Night without Borders

Chapter 596 Reenactment of the Disaster Scene
The no-man's-land, as dark as an abyss and as silent as a graveyard, is a barren wasteland.

Qin Ming felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as if a long, cold tongue was slowly licking him, wet, sticky, and chilling to the bone.

Even more chillingly, his vision suddenly went completely black, and he could see nothing at all.

Qin Ming was extremely disgusted by the teleportation. The long, wet, sticky tongue was licking his neck. Even though the sunlight blocked it out, the feeling was still unbearable, as if ants were crawling all over his body.

The light of the heavens can protect the body, and it is also equivalent to the spread of one's own spiritual senses; the tactile sensation is so clear.

The only saving grace was that he was in a "borrowed body" state, which meant that the little insect's body silently endured everything.

But he resonated with that genuine experience throughout.

In the night sky, Qin Ming, clinging to the tattered cloth, was in a trance-like state, looking down and capturing the truth.

There was a spatial rift there, filled with a peculiar mist that was hallucinogenic and could block perception, which is why the little insect almost fell victim to it.

Qin Ming himself entered a state of spiritual clarity, which allowed him to see through all illusions.

A long tongue, several meters long, scarlet in color as if stained with blood, with golden eyes that suddenly opened and peeked out from the crack.

Under Qin Ming's full resonance, the little insect was also able to see, immediately able to perceive in all directions; to be precise, its physical body opened its third eye.

Two runic beams shot from its eyes, striking the long tongue and causing it to erupt in a bloody mist, emit a piercing scream, and then retreat abruptly.

"Hiss!" Qin Ming sighed inwardly. None of the three bodies he brought back were simple. Whether it was the guild leader's talent for enlightenment or the little insect's physical instincts, they were all extraordinary.

You have to understand, they have all degenerated to a point where it's impossible to know what era they came from, yet they still possess such supernatural abilities that they can manifest themselves with the slightest provocation.

Moreover, the little insect awakens the "Fighting Heavenly Eye".

So-called spells and illusions are all exposed under his gaze, and the speed of the opponents seems to have slowed down a lot.

"Not bad," Qin Ming commented.

When the president opened his divine eye that day, he could predict the trajectory of his opponent's magic and their next move, which was also a remarkable ability.

Qin Ming was quite satisfied. His three disciples were all outstanding. Even after declining to the fifth realm, they could still perform various miraculous feats, which was truly astonishing.

He scanned the surrounding area, his expression suddenly turning serious. He saw shadowy figures moving about, and the once empty and desolate no-man's-land was now strangely "lively."

In the world of Night Fog, over 90% of the area is in absolute darkness, devoid of fire, barren, and devoid of any vegetation, not even a ray of light.

Normally, you can't see anything in this kind of place with the naked eye.

As a Grandmaster, Qin Ming's powerful sensory expansion naturally allows him to see in the dark.

Those figures seemed to exist outside of reality, rather blurry, all with deathly gray eyes, cold and indifferent, not like living beings, and dressed in rather ancient clothing.

Qin Ming immediately learned their identities—they were likely from the Night Ruins.

Since the Great Yu Dynasty achieved true unification and restored order to the world, most of the root-like passages of the Night Ruins in Night State have been closed.

Those human skin kites, scorpions, headless corpses floating in the clouds, and the like have all decreased dramatically and are rarely seen anymore.

Qin Ming never expected to be attacked again today.

"No wonder the older generation says that if you walk at night all the time, you will inevitably encounter evil spirits until your soul is completely corrupted."

The void rift here must be connected to the Night Ruins.

Now that Qin Ming has broken through to the fifth realm—True Form—he is naturally fearless. Under the resonance, the little insect's eyes emitted a brilliant glow, as if thunder had passed by.

In an instant, one after another, the nearby corpses exploded.

Ordinary people cannot see these creatures; they seem to exist in another world.

Another saying is that when a person dies, they become a ghost, and when a ghost dies, it becomes a spirit. Because of the separation between the two realms of ghosts, it is difficult for a person to see a spirit.

However, Qin Ming possesses the Eye of New Life and a clear mind, so the densely packed swarms of ...

"Roar!" A deep roar, seemingly from the depths of the soul, came from several powerful leaders of the Necromancer race, all in human form, their deathly gray eyes fixed on Qin Ming. They opened their domains, drawing upon the power of the Night Ruins, and charged forward.

In the past, when Yujing collapsed, heavy snow fell. Qin Ming walked at night, and whenever he encountered the serpent or the human skin kite, he felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, his heart pounding with fear that something terrible might happen to him.

Now, with a wave of his sleeve, swarms of swarms of swarms, including their leader, exploded on the spot.

Not far away, an elderly man dressed in funeral clothes and an old woman carrying a white paper lantern walked shakily towards the sky, while a human skin kite soared through the night sky and swooped down rapidly, and a vermilion ancient coffin dripping blood appeared as it flew across the sky...

Qin Ming frowned. Had he stumbled upon a monster's lair? How could they appear in such large numbers? In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to the cold winter after the crash of Jade Capital.

"A mere grain of rice, a firefly, dares to compete with me? How presumptuous!" The little insect stood with its hands behind its back, and endless Primordial Thunder Script spread out from its body, weaving through the dark, deserted area, its blinding beams illuminating the place.

High in the sky, the human skin kite was charred black and turned to ashes. The vermilion ancient coffin that was hanging in the air exploded. The old man in his burial clothes and the old woman carrying a lantern turned to leave, but they were all blown to pieces.

Even the venomous creatures have blood. They are actually a kind of being, not belonging to this world. Broken bones and blood carrying a cold aura splatter everywhere.

In the arena, tiny insects' hairs danced in the air, exuding an evil aura!

Faced with such a vicious monster as the yin, a powerful villain-like figure is indeed needed to suppress it.

In an instant, dozens or even hundreds of black shadows were torn apart by the lightning seal, leaving the ground covered in cold bloodstains. Only the little insect in the arena stood with its hands behind its back.

Qin Ming muttered to himself, "This place is very close to the scene of the massacre. Senior Brother Lu met with misfortune nearby. Why are there so many 'Nie' spirits here? What is their connection?"

This was once a vast plateau within the territory of the Great Qian Dynasty, a desolate land where not a blade of grass could grow, utterly dark, without a single ray of light.

Qin Ming dared to come here because Xie Yunshu had mentioned that there was no danger when the ancestors explored this place.

But now, this place is connected to the Night Market, which contradicts what Xie Yunshu said.

"Or is it that there was an ancient passage connecting this place to the Night Ruins before, but it was not visible and was sealed off until the Jade Capital fell and the world changed drastically, when the ancient crack was shaken open again?"

From the hidden void rift, golden light shot out, and the long tongue emerged again, bearing dozens of golden eyeballs. It shattered the night mist and stabbed at the small insect.

The tongue, several meters long, now resembled a venomous dragon, blood-red, with ferocious eyes, and its shrill cries disturbed people's minds.

The little insect's hands glowed, and a pair of enormous palms materialized in front of it, completely formed from chaotic energy. With a bang, they clamped down on the long tongue.

The long tongue clearly possessed the cultivation level of a grandmaster, but it was no match for the small insect. It was forcibly pulled out of the void rift, and its overall shape was that of a tongue.

With a bang, the little insect's large, bright hand crushed it.

This is the most direct manifestation of his greatly improved strength. In the past, Qin Ming had to avoid these strange things, but now he can just smash them to pieces.

He stared at the entrance to the Night Market and said, "Let's go in and take a look."

Naturally, the small insect enters, and in a state of resonance, he doesn't even need to attach his consciousness to it, making it the safest and most reliable way to borrow a body.

Qin Ming can be said to have inherited the spirit of Yezhou.

The little insect, filled with malevolent energy, walked silently into the crack.

Without a doubt, he is now a trial-and-error explorer.

If he has a spirit, he will surely cry out: "The insects must rise up and change their fate!"

"What's going on?" Qin Ming asked in surprise, having witnessed the true situation at Nightfall.

This is a wilderness, with a dark blue fire spring flowing through it. At the horizon, there is a scorched area where many monsters are worshipping as if on a pilgrimage.

"Even an insect's life is a life; we can't be reckless." Qin Ming stepped back.

Right now, the important matter is to investigate the true situation of the scene of the past bloodshed.

"Among three rocky hills and beside a mound, this should be the area." Qin Ming hurried forward.

The scene of the bloodshed was not far from the void rift. After flying over a stone mountain, he arrived at the place where Lu Zizai had suffered.

So many worms!

Qin Ming looked down and saw that the ground between the three mountains was scorched black, and many monsters from the Night Ruins were wandering around. Some of the intelligent creatures seemed to be praying or making a pilgrimage.

Qin Ming was taken aback. The scorched earth here was very similar to the one in the Night Ruins, which was why it attracted so many monsters.

The little insect, with its upright posture, slowly descended from the sky.

He stood in the center of the scorched earth, which caused all the monsters to open their dead gray eyes, revealing a fierce glint, and stare intently at him.

Then, accompanied by ghostly screams, a group of monsters rushed towards him, their ferocity overwhelming.

Qin Ming did not hold back, because when he encountered the serpent in the no-man's land, an ordinary person would have died without hesitation, so he had no psychological burden in killing the serpent here.

He stood there, unmoving, yet from his center, a thousand cicadas chirped in unison, black and white light swept out, and a pair of giant hands that seemed to tear through the night appeared... The true form changed, unpredictable, a monster sweeping across all directions.

This was the terrifying application of the true form; in an instant, it tore nearly two hundred ferocious monsters to pieces.

At the same time, Qin Ming resonated with the intelligent monster leaders.

"Is this... the place where the Supreme God resides?"

Qin Ming's eyes changed. Could he have such a powerful background? Could he be related to the Night Market?
He resonated with the insects, and with a flick of his sleeve, a fierce wind howled, clearing away the remains of the monsters, but without touching the scorched earth at all.

Qin Ming's consciousness, merging with the light of heaven, guided the tattered cloth and personally arrived at this place.

The little insect stood aside, on guard.

Qin Ming investigated the area and found nothing unusual except for the scorched earth. No wonder even the patriarch couldn't find any clues.

He was highly focused, taking this place very seriously, and then immersed himself in the dark ground, beginning to resonate earnestly.

"There is a lingering emotion, and it is very peculiar, ethereal, arrogant, and as vast as an abyss..."

Qin Ming was shocked. The brief contact had shaken him to his core, and he was so shocked that he almost broke out of this state.

It should be noted that he is now a grandmaster, and normal residual emotions should hardly be able to shake him, yet he still felt as if his mental field was about to be torn apart.

This place must have been visited by an incredibly terrifying being.

In an instant, Qin Ming saw a strange sight: an old, dilapidated house, exuding a strong sense of decay, appeared in his field of vision.

"Squeak!"

He even heard the sound of the dilapidated wooden door being pushed open.

A large amount of white mist surged out from the crack in the door, indicating that some creature was about to be born.

At this moment, Qin Ming was highly focused and tense. Although it was the same scene as before, his heartstrings were still taut.

However, the scene seemed frozen, as if endless, mottled time was accumulating, and the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open so slowly that it almost stopped.

Then, outside, new scenery appeared, the outline of the courtyard became clearer, and the garden was full of miraculous herbs and immortal plants, shimmering with light.

Qin Ming felt a chill run down his spine. The legendary courtyard, like a divine garden, had only materialized after the old house appeared. There, rare and exotic flowers and herbs grew in abundance, vying for beauty and all being legendary divine species.

Qin Ming took a deep breath, the rich fragrance filling his mouth and nose, even lingering in his pure Yang consciousness. What was going on? It was just an old scene, how could it affect the present world?

He felt a chill run down his spine and became highly alert.

Then, behind the old house, black threads intertwined, a strange wind blew, the cold was biting, and pitch-black ice particles appeared, the snow on the ground was as black as ink.

That backyard also materialized from nothingness after the house appeared.

"Is it not a real courtyard, or are tangible houses and courtyards gradually descending to this place from the void?"

This is truly terrifying; the owner of the old house is unfathomable.

Finally, the creaking sound came again, and the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, revealing an endless, thick white mist, as if a hermit was walking out.

Slow footsteps could be heard clearly, and there was even the sound of a cane hitting the floor.

The pure yang energy was truly extremely strong and yang, rushing towards Qin Ming, making him feel as if his mind and spirit were about to turn to ashes. Was this a manifestation of the radiation from the peerless realm of immortals?

Soon, the chilling aura spread out again, making people feel as if they had fallen into the deepest abyss.

Within the celestial mist, a pair of silver-white pupils appeared, gazing in Qin Ming's direction.

Qin Ming felt a chill run down his spine, as if a monster was staring at him from across the vast expanse of history.

Regardless of whether it was the old scene or whether the other party could see into the future, he took precautions, covering himself with a tattered cloth to isolate them.

Only when that gaze shifted elsewhere did Qin Ming, clinging to the tattered cloth, re-examine the other person.

Victims throughout history have said that they could not see the disaster at all; it was all empty. Looking ahead, they were like blind men, unable to perceive anything.

Qin Ming merged with the tattered cloth and saw a pair of blurry feet and silver eyeballs. The rest... he couldn't see through it, as the area was covered by white fairy mist.

This is outrageous; the white mist can actually block out perception, and no matter what methods are used, it is useless.

However, Qin Ming was much better than the others, at least he saw part of the truth.

Those eyes had no distinction between pupils and sclera; the entire eyeball was silver, making them look rather frightening.

Then, time became disordered and distorted here, and Qin Ming could not see anything at all. In a daze, he realized that the creature seemed to be eating, but it was very blurry.

Only when the rain of light rose, the old houses burned, the garden of the gods was reduced to ashes, and the black snow melted away, did Qin Ming feel a tremor in his heart and realize that the monster was gone!

Their arrival and departure are both very special.

The scorched earth between the three rocky hills is the result of the fire that spread to this area when the old houses and courtyards were destroyed.

If the real courtyard were destroyed, it would be a terrible waste. The many divine medicines and herbs in the courtyard are priceless treasures.

"It should only be a miraculous sight that is being carried, rather than the actual courtyard descending."

Amidst the raging flames, Qin Ming stared at the shower of ethereal light.

He was pondering; based on what he saw, those feet were quite large, so they probably didn't belong to a woman.

His steps were slow and he seemed weary. Judging from the distance between his silver eyes and the ground, he was probably hunched over, otherwise his height would not have matched his large feet.

As Qin Ming pondered, a silver gaze fell upon him amidst the embers of the fire.

"what's the situation?"

All the scenery had vanished, yet a pair of dim silver eyes remained, fixed in the void, gazing at the little insect.

The place is now quiet; the old houses and courtyards, as well as the last embers of the fire, have all vanished, leaving only scorched earth.

However, in mid-air, a pair of eyeballs, shimmering with a faint silver light, remained suspended.

Qin Ming was horrified. How could this situation have come to this?
All the patriarchs of the past have come here, and after careful investigation, they found nothing unusual. How could he have stumbled upon the real master here?

Qin Ming's head was pounding, and he found it hard to believe.

In an instant, he calmed down. Something was wrong. The silver eyes were dull and lacked the oppressive feeling that made one's mind collapse.

This shouldn't be the actual disaster arriving at the scene!
Most importantly, the silver eyeball was actually staring at the insect. The look in its eyes was very strange. First, it scrutinized it, and then it contracted, revealing the pale golden pupils that were not there before.

Is it surprised?

Its eyes moved, slowly approaching the insect.

It was clear that it was extremely solemn, but it was not afraid either, after all, it dared to fly directly over.

Qin Ming wanted to inhale the night mist; did this monster recognize... the little bug?
Without even a second thought, this little insect, radiating evil energy, must have an astonishingly powerful background.

Qin Ming was deeply shaken. This discovery gave him a completely new understanding of the Chairman, the Second Terracotta Warrior, and the Little Insect.

Initially, he thought the three bodies were important figures, but he didn't overestimate them, after all, they were experimental subjects of the three major organizations.

Moreover, the three had severely degenerated, but now that the Grandmaster-level consciousness had possessed them, they were able to restart the three ancient war chariots.

Looking at it now, Qin Ming felt that his prediction was wrong!

"Perhaps he was a great figure from an extremely distant era, who degenerated to the fifth realm as one lifetime passed."

Qin Ming even suspected that if it had been one or two eras earlier, it might have required the spiritual light of an Earth Immortal to get the three ancient war chariots running again.

He quickly realized that these were the three physical bodies that the former president of the God-like Society, the Insect Emperor, and the leader of the Rebirth Puppet Organization had personally warned his followers against losing.

At this moment, Qin Ming had some guesses. Could this be a big shot that the three major organizations dug out from an extremely ancient tomb?
He had no time to think further; the atmosphere at the scene was eerie.

The silver eyeball flew slowly, but it was getting closer and closer. With some apprehension, the pale gold pupils were revealed and then contracted as it examined the small insect.

"insect……"

His eyes emitted a slight fluctuation of consciousness, and he actually uttered such a word.

Qin Ming was exasperated; it was true that it recognized the little insect.

But why is its consciousness only expressed by this one word? If it were to continue shouting, it might reveal part of the insect's origins.

His eyes twitched violently, as if he were shocked, and he said, "It really is your physical body, and it's still in this world. It's impossible... to have lived in this world for so long!"

It realized that the insect's consciousness was not as strong as it had imagined.

Therefore, it continued to approach slowly but steadily.

Qin Ming was certain that this wasn't the real entity; its oppressive aura wasn't strong enough. It was likely a wisp of energy intentionally left behind, condensing into a silver eyeball, monitoring something.

He felt that this was a cunning old fox. Even though the incident happened hundreds of years ago, he still had the ability to spy on people. Was he trying to remember those who were detrimental to him?
This is even more excessive than the spirit of Yezhou; it is bloody, cruel, effeminate, and extremely dangerous.

Qin Ming was deeply disturbed. The words spoken by the eyeball had already revealed the secret: it must be an ancient relic with an astonishing identity and age.

"This..." Qin Ming had been restraining himself, his consciousness almost frozen, especially now, he was as if he had fallen into a state of immortality.

Because when the silver eyeball slowly approaches the small insect, it has to pass by him.

"You're the one who... staged this accident!" Qin Ming gritted his teeth, silently opening the tattered cloth space, preparing to put it inside.

If he dodges, the rag, though invisible, may still disturb the airflow and cause a commotion.

Having many lice means you won't be afraid of being bitten!

Earlier, when he fought against Huang Zhaoting, the peerless genius of the Huang family, in the Barbarian Immortal Realm, he had already sealed the mysterious consciousness attached to the fragments of the Heaven-Opening Axe inside a tattered cloth.

Now, he has set up a new cage, laying a trap for him.

The pitch-black space of the tattered cloth can dissolve consciousness.

So many days have passed, and Qin Ming has not yet investigated the axe blade fragments. He doesn't plan to investigate them unless he's locked up for a year or two.

Qin Ming suddenly activated his technique, retracting the silver eyeball.

"Dare to plot against me..." The silver eyeballs revealed intense emotional fluctuations and were about to rush out, but unfortunately, the tattered cage was completely closed.

The world is peaceful.

Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He had only come to investigate clues and reminisce about the past, yet he had still managed to trigger the main character's backup plan.

He learned from his experience that when facing certain ancient beings, one must hide the commander, the second terracotta warrior, and the little insect, otherwise it will have the opposite effect.

"Well, it's not a big problem. The last fluctuation of that silver eyeball didn't have a suffocating sense of oppression. I guess it was just used for spying." Qin Ming quickly left the place.

He didn't delve into the black scorched earth over the Night Ruins; he simply abducted a few intelligent monsters, resonated with them, and learned a bit about them.

"The resting place of the Supreme God..."

There was a lot of fragmented information, but not much of it was valuable. After sorting through it, Qin Ming roughly understood the main points.

Disaster also occurred in the Night Ruins. A monster from the Dan tribe once came into contact with the owner of the courtyard and became his servant. In the end, the courtyard disappeared, and the monster grew into a great figure.

Therefore, this place became the place where the clan rose to prominence.

Several years ago, Jade Capital fell, and the rift between the two realms loosened, allowing monsters from the Night Ruins to appear here and explore the nearby scorched land...

Whoosh!
Qin Ming wandered off in his mind, realizing there was no need to investigate the exact location of the Supreme God in the Night Ruins, thus avoiding unnecessary trouble.

Today, he felt that the trip was worthwhile.

The appearance of the silver eyeball suggests that the entity behind it is likely very ancient, probably male, with large feet, a hunched body, and a very decayed appearance.

After outlining the profile based on the fragmented information, Qin Ming was able to eliminate some of the suspected targets listed during his conversation with Xie Yunshu.

"It's probably not a creature from the Nightfall, after all, it knows the small insects deep within the Nightfall World."

Before dusk arrived, Qin Ming's mind wandered back to Shuangshu Village, where he appeared in his own courtyard.

He drank three cups of tea in a row to calm himself down.

Qin Ming looked up and gazed into the courtyard.

The president was writing scriptures and conducting deductions, her silver hair falling onto the stone table, her expression extremely focused.

Qin Ming's pupils contracted as he saw some keywords: immortality, the dead, and blessings for the next generation...

His heart was filled with emotion. The three people he had brought back were indeed extraordinary, with their potential for extraordinary talent being too high!
However, Qin Ming felt that mastering the Chaos Force was an insurmountable hurdle for the guild leader; otherwise, she wouldn't still be writing furiously and racking her brains.

He said, "It's almost time. Would you like me to impart knowledge, teach you, and answer your questions?"

Suddenly, Qin Ming looked up at the night sky, then abruptly stood up, his body radiating terrifying light. If he hadn't restrained himself at the crucial moment, the entire courtyard would have exploded.

What did he see? The blood-stained lid of the Bagua Furnace. How could it have appeared so abruptly?
(End of this chapter)