Night Without End

Chapter 1429 - 596: Calamity Scene Reenacted

The deserted area, black as an abyss, silent as a grave, is inherently a barren land.

The hairs on the back of Qin Ming’s neck stood on end, as if a cold, long tongue was slowly licking towards him, wet, sticky, and chilling to the bone.

Even more chilling, his eyes suddenly turned pitch black, unable to see anything.

Qin Ming teleported, feeling extremely uncomfortable, as that wet, cold, sticky long tongue landed on his neck. Even with Heavenly Light as a barrier, the sensation felt unbearable, as if ants were crawling all over him.

Heavenly Light could protect his body, also equivalent to the extension of his own Spiritual Sense, the sensation was too clear.

The only consolation was that he was in the "Borrowing Body" state, essentially it was Little Worm’s body quietly enduring it all.

But that vivid experience resonated with him entirely.

In the night sky, Qin Ming was attached to the broken cloth, in a state of Divine Travel, overlooking below and capturing the truth.

There was a space rift there, filled with a special mist, hallucinogenic and capable of masking perception, which nearly led Little Worm to fall victim.

Qin Ming himself entered a moment of Spiritual Clarity, only then could he break through all the illusions.

A long tongue, several meters in length, scarlet in color, seemingly stained with blood and lined with one golden eye after another, suddenly opened and reached out from the rift.

Under Qin Ming’s full resonance, Little Worm was able to see again, immediately perceiving all directions—more precisely, his body opened the Heavenly Eye.

His eyes shot out two beams of rune light, striking the long tongue, causing it to burst with blood mist and emit an ear-piercing shriek, swiftly retreating back.

"Hiss!" Qin Ming sighed inwardly, the three bodies he brought back were no ordinary beings, whether it was the Chairman’s talent in Enlightenment or Little Worm’s bodily instinct, each was exceptional.

It’s worth noting that they were seriously regressed, not even knowing from which era they came, yet still possessing this divinity, revealed at the slightest stimulus.

Moreover, Little Worm awakened the "Heavenly Eye of Combat".

So-called Magic, Illusion Barriers, etc., under its gaze, had nowhere to hide, and the opponent’s speed seemed greatly reduced.

"Not bad!" Qin Ming commented.

When the Chairman’s Divine Eye opened that day, he could anticipate the opponent’s Miao Technique trajectory, and next moves, an incredibly formidable ability.

Qin Ming was fairly satisfied; the "Three Mings" under his seat were all outstanding, even declined to the Fifth Realm, they still possessed various divine capabilities, truly astonishing.

He scanned the surroundings, his expression suddenly becoming grave, only to see shadows moving everywhere, in what was originally an empty, deathly silent no man’s zone, permeated with such eerie "bustle."

In the Yewu World, over ninety percent of the areas were in absolute darkness, without Fire Spring, barren, not a blade of grass grows, not a trace of light.

Normally, with naked eyes, nothing could be seen in such a place.

As a Grandmaster, Qin Ming, with powerful sensory expansion, could naturally see things in a lightless place.

Those figures seemed not to exist in reality, slightly blurred, all having ashen gray eyes, chilling and indifferent, unlike living beings, dressed in rather ancient attire.

Qin Ming immediately recognized their identity—ghosts from the Night Ruins.

Ever since the Da Yu Dynasty achieved true unification and regulated the order between heaven and earth, most of those root-like channels of the Night Ruins embedded in Ye State were sealed off.

Those human-skin kites, ghosts, headless corpses suspended in clouds, etc., sharply decreased, rarely seen again.

Qin Ming did not expect today to be besieged again.

"No wonder the ancients used to say that walking the night path for years will surely lead to encountering evil, until the soul is entirely eroded."

The Void rifts here must surely connect to the Night Ruins.

As of today, Qin Ming, having broken through to the Fifth Realm—True Form, naturally feared not, under resonance, Little Worm’s eyes emitted dazzling radiance, like thunder traversing.

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

Ordinary people could not see these creatures; they seemed to exist in another world.

Another saying goes, human dies becomes ghost, ghost dies becomes ghost, separated by the layer of souls, henceforth humans looking at ghosts find them hard to meet.

However, Qin Ming has the Newborn’s Eye, further possessing Spiritual Clarity, the densely packed ghosts at present had nowhere to hide.

"Roar!" A low roar, as if coming from the depths of the soul, several strong Nie Clan leaders, all in human form, with ashen gray eyes staring at Qin Ming, unfolded Domain, guided the power of Night Ruins, pouncing forward.

In the past, when Yujing disintegrated amidst heavy snow, Qin Ming walking the night path, once encountering ghosts or human-skin kites, would face them as formidable enemies, heart palpitating with fear of meeting unforeseen circumstances.

Now, with a sweep of his sleeves, swathes of ghosts, including their leaders, exploded on the spot.

Not far away, an elder in funeral clothes, an old woman with a white paper lantern, trembled as they approached, moreover, a human-skin kite soared in the night sky, rapidly diving downwards, even a vermilion ancient coffin dripping blood, traversed across the sky...

Qin Ming frowned, did he poke a monster’s nest? How come they appear in groups, fleetingly, as if he returned to the cold winter when Yujing fell.

"Firefly-like glow, also daring to compete for shine in front of my presence? Truly audacious!" With hands behind his back, Little Worm, covered with endless Taichu Thunder Seal spreading out in the pitch-black barren zone, radiant beams illuminated the place.

In the high altitude, human-skin kites charred, turning to flying ash, the traversing vermilion ancient coffin exploded, the elder in funeral clothes, and the lantern-bearing old woman turned to leave, but all shattered into pieces.

Ghosts do bleed, they are indeed a kind of creature, not belonging to this world, shattered bones and coldly blood splattering everywhere.