the people on the other side began to retreat, but they were far less astute than a small group of grandmasters.

Qin Ming really wanted to kill that five-colored beast, but unfortunately it was the most cunning one, fleeing before everyone else.

With the arrival of "One Sword," the situation in this region was completely changed; it was an absolute massacre.

Pei Shuyan, Zhuo Qingming, and Yao Ruoxian, despite their severe injuries, captured a group of people, and those in the fourth realm surrendered without a fight.

The main problem was the sudden appearance of a grandmaster, which suppressed them so much that they couldn't move and their psychological defenses collapsed.

"You dare to resist?"

The Celestial Race and the Abyss Civilization also had some stubborn fourth-realm experts who refused to surrender even unto death, only to be crushed in the end.

Yao Ruoxian, Pei Shuyan, Zhuo Qingming and others originally thought that they were in grave danger today, but they did not expect that they would launch a major counterattack and reap the rewards of their fleeing opponents.

Qin Ming was also involved in the pursuit, gathering resources for Huang Luo's umbrella and collecting super rare blood for himself.

Some of the Grandmasters on Yujing's side were eager for revenge and launched a frenzied attack. In addition, the top few Grandmasters on the other side had fled in advance, so the fierce battle did not last long before it came to an end.

Spears were stuck in the broken mountain, the shattered earth was stained with blood, and the dense primeval forest was burning. Although the group had defeated the invaders, there was little joy in their faces.

In any major battle, people inevitably die.

Many of his fellow disciples, as well as his elders, perished in this devastated mountain forest.

Even some grandmasters were deeply saddened by the deaths of their close friends in battle.

Many of the younger generation were in tears, as some of their friends had already become corpses.

An old master from Xinsheng Road, holding a mangled body, said, "Old Wu, alas, you have left me before me. We had agreed to compete to see who could live longer, but your life ended so prematurely." His expression was somewhat desolate, without showing any grief, but his cloudy old eyes and low voice indicated that he was not in a good mood.

The older generation has seen all kinds of hardships and weathered many storms. Even if they are saddened, they are very reserved and will only whisper, without shedding any tears.

They witnessed too much joy and sorrow in their lives.

The other two old masters from Xinsheng Road also came over, carrying blood-stained broken armor in their hands. Their expressions were numb, their eyes were dim, and they sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Old Chen's body was never found; only fragments of his blood-stained armor remained."

They were talking about another master from the Road of New Life, whose body and soul had vanished, and not even his remains could be found.

The three surviving grandmasters sat there motionless for a long time. Only after a considerable period of time did someone sigh, "The number of old brothers is decreasing year by year, which is quite desolate."

"Old Wu still has some fragmented consciousness. Let's wake him up in a bit and ask him if he has any unfulfilled wishes."

The old master, speaking with a slightly trembling hand, reached out and gently touched the bloodstained remains of the mutilated body, which consisted of only half a head and a small section of the chest cavity.

In the distance, there were sounds of weeping and sighing; the atmosphere was heavy.

Near the area of ​​Yinhan Gorge, there are several battlefields, and masters have died on every road. Even masters from the top-tier Daoist lineages in the heavens could not escape their fate.

Qin Ming approached as "One Sword" and saw from a distance three old masters sitting forlornly on the ground, guarding a mutilated body and a pile of broken armor.

He felt a lump in his throat and recognized them. When the Earth Bull Grandmaster of the Abyss Civilization attacked Yinhan Gorge, these old grandmasters had rushed to its aid. On the way, they even sacrificed their physical bodies and traveled in spirit to desperately save Qin Ming.

In the blink of an eye, only three of the five grandmasters remained.

Although he knew that war would inevitably result in death, Qin Ming still felt very sad. These old men were such good people, but now they were heartbroken and covered in wounds.

Suddenly, Qin Ming had a sudden realization and said, "This senior still has fragments of his spiritual consciousness. Where did you find the remains? Perhaps we can still save him."

An old master shook his head and said, "His consciousness is shattered, and little remains. Moreover, it is entangled with the opponent's destructive Daoist aura, which cannot be separated from him. He cannot be saved."

"Let me give it a try," Qin Ming said.

"One Sword, are you... confident?" A fiery light suddenly appeared in the dim eyes of an old master.

Qin Ming said, "I will do my best!"

He picked up the mutilated body and followed the three old masters to a place near a collapsed mountain. Resonating with this place, he immediately felt that beneath the cracks in the earth and among the broken peaks, there were still some silent fragments of spirit.

Qin Ming concealed himself with the Nine-Colored Sword Aura, revealing some of the longevity characteristics he had cultivated in the Silk Calligraphy. Golden threads, like silk threads, disappeared into the ground, pierced through the mountain, and began to guide those fragments of spirit.

Not only that, he was also erasing those harmful Daoist principles and secretly patching them up.

Then, he exerted even more force, using the sword light to conceal the sticky force and draw some blood and bone fragments back.

In fact, the most important thing is that those dim fragments of consciousness, after being stitched together by Qin Ming, have been able to condense into a ball of light of consciousness.

As for the physical body, a Grandmaster at the Fifth Realm can regenerate severed limbs. If consciousness can be fully restored, the physical body should be able to grow back completely after a year or two of recuperation.

"Old Wu, can it really be revived?" The three old masters beside him were shocked, then overjoyed, and tears almost rolled down their cheeks.

“And Old Chen!” a grandmaster said hopefully.

Unfortunately, the fragments of Old Chen's consciousness that Qin Ming tried to capture were too scattered. Even when they were pieced together, there were only a few fragments left, which were far from enough to restore the light of consciousness.

Having saved the life of a venerable master of the path to rebirth, Qin Ming felt a little better, his chest tightness eased.

He travels around this area and is always willing to lend a helping hand.

Qin Ming gazed at the blood-red forest with a solemn expression. Even someone like Butterfly Daoist had been parasitized there, which showed just how serious the problem was.

He felt the pressure. After all, Butterfly Daoist was very strong and had other forms that he hadn't shown yet. He had forcibly interrupted the spellcasting today, otherwise he would have had to fight him in a bloodbath.

"The Butterfly Daoist was parasitized. What level of Dao Seed could have done this?" Qin Ming suspected that the blood-red monster had likely helped him, which was why the parasitism had gone so smoothly.

Otherwise, a master like Butterfly Daoist wouldn't have been defeated so easily, and he wouldn't have been unaware of being parasitized.

If the Celestial Race and the Abyss Civilization knew that their home had been "stolen" and their important disciples had been parasitized, wouldn't they go crazy? Qin Ming believed that this region was about to descend into chaos.

He felt that Jinbang was too patient and too reserved, and had not yet revealed anything, as if he was afraid that the hatred in the Blood Forest was not deep enough.

Meanwhile, news also spread from other regions that the invaders from the Crimson Forest had been repelled one after another.

"Peng Daoren has disappeared, and two of the Abyss Kings have also vanished. The Celestial Clan and the Abyss Civilization suspect that it was done by the Jade Capital, so they have launched an attack to investigate?"

Qin Ming frowned. The disappearance of these core disciples had caused such a huge mess.

At this moment, he sat down in the forest and pondered carefully. He had been fighting with Daoist Butterfly for quite some time, yet he had not been able to defeat him directly.

Moreover, he already knew from the prisoners that the opponent had three forms: insect, butterfly, and immortal, and could unleash forbidden techniques.

In addition, a mysterious Dao seed is parasitizing within the body of the Butterfly Daoist.

Qin Ming frowned, feeling uncertain. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this insect was extremely dangerous.

He felt the pressure. The current situation was unclear, and he worried that his level of skill was not high enough and his strength was somewhat insufficient.

For a moment, Qin Ming felt unusually insecure and desperately wanted to break through the barrier again to deal with the complex and dangerous situation.

"Master Butterfly should be a saint, a grandmaster..."

This made him think of the mysterious and unpredictable enemy within the Jade Capital region, the true master behind the Mind Monkey. If he was also at the Grandmaster level, then he was in some danger.

To others, "One sword pierces through thirty-six heavens" is an extraordinary feat, but Qin Ming himself harbors a sense of unease, believing that his cultivation is insufficient.

"There are too many monsters and demons in this area. I... am not strong enough." He wanted to climb to the next level as soon as possible.

If any of his peers were here, they would be astonished to hear such heartfelt words.

Qin Ming found a secluded place, activated the Snail Wall, and tried to contact the Golden List. He was eager to change his "weak" situation.

Not long after, he actually made contact.

Qin Ming asked tactfully if he could exchange his merit points for items in advance.
Jinbang responded: "The battle is tense, and a huge wave could crash down at any time. Various rare and ancient medicines cannot be fully opened to the public yet; they are reserved for those who need them to save lives."

Qin Ming felt regretful upon hearing this.

Jinbang asked, "Didn't you want to exchange for exotic metals to forge a longsword or a hammer? Why did you change your mind?"

Qin Ming perked up and asked, "Have I accumulated enough merit points?"

Jinbang calmly replied, "You're still far from it. Can the Grandmasters you've killed all be compared to a single Earth Immortal? And some older figures have single-handedly killed several Immortals; they also want rare treasures."

Qin Ming was lost in thought. How could he possibly compete with the most powerful old monsters like the Dog Sword Immortal, Zhuo Kun, the Sage, and the Seven-Day Stacker?
Jinbang said, "Otherwise, what do you think? In wars against other countries, what matters is the merit of killing enemies. Well, if you kill a special grandmaster, such as a saint who can become a top expert in the future, you will get a bonus when calculating your merit, but it won't be as big as you imagine. After all, they killed a 'True Seventh Realm' expert, while you only killed a potential expert in the literal sense. The future is too far away, and no one can say for sure what will happen. Some saints may not live that long."

It then asked, "What would you like to redeem in advance?"

Qin Ming said, "The precious medicine to break through the barrier."

Jinbang said, "Although medicinal herbs, a scarce resource during wartime, should not be fully opened up, your outstanding performance makes it worth considering."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming immediately perked up. He had given up hope, but unexpectedly, Old Jin relented at the last moment.

"You really need it?" Jinbang knew that he had just broken through to the next level not long ago, and instead of consolidating his strength, he wanted to continuously improve himself.

"I'm too weak." Qin Ming had just opened his mouth when Jin Bang tried to materialize and come over to beat him up.

Jinbang warned: "Speak normally in front of me!"

Qin Ming responded seriously: "To be honest, when I encounter a Grandmaster-level Saint or a Dao Seed of a Parasitic Civilization, I feel uncertain and lack a sense of security."

Jinbang asked, "Are you very wary of your opponents?"

Qin Ming nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, I belong to the realm school. I hope to improve my cultivation to a high enough level so that I can be fearless in the face of the current complex situation and the opponents from various factions."

Jinbang asked, "Are you sure you want to exchange for the potion, and not for the exotic gold, right?"

“That’s right!” Qin Ming nodded.

Now, he must focus on improving himself. Weapons are just icing on the cake. If all else fails, he still has Xiao Huang and Xiao Cha, who can be of great use.

Jinbang didn't even know how to evaluate him. How could such a top genius say that he was weak?

It tells you: "Wait for me at Yinhan Gorge."

"Okay!" Qin Ming said with anticipation.

At the same time, he asked Jinbang about the parasitic civilization, when this powder keg would be ignited.
Jinbang said, "It will happen soon. When they become insatiable and begin to infiltrate the higher levels of the Celestial Clan and the Abyss Civilization, it will naturally erupt."

In the underground abyss, at the site of the fallen Supreme Dojo, there is indeed a super teleportation array; the parasitic civilization has prepared an escape route.

Outside the Crimson Forest, Peng Daoren felt a wave of fear. If he hadn't possessed a special liquid weapon, he might have already met with certain death.

An elder from the Celestial Clan had red eyes and approached him. In an instant, he activated his dazzling armor and traversed the heavens.

He realized there was something wrong with the trial grounds. He had managed to kill a blood-red monster with a special weapon, otherwise it would have been very dangerous.

When he left that area, he wanted to report to the higher-ups, but... he was actually targeted by a famous figure among the elders of the Celestial Clan.

Now, Peng Daoren dared not go back; he was somewhat distrustful of his own people.

At the same time, Butterfly Daoist and Thousand Winged Cicada came together, looked at each other, and a faint blush flashed in the depths of their eyes.

The Butterfly Daoist was furious. He planned to adjust himself to his strongest state and then use a forbidden technique to hunt "One Sword" again. He hoped that the Thousand-Winged Cicada could help him hold the line and deal with any unexpected situations.

Qianyi Chan said, "It would be best to call on the Sun Worm as well. If all three of our top experts arrive together, we can sweep through that area."

"Well, I'll heal my injuries and replenish my vital energy first," said Daoist Butterfly, exhaling a breath of turbid air.

Above the Yinhan Gorge, a faint golden glow pierced the night sky.

Qin Ming was thrilled; his precious medicine had been delivered!
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