Night without Borders

Chapter 587 Previous Version God

In the darkness, Qin Ming, his robes billowing with clouds, stood suspended in mid-air, gazing at the horizon.

The white-haired figure hanging on his thigh asked, "Brother Ming, what's wrong?"

“An opponent is coming,” he responded, and began to make the necessary preparations.

The four pendants all looked tense.

"Could it be that a powerhouse nearing the Grandmaster level is coming?" Pei Gong's expression was solemn. He believed that Qin Ming's combat strength was terrifying and that the invading enemy should be overestimated, which was why he made such a guess.

Qin Ming slowly landed on the lush mountain peak. Tang Yushang, who was holding his arm, and Bai Meng and the others who were hugging his legs, all consciously let go.

Golden threads, like fine rain, wove densely in the night sky, peeling away from Pei Shuyan and Cheng Sheng and returning to Qin Ming's body, as he aimed to maintain his peak condition.

Losing such protection, Pei Gong and Cheng Sheng were both somewhat bewildered. Then, their primal instincts overcame their reason, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, they were far from their "territory," as if some terrible "biotin" was driving them to want to go back immediately.

This is the eerie aspect of the Barbarian Immortal Realm; it makes people lose their way and force them to take root in one place.

"It's going to get out of control!" Bai Meng said.

Tang Yushang acted decisively, taking out the Mountain and River Seal and smashing it onto the back of Pei Gong's head with a bang, causing his eyes to roll back and his consciousness to fall into the deepest level of unconsciousness.

She gestured to Bai Meng and said, "Aren't you going to make a move?"

With his own sister setting an example, what else could Bai Meng hesitate about? He took out a short spear and used it as a bludgeon to attack Cheng Sheng.

"You can't...." Cheng Sheng still had some sense and tried to struggle and dodge, but he suffered even more. He was first hit with the Mountain and River Seal, and then hit with a stick, suffering a mixed doubles attack.

With a sorrowful expression, his eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness.

"You won't... make us lose control too, will you?" Tang Yushang was really scared. Thinking about her experiences as a mountain bandit leader, her face still burned.

"No." Qin Ming shook his head. He didn't need to withdraw the golden threads residing in the two people's bodies, and he himself wouldn't have any major problems.

Moreover, there are three bodies that can be used in the rag.

"You should stay away from here," Qin Ming said.

As he spoke, he released two valiant and righteous terracotta warriors, and had them change their clothes and appearance to replace him and travel with the four of them.

In this way, the five-member group is still together, so it won't arouse suspicion.

Qin Ming himself is also changing, donning a blue robe and becoming a grandmaster—a kind and compassionate light of the righteous path.

He made no attempt to conceal it, and his masterly aura naturally emanated from him.

Bai Meng stared in disbelief, then gasped in the night mist, his heart pounding with excitement. Was this Ming-ge's true state? He had indeed stepped into the Grandmaster realm.

But facing him like this, why did it feel like being stared at by a savage giant elephant? Its powerful aura was oppressive, making Bai Meng tremble slightly.

Tang Yushang knew that there must be a great enemy in the distance, otherwise Qin Ming would not be so serious.

Bai Meng realized this as well and then advised, "Brother Ming, why don't we retreat first?"

Qin Ming raised his eyes, his tone calm, and said, "I have cultivated diligently for many years to become a grandmaster. If I cannot even express my true feelings, what use is this cultivation?"

Bai Meng stared in disbelief. This was Qin... Wanqiu, reaching an even higher level.

Qin Ming said, "Don't worry, if I know it's impossible, I will never take the risk."

There is another important reason why he accepted the challenge.

He had already guessed that the person who had obtained the secret of the Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe with Xie Jinglan was Huang Zhaoting.

Xie Jinglan's share came from the axe handle that had turned to ashes.

Although Qin Ming possessed the method of resonance and had gained a great deal from Xie Jinglan, he believed that the imprint left on the axe handle, or even the emotions, might be incomplete.

Today, he wants to make up for it!
Huang Zhaoting obtained some axe fragments, which far exceeded the ashes of the axe handle.

If Qin Ming were to touch the physical object, he might be able to resonate with the complete inner vision of the Heaven-Opening Axe.

Now that he's encountered this opportunity, he doesn't want to miss it.

Tang Yushang could sense that Qin Ming valued that opponent quite a bit, and asked, "Is the person who came very terrifying?"

Qin Ming nodded and said, "I reckon he's the leader in the eyes of the previous generation."

Within the Yujing system, becoming a grandmaster in one's early thirties is undoubtedly revered as an unparalleled genius, a rare find in the world.

Even if one becomes a grandmaster at the age of forty, it is enough to shake the old mountains in the heavens, and one will be regarded as a person of extraordinary talent, attracting the attention of all.

Therefore, judging solely from the perspective of top-level masters, Huang Zhaoting, in his eighties, was exactly the god of the previous generation.

Tang Yushang knew Qin Ming's personality well and knew that she couldn't persuade him at the moment.

"Be careful!" She didn't waste any more time.

The two terracotta warriors replaced Qin Ming, and after mentioning Pei Gong and Cheng Sheng, the group of five quickly left the place.

On a distant mountain ridge, Bai Meng rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, and said, "Let's find a safe place to watch the battle and see just how strong Brother Ming really is now."

"Retreat!" the two terracotta warriors said, indicating that they were no longer in a safe zone.

Qin Ming stood atop the peak, with a waterfall cascading thousands of meters below him, its roar deafening. The water vapor, reflected in the nearby fiery spring, rose and swirled like ethereal mist.

He gazed at the horizon and sensed that his opponent was approaching. The distance of several hundred miles was nothing to the previous version of the god.

A ray of divine light, dazzlingly brilliant, like a divine rainbow shooting towards the moon, piercing through the sky.

Along the way, experts from all directions were alarmed and deeply shocked.

In particular, the discovery of who was traveling caused a huge uproar.

In an instant, this desolate land was filled with turmoil, as experts from all walks of life rushed down to follow, and many were filled with excitement.

Currently, people do not know who "Zheng Guang" is.

However, Huang Zhaoting's fame is too great. Decades ago, he looked down on the geniuses of his time. After his re-emergence, he has attracted attention from all sides.

"Grandfather, is he really that amazing?" On the way, a young man asked his grandfather, feeling that the old man was being too excited, his eyes shining like little suns. He grabbed the old man and ran as fast as he could, just to get there in time to watch the battle.

The old man said, "Each version has its own god, it's normal that you don't understand. If he hadn't suddenly retired to practice the Heaven-Opening Axe, he would probably still be at the height of his power. I want to see just how strong he is now after decades of dormancy."

The young man said, "I think if he were to return to his youth, he would be no match for Yijian, nor even for the Realm Sect."

"Are you asking for a beating?" the old man glared at him.

“Grandfather, the era you lived through has finally passed. I think you are so excited because hearing this person reminded you of your youth, and the scene brought back memories of some people who have passed away, including your beloved. I will tell Grandmother later.”

"You're such a drama queen, what are you thinking!" The old man poked his forehead, warning him not to talk nonsense.

In the night sky, even a female grandmaster was somewhat lost in thought, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "Zhaoting, you have finally... appeared again."

It's easy to imagine Huang Zhaoting's influence back then!

The female grandmaster traveled at breakneck speed, chasing after the departing streak of light. She became a grandmaster at the age of fifty, making her a top-tier genius.

Even someone as powerful as her is experiencing emotional turmoil. After decades apart, seeing each other again after so many years apart, she finds it hard to contain herself.

During the journey, a young man asked, "Second Uncle, is Huang Zhaoting really that influential? I just saw several grandmasters get very excited and eagerly chase after him."

A man with a few gray hairs at his temples nodded and said, "Yes, he once shook all the old mountains in the heavens."

The young man further inquired, "Was he the number one person of his time?"

"This……"

……

Huang Zhaoting traveled like a comet striking the moon, his violent journey causing the night fog to burst open and the thick clouds to be plowed away.

He appeared in Qin Ming's field of vision like a blood-red sun.

He was tall, with eyebrows like two sharp swords that slanted into his temples, bright and piercing eyes, and a high, slightly hooked nose. Just standing there, he was somewhat intimidating.

Huang Zhaoting had stopped and was standing on the horizon, not making a move immediately.

At this level, the former arrogance and domineering spirit have long since vanished like morning dew. Polished by time, the spirit of the previous generation has become calm and profound.

When Huang Zhaoting saw that the other party was waiting there alone, he did not rush to make a move, but waited for the Huang family's Grandmaster and others to arrive after hearing the news.

This is not out of fear, but rather out of consideration for the family, emphasizing stability, and acting with a measured approach.

Qin Ming tiptoed through the air, rising slowly from the mountain and pressing forward. Now that he had found his opponent, he didn't want to waste any more time.

"Is it really you, that evil master?" Huang Zhaoting asked.

He had already seen the portrait. Although the face of the person in question was blurry, the clothing matched perfectly, and the demeanor was something that no ordinary person could imitate.

“Indeed!” Qin Ming replied.

In his youth, Huang Zhaoting was an incredibly assertive person. Now that he saw his opponent take the initiative, he no longer waited.

From him, a thunderous roar erupted, and his blood energy surged to the heavens. He was like an ancient god or demon, crossing the river of time and stepping into the present world.

Its powerful blood energy dispersed the clouds, and its full head of black hair moved without wind, fluttering backward.

His eyes were like two bolts of lightning, piercing the night sky and projecting over with an aggressive aura, as if to distort the entire void.

At this moment, all was silent.

Those who rushed to the scene felt suffocated, overwhelmed by the overwhelming aura, as if they were facing an abyss or a god.

After Huang Zhaoting stopped restraining himself, he seemed to stand in a blood-red sun, the crimson light tearing through the sky, and the entire night sky was illuminated by his light.

Furthermore, he launched his attack before Qin Ming could even make a move.

Night turned into day, but it was stained with blood!

Above Huang Zhaoting's head, a heaven-cleaving axe stood suspended, not from its own cleaving, but reflecting a bloody light, one after another, densely packed, like a shower of stars.

Between heaven and earth, countless blood-red stars seemed to sweep towards Qin Ming, vast and boundless. The Huang family's unparalleled genius unleashed a powerful attack right from the start.

Upon closer inspection, they were countless battle axes, all formed from condensed blood-red light, now roaring like a dense mass of meteors, stretching endlessly.

Anyone who witnessed this scene felt their scalp tingle.

In the distance, an elder exclaimed in amazement, "As expected of Huang Zhaoting, his charisma far surpasses that of his younger days!"

Those who arrived later, standing on the horizon, were already dizzy and their scalps tingled as they watched the endless blood axes slashing across the vast sky and earth, utterly shocked.

How can we block it now?
Even a grandmaster felt a chill run down his spine, realizing he was no match for it. If he were to fall into its clutches, he would surely be cleaved into a shower of blood and shattered bones.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the scene.

With a wave of his sleeve, Qin Ming unleashed countless pure Yang sword auras, thousands upon thousands of them, cascading forward, each sword aura trailing a long, shimmering tail.

The night was pierced through, and the sword light, like a rainbow, wove together into a net, ploughing through every inch of the void.

The two sides went head-to-head from the start, exchanging blows with no reservations and launching a fierce attack.

The clanging sounds echoed throughout the heavens and earth, the piercing sword cries and the howling of blood axes mingling together, making the entire night sky seem as if it had been shattered.

Each sword strike cleaved a blood axe, detonating under the night sky, unleashing bursts of beams of light imbued with runes and Daoist energy.

The clouds and night fog burst open, dispersing completely, leaving only radiant light, as if purifying the eternal darkness.

At this moment, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and at the same time, they marveled at how powerful the mysterious figure, Zheng Guang, was; he had actually blocked everything.

"Truly a master of his generation!" someone couldn't help but whisper.

In the night sky, dazzlingly bright, the sword demon and the blood axe collided, causing a tremendous explosion.

Soon, a black gale surged, scattering everything and restoring the night sky to its original state of emptiness and silence.

Being passive was never an option for Qin Ming; he always took the initiative to attack.

As his feathered robes fluttered, he pointed forward with his right hand, and with a deafening roar, the entire sky trembled violently and resounded incessantly. He had conjured a giant bell out of thin air.

The golden bell, radiating countless rays of light and as massive as a mountain peak, abruptly descended upon Huang Zhaoting's head.

Now, Qin Ming has integrated the three systems into one, and can use the methods of each path at will, and can combine them ingeniously at will.

This great bell is imbued with immortal patterns, capable of calming one's mind; its surging waves can even erode the pure Yang consciousness of a powerful being.

Huang Zhaoting was covered underneath, and his body stiffened slightly.

"The Soul-Stabilizing Bell!"

"What terrifying methods! Others need all sorts of rare and precious materials to forge such legendary weapons, but he can directly materialize them with pure Yang consciousness."

The first spectators to arrive were all experts, but now they were all stunned and felt terrified.

Qin Ming pointed out a large bell that seemed to stabilize the soul, enveloping the unparalleled genius of the Huang family.

"clang!"

The great bell roared, its waves like celestial swords, threatening to sever Huang Zhaoting's soul.

Initially, he was indeed affected, but as the crimson sun outside his body erupted with runes and divine light swept in all directions, he withstood the Soul-Slaying Bell Wave.

Moreover, above his head, a giant axe appeared, and with a loud boom, it seemed to slice through the void.

In the end, the bell was cleaved in two by the Heaven-Opening Axe. Huang Zhaoting stepped out of that area with a powerful stride, his eyes cold and fixed on his opponent in the night mist.

He already understood that he had met a formidable opponent; a true expert could tell a lot from a single move.

Qin Ming stood tall in the sky, his sleeves fluttering in the gale. He stretched out his right hand and slammed it down in front of him!

At this moment, he used the purest Hunyuan energy to condense a huge palm that covered the night sky in front of him, as if a corner of the sky had fallen.

On the giant hand, the textures were clear, and the fingerprints resembled winding river channels. What flowed within them was not river water, but the essence of Tao, spreading down from the sky and covering the earth.

"I...!" In the distance, Bai Meng was completely stunned by what he saw. Was this still the Ming Ge he knew? Had his attack been this terrifying?

He felt as if he were looking up at a giant dragon.
He realized that everything was different after becoming a Grandmaster; Ming Ge had transcended all others.

Not to mention him, even the grandmasters from afar felt a chill run down their spines upon witnessing this scene, and had a sudden realization: even in the same realm, people are not the same.

This single palm strike was enough to annihilate a grandmaster's life.

Huang Zhaoting lived up to his reputation as the god of the previous generation. He stood in the crimson sun, his body bursting forth with dense divine light, like chains of order, piercing through the sky, wrapping around that giant hand, and trying to tear it apart.

All the grandmasters realized that this was a battle of unparalleled geniuses, and they had no way to interfere.

As a terrifying roar of Daoist energy resounded in the night sky, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, the entire pitch-black sky was suddenly torn apart.

There, runes appeared and disappeared, the Daoist aura was overwhelming, a giant hand swept across the sky amidst the rain of light, and blood-red divine chains intertwined, a vast expanse of terror.

After a short while, the sky returned to tranquility.

Huang Zhaoting stood motionless in the night sky, and a strange scene appeared around him, as if a blood-red twilight had arrived, with the crimson color staining the heavens and the earth.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that in the far distance behind it, there appears to be a sea of ​​blood.

Beside him, a powerful, ancient tree took root, its branches and leaves flourishing. The leaves rustled as they collided, like pages turning in a sutra, producing a chanting sound.

Huang Zhaoting stood before the sea of ​​blood, beneath the Dao tree, his own being sacred and flawless, like a god or demon who had crossed the sea of ​​blood from the other shore and arrived in the present world. He was otherworldly, clear and serene, yet also incredibly eerie. His aura inspired awe and fear from the depths of his soul.

In the sea of ​​blood behind them, a heaven-splitting axe floats and sinks.

A master over two hundred years old sighed, "His pure Yang has form, and his Great Dao has fruition. He is demonstrating his own path, and the younger generation is truly awe-inspiring!"

Another master said, "He is following the ancient path of immortals, advancing on both the divine and immortal paths simultaneously, using pure yang blood and qi to repair the axe-shaped body. This is quite terrifying."

Without a doubt, Huang Zhaoting sensed the difficulty and terror of his opponent, who was serious and gathering strength to unleash a forbidden technique.

On the distant mountain ridge, Bai Meng heard the whispers of some people, feeling as if in a dream. It seemed that Ming Ge's opponent had... a very powerful background.

"He really is... one of the leading figures of the previous generation?" Tang Yushang was also shocked.

Soon, she learned more information from Bai Meng.

Because a large group of cultivators from nearby areas had arrived, just to witness a fierce battle.

Bai Meng said, "Hmm, Huang Zhaoting, like that war beast, is a slightly problematic version of the previous generation of gods?"

While everyone was discussing it, a massive, earth-shattering battle had already broken out in the night sky.

In such a bloody battle, who would give their opponent time to build up their strength?
In an instant, a sea of ​​blood surged in the night sky, a giant axe swept across the sky, and fist light and finger imprints intertwined to form afterimages as the two powerful figures engaged in a peak duel.

A clear tsunami roared out. Huang Zhaoting, with his black hair flowing down his back and his sword-like eyebrows reaching his temples, stood tall, looking like a god descending to earth. With a roar, the mountains below shook, and even cliffs collapsed and fell with a crash.

Within the sea of ​​blood, pure yang blood energy, shaped like an axe and swirling with dazzling light, soared into the sky and slashed towards its opponent.

This time, it wasn't a flash of axe light that shot out; instead, the giant axe itself flew out to cleave and kill the powerful opponent.

Qin Ming was enveloped in a shower of light, his hands moving in unison as if turning a divine wheel. Instantly, a black and white yin-yang diagram appeared between his hands.

It is not a thin image, but a very thick one, like a black and white millstone spinning.

Moreover, within it, the power of the five elements flows, and the light of thunder and fire surges.

Qin Ming activated the Nine-Colored Sword Aura, gathering the techniques of the nine extreme domains of Yin Yang, Five Elements, Wind, and Thunder, and condensing them together.

Furthermore, he used gold thread to comb through the nine domains, so that they were no longer isolated from each other, but connected and perfectly integrated.

When the Heaven-Opening Axe came crashing down, people saw that Qin Ming seemed to be fighting it bare-handed.

"clang!"

Huang Zhaoting's trump card—the Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe—was directly blocked by Qin Ming.

"What is he doing? Using his own flesh and blood, he's slashing back at that giant axe!"

Everyone was stunned, feeling incredulous.

Qin Ming clasped his hands together and clamped the giant axe between them.

His two hands slowly rotated, like a pair of millstones grinding grain, and a cracking sound came from between his palms as the huge axe blade cracked.

How could this be? Many people were stunned.

"Holding black and white light in his hands, he is reversing yin and yang!" Finally, a grandmaster discovered part of the truth.

In fact, Qin Ming's hands, which appeared to be turning black and white millstones, were actually resonating with nine extreme domains, their golden threads intertwining, tearing the giant axe apart.

With a loud bang, he crushed the giant axe.

Behind him, Huang Zhaoting was shocked. He knew he had encountered a monster. Could this be someone of a higher generation than him, a previous version of a god?

However, he was fearless. With a long roar, the sea of ​​blood boiled, the divine tree beside him swayed, and petals fell in profusion. His inner world opened up, and this time he stood holding an axe.

He wielded the axe with both hands, and with a thunderous roar, he cleaved it towards his opponent, carrying boundless Daoist energy, accompanied by the surging of a sea of ​​blood, as if to tear the entire sky apart.

To his astonishment, his formidable opponent, the righteous light, directly opposite him, also brandished a giant axe and cleaved towards him.

In the distant sky and on the various mountain peaks, all the spectators were in an uproar, because the grandmaster "Zheng Guang" had used the same method—the Inner Realm Heaven-Opening Axe.

However, Qin Ming's Heaven-Opening Axe was neutral and peaceful, without any blood-red aura.

Under the cover of night, the two giant axes intertwined like two massive bolts of lightning, constantly striking each other, as if trying to refine the earth, fire, wind, and water to recreate the heavens and earth.

With a soft thud, a lock of Huang Zhaoting's long hair was grazed by the tip of the axe and fell off. Blood streamed down his cheek, and his shoulder was a bloody mess, with his shoulder blade exposed.

The axe flash that brushed past him was terrifying; it almost severed one of his arms.

"You've actually mastered this unique skill too." Huang Zhaoting was certain that the other party had reached a high level of proficiency, having mastered the Heaven-Opening Axe technique to an extremely profound degree.

In fact, Qin Ming used the inner realm of the Heaven-Opening Axe as a shell, but inside it contained nine extreme domains. Otherwise, his incomplete technique would not have been able to suppress the opponent's more complete Heaven-Opening Axe ultimate skill.

Qin Ming calmly replied, "Is it that difficult? Can't you just learn it simply by having the cultivation method?"

(End of this chapter)