Night Without Borders Chapter 199
Chapter 199: How High is the Mountain of Ancestors?
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In the arena, Qin Ming stood tall, his azure robe fluttering and black hair dancing in the wind. His right hand held a long blade of shifting, Five-Colored Mist, making him appear almost celestial. His speed was breathtaking.
Ling Yu’s heart raced. Who’s the true Outer Saint here? The figure before him, elegant yet overwhelming, was already upon him, the dazzling Five-Element Blade streaking through the air like a falling star.
Crackling red lightning swirled around Ling Yu, laden with intricate runes as his Celestial Light Force surged. Desperately, he unleashed Soul-Suppressing Thunder in rapid succession, attempting to stop his opponent.
But the Five-Colored Radiance surrounding Qin Ming’s body surged in response, a mystical manifestation of Five-Element Aura, endlessly revolving like a rainbow river around him. One by one, the thunderbolts were cleanly severed by the radiant force.
From the sidelines, Qian Chuan, Cheng Rui, and Tang Jun watched, awestruck. Even from a distance, the Soul-Suppressing Thunder shook their spirits, threatening to force their souls out of their bodies. Yet Qin Ming walked through the thunderstorm as though strolling through a serene courtyard, unaffected.
Ling Yu moved like lightning itself, teleporting repeatedly, but Qin Ming followed him with calm ease, his flowing robes and graceful movements reminiscent of an otherworldly immortal.
Qin Ming’s Five-Element Blade, veiled in mist and clouds, struck with an unstoppable momentum. With a sharp hiss, it pierced through the Pure Yang Soul-Mirroring Technique.
For a moment, even Xin You Dao held his breath, his heart racing. This was a perilous moment for Ling Yu. Beyond the shattered mirror lay his forehead, a strike away from disaster.
But Qin Ming hesitated. “Hmm?” His blade had been stopped—the first resistance he’d encountered in the battle. With a surge of power, the Soul-Mirroring Technique shattered into fragments. Yet, behind it, before Ling Yu’s forehead, hovered a brilliant golden light.
It was a unique Pure Yang Consciousness, dense and radiant, as if a shard of the blazing sun had been refined and embedded into his consciousness. This light was unlike the earlier one—it was thicker, purer, and more vibrant.
This was no ordinary force. It was a gift from Tang Jin’s teacher, painstakingly refined for Ling Yu. Like molten gold, it shone brilliantly, astonishing all onlookers with its extraordinary power.
Qin Ming struck again with the Five-Element Blade, slowly pushing it deeper. Yet it felt as though he were slicing through a swamp—his blade became sluggish, ensnared by the golden consciousness.
From within the golden light, thin golden threads shot toward Qin Ming’s body at incredible speed. However, they were halted by the swirling Five-Element Aura enveloping him, the energy flowing like swords and blades, allowing nothing to approach.
But the golden threads weren’t targeting Qin Ming’s body—they sought to pull his consciousness out of him, to forcibly extract his soul.
The crowd gasped. A technique refined by a grandmaster, nearing Ancestor-Level Talent, was now in play. The sheer ferocity of the Pure Yang Consciousness was a testament to its devastating potential.
Ling Yu, however, was stunned. Why can’t I pull it out? He had tried multiple times, but Qin Ming’s consciousness remained firmly rooted.
This was a killing move of their lineage: using the purest Pure Yang Consciousness to “fish” for an opponent’s soul, drawing it out and leaving them vulnerable.
Qian Chuan and Cheng Rui retreated in terror. When the blazing golden light neared them, their own consciousness wavered, like rootless duckweed adrift in a storm.
But the fault lay not with Ling Yu’s strength. The true abnormality was Qin Ming.
The Purple-Eyed Crow whispered to itself, No one knows better than me how unshakable Ming’s consciousness is.
Back in the Mysterious Small Town, the crow had tried repeatedly to guide Qin Ming’s consciousness into a spiritual experiment. Only by forging a bridge of Rainbow Light had it succeeded, and even then, it had barely managed to pull his essence along with his Celestial Light Force.
Qin Ming’s consciousness seemed fused into his flesh and blood, intertwined with his Celestial Light Force. No matter how much Ling Yu tried, it was as though he were attempting to lift an entire mountain.
Qin Ming, sensing the golden threads’ intent, deliberately opened a gap in his Five-Colored Aura, allowing the threads to attack. Yet, even with direct access, they couldn’t shift his soul an inch.
Ling Yu, shaken, began to realize that no matter how hard he tried, this youth from Black and White Mountain was unmovable, his soul firmly anchored in his very being.
From the sidelines, Tang Jin, clad in black, unconsciously took two steps forward. Her flawless face, always composed, now showed genuine shock.
How is this possible? she thought. On the New Awakening Path, practitioners were supposed to have weaker spiritual defenses. Yet here was Qin Ming, his soul impervious to even the best techniques of the Immortal Path. It defied reason.
The two elders exchanged glances, their sparse white eyebrows twitching in disbelief. “To face the strength of the Immortal Path head-on using the weakness of the New Awakening Path, and to resist even this golden sun-like consciousness light… truly astonishing!” one murmured.
Ling Yu, undeterred, shifted tactics. Merging his Celestial Light Force with the golden consciousness, he attempted to pull Qin Ming’s Celestial Light Force itself out of his body. But once again, he failed. Qin Ming’s Celestial Light Force, his Consciousness, and his Divine Wisdom were fused so thoroughly that extracting one would mean uprooting all three—an impossible feat.
With a sharp motion, Qin Ming withdrew his Five-Element Blade from the golden consciousness. With a casual swipe, the golden threads were severed.
Ling Yu retreated hastily, changing strategies yet again. This time, he did the unthinkable. Using his golden consciousness, he fished out his own Celestial Light Force, drawing it into the open.
The shimmering light condensed, forming a three-foot-long shape—a dazzling object somewhere between a ruler and a divine whip. It radiated with pure Yang energy as Ling Yu wielded it against Qin Ming.
“Is that… the legendary Soul-Striking Whip?” gasped Zhao Ming Hui, her voice trembling. The technique was rumored to be the pinnacle of Immortal Path innovations.
Around the arena, Qian Chuan, Tang Jun, and others stared in stunned silence. The sight of Ling Yu wielding this masterpiece of consciousness manipulation left them speechless. Could Qin Ming truly stand against this?
The concentrated Celestial Light Force crackled like lightning, a weapon feared even by the Immortal Path—the infamous Soul-Striking Whip, capable of wounding the Consciousness Aura and tearing through flesh with unmatched ferocity.
Ling Yu, having honed multiple extraordinary techniques, wielded an unparalleled Celestial Light Force within his body, already far surpassing his peers. Now compressed into this devastating form, it reached terrifying new heights.
“So, it can be used like this? Intriguing,” remarked Qin Ming, his interest piqued. He admired the ingenuity of the grandmaster who had devised such unique methods.
The two elders watching murmured in awe. “A quasi-ancestor’s creativity is truly beyond measure.”
The dazzling whip, brighter and deadlier than lightning, lashed out at Qin Ming. In response, he raised his Five-Element Blade to meet it head-on.
Clang! The collision reverberated like two celestial weapons clashing, scattering divine sparks and radiant light. It was a breathtaking display.
Ling Yu’s confidence wavered. This condensed Celestial Light Force, drawn out by his Pure Yang Consciousness, should have been unstoppable. Yet his opponent’s Celestial Light Force met it blow for blow, leaving the whip trembling and on the verge of shattering.
Ling Yu’s mind raced. Even the legendary Dual Force of the Six Rulers Sect might struggle against this whip. Yet Qin Ming defied belief, facing it head-on with an unknown form of Celestial Light Force.
He couldn’t help but wonder if Qin Ming’s power rivaled that of the fabled Triple Force Wielders, the Golden Nirvana Practitioners of the Rulai Sect, or the Sky-Shaking Masters of the Sky-Supporting Sect—figures spoken of only in myth.
Such heights, in the Awakening Phase, were thought to be impossible for anyone but their creators. Was Ling Yu witnessing a piece of living history?
Unwilling to admit defeat, Ling Yu lashed out repeatedly with the Soul-Striking Whip, the concentrated Celestial Light Force tearing through the air. It should have shattered all opposition, but Qin Ming pressed on relentlessly. His Five-Element Blade not only deflected the whip but threatened to sever it entirely.
Realizing the risk, Ling Yu quickly recalled his Celestial Light Force, letting it sink back into his body. He feared his essence might be scattered if he persisted. This explosive method was short-lived, and his actual strength was far from the overwhelming force he had displayed.
“He broke the Soul-Striking Whip, using a form of Celestial Light Force I’ve never seen before. Could it rival the legends of the Triple Force Wielders, the Golden Nirvana Practitioners, or the Sky-Shaking Masters?” Even Master Wu couldn’t stay silent.
The young spectators were stunned. Even Xin You Dao, a peerless genius, seemed dazed.
“I don’t understand anything anymore,” muttered Qian Chuan, shaking his head in disbelief.
“This is normal for my brother. He’s unstoppable!” crowed the Purple-Eyed Crow. It knew better than anyone the depths of Qin Ming’s strength—this was someone who had entered and exited the Divine Temple unharmed.
Ling Yu retreated, his expression complex. Today, he had witnessed something beyond comprehension—a new form of Celestial Light Force, something that might rewrite history.
“This is the power of an Ancestor-Level Talent, even in youth,” thought more than one observer.
“One such as this ensures the New Awakening Path remains unbroken. Trailblazers like him always appear!” one of the elders said, his voice trembling with excitement.
“When will your family bring our girl back from the Immortal Lands?” the other elder asked Zhao Ming Hui, who could only remain speechless.
Tang Jin, lost in thought, could hardly believe it. None of their absolute techniques had fazed Qin Ming. His gifts were too extraordinary, his foundation impossibly deep.
Even after utilizing his Second Realm strength, Ling Yu found himself unable to scale this insurmountable Mountain of Ancestors. He couldn’t even see its peak.
Taking a deep breath, Ling Yu resolved to make one final attempt. If this failed, he would concede defeat. His entire body began to radiate with four distinct lights, forming ethereal, dreamlike phenomena around him.
These were his greatest techniques, corresponding to the Four Symbols: faint silhouettes of a tiger, a crimson bird, and others revolved around him. In the Five-Element System, they aligned with Wood, Fire, Metal, and Water.
Simultaneously, five-colored lightning surged from his body, connecting with the Four Symbols. He unleashed his full strength, executing the Four-Symbols Fist, a technique that could shake the heavens and the earth. Four shimmering figures surrounded him as the five-colored lightning reached its apex.
At the same time, his Pure Yang Consciousness condensed into a radiant sword, carrying the force of the heavens, akin to a Golden Crow slicing through the sky. This was his ultimate gambit—a simultaneous attack from both paths of their lineage.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Qin Ming’s response was instantaneous. The Five-Colored Mist around him condensed into a Five-Element Wheel, emitting divine light as it spun rapidly, enveloping him in an impenetrable barrier.
From the earth rose fiery red Ground Energy, met by roaring flames and surging mists, while thunder crackled in the air. He orchestrated these forces with precision, triggering the phenomenon of Heavenly Thunder Conjuring Earth Fire.
Wielding his Five-Element Blade, Qin Ming charged forward. The wheel of light spun around him, unstoppable, as he commanded the elements to clash with Ling Yu’s overwhelming force.
The arena erupted into chaos. Four-Symbols energy collided with the Five-Element Blade, while the Pure Yang Sword clashed against the spinning Five-Element Wheel. Explosions of color and energy filled the air as the two combatants moved like lightning, their figures barely discernible amidst the chaos.
At last, the Four Symbols collapsed, and the five-colored lightning scattered. Ling Yu’s body flew through the air, landing heavily on the ground. Blood poured from his mouth as he staggered, barely able to stand.
Amidst the smoke and light, Qin Ming stood unscathed, his black hair flowing as his azure robe fluttered in the aftermath. The Five-Element Wheel dissolved into mist, and he sheathed his blade, standing tall.
“I’ve lost,” Ling Yu said quietly, a bitter smile on his lips. He had failed to scale the mountain.
The spectators were left in a daze. Qian Chuan and Tang Jun could hardly believe their eyes. The figure who had graced recent headlines, one of the brightest stars of their era, had been defeated so decisively.
“Gah…” The Purple-Eyed Crow started to crow but decided against it, sensing the solemnity of the moment.
Even Tang Jin was left shaken. The result had exceeded all her expectations. In her mind, the once-mighty Flying Immortal Mountain had begun to crack.
One elder gazed at the victorious Qin Ming and declared with absolute certainty, “This one must be protected.”
The other elder added, “The Cui Family had best back off. Here, in the realm of Kun Lun, their reach will be cut short!”
Qin Ming turned to Tang Jin and spoke, his voice steady. “Miss Tang, your turn.”