Night Without End-Chapter 374 - 227: Frightening Away the Ancestor Master

Cao Qianqiu was the most aggressive because he wielded a mighty weapon, a long spear obtained from the night sky of Black and White Mountain, engraved with divine symbols under mottled rust.

He was confident and was the first to rush forward, using the spear’s tip to pick at that palm-sized piece of tattered cloth.

"What are you doing?" The Ancestor Master of a certain Esoteric Buddhism branch flicked his finger, and a thick green light flew out, transforming into a radiant green lotus, its petals blooming and spraying dense divine patterns, actually blocking the mighty weapon.

Cao Qianqiu’s eyes were unfriendly, as the blood-colored Big Sun outside his body expanded, he pushed with all his might, activating the divine symbols on the spear.

"Old Cao, stop!" Sun Taichu voiced.

Other Ancestor Masters intervened to stop him, while some, like Cao Qianqiu, wanted to grab the tattered cloth on the altar.

Immediately, chaos broke out here.

This small group of people, all standing at the forefront of various paths, any casual action could have disastrous consequences.

This place was quite special, with golden textures lighting up on the ground and silver symbols interweaving in the void, otherwise, this place would have long been sunken.

Even so, some coffins associated with god-like creatures made faint sounds, showing signs of damage.

"Crack!"

The most worrying thing was that the altar showed a three-inch black crack, the first to be damaged, as if it were about to collapse.

Ancestor-level figures stood confronting each other here, without moving, and watched as dozens of cracks appeared on the platform under the tattered cloth, then saw it shatter with their own eyes.

...

Kunleng, the territory facing toward the direction of Da Yu.

Black fog rolled, with structures standing tall, the ruined temples here were cleared out.

The Central Giant Palace spanned ahead, its silver tiles shining brightly, with Purple Qi and Yin Fog simultaneously surging, particularly dense.

The first team entered, immediately causing a surge of Yin energy, sounds of fighting came, ghostly shadows flickered, and half-decayed ancients struck fiercely.

The sounds of weapon clashes quickly weakened after a short time.

In the end, only one person escaped the giant palace, only to have a shriveled hand reach out, pierce his chest, and dig out his heart from behind.

In less than half a moment, the entire team was wiped out.

Qin Ming frowned, the rich reward was not easy to earn, even he wanted to back down.

This ghostly place had no Scriptures or tomes, he resonated with none, and the final giant palace was that dangerous.

Luckily, he didn’t make the cut earlier.

The second team was noticeably tense, with someone immediately proposing to give up, yet an elder stepped forward, reminding them to honor their contracts.

This time, the screams in the giant palace rose and fell, but some fled out, covered in blood.

"This place should be a stronghold of the Ghost Cultivators, with core disciples guarding it, we can barely hold on for a while, but ultimately are not opponents."

That person’s body was in tatters, as if clawed by multiple Evil Ghosts, nearly torn apart, even with broken nails like iron hooks lodged in his body.

"Bring out the Protective Gold Clothes and Wind Charm to help the explorers survive," the Fourth Princess of Great Yu ordered, clad in red armor like a red lotus, demonic yet mysterious.

Otherwise, picking a third group would likely face much resistance, knowing certain death, no one would want to gamble with their lives.

"You only need to find out what’s in this giant palace."

Meanwhile, an elder came forward to ask about their needs, for example, suitable weapons or life-saving medicine liquid, showing concern and care.

They feared these people would be perfunctory and not wholeheartedly explore.

Indeed, this team had a high survival rate, losing only three, while the remaining six all emerged alive.

However, their focus was on survival, only discovering that at the central area was a pond, the Purple Mist blending with Yin Fog, and slightly approaching it caused black gas to skyrocket.

Moreover, those Ghost Cultivators were all sitting cross-legged by the pond.

Qin Ming got selected in the fourth batch, queued to claim his reward, naturally the two thousand Day Golds were not physical but two gold tickets.

Regarding the Miracle Techniques, there were several books, he passed on "Wind controlling Scripture" and "Qingmu Scripture" among others, choosing "Netherworld Scripture."

Qin Ming flipped through it on the spot, confirming there was no issue.

He immediately donned the Protective Gold Clothes, engraved with dense divine patterns, while sticking the Wind Charm on his legs, greatly increasing his speed.

"Young man, do you have any other needs?" an elder asked kindly.

Qin Ming naturally made a request, saying, "I am a Divine Archer, if you could provide me with arrow feathers mixed with Jade Iron, that would be perfect."

"Bring the arrows!"

Quite a few people from Da Yu had come, and indeed they were well-resourced, among the entourage, some carried specially-made arrow feathers, although not pure Jade Iron, all were mixed-cast, yet were enough, of incredible value.

They gave him an arrow quiver, containing twelve dark red arrow feathers.

Qin Ming and his group advanced, staying vigilant when passing those ruined temples, as they approached the giant palace, the chilling aura thickened.

Upon truly entering this giant palace, with no buildings to obstruct, Qin Ming instantly focused his spirit, a warm current surged in his eyes, allowing him to see through the dense fog.

He immediately knew what was here.

In front, there was a square pond, ten zhang wide. The black mist was so dense it could not be dispersed, condensing into pitch-black liquid within the pond, and from a distance, it felt bone-chillingly cold.

Is this Yin energy mixed with the power of Taiyin?

He couldn’t be certain what it was exactly.

In the pond, there was a plant over a person’s height, with black leaves layered upon one another, collectively forming nine pitch-black flowers, swirling with dense black light. It exuded sacred power and was entwined with the power of death.

The flower gave a very contradictory feeling. It seemed vibrant with life, yet ghostly and sinister, like an incredible treasure medicine, but it seemed consuming it would lead to immediate death.

Apparently, it was not yet mature; the flowers had not yet withered, nor had they borne fruit.

"Nine flowers, a very profound number. It’s estimated to be an extremely rare treasure medicine meant for ghost cultivators, what a pity." Qin Ming shook his head. He was quite tempted to take a bite but feared he would immediately turn into an evil ghost.

Moreover, purple mist swirled in the pond, and there was a black seal about the size of a fist, certainly an exotic treasure of immense value, with densely packed characters engraved in the void.

Qin Ming stared blankly, the people of Da Yu were guarding this place, so he had no fate with this item.

He felt a bit displeased. Wasn’t there a single scripture here? Coming here seemed to have no extra gains.

"Hmm?" Although the broken cloth on him showed no disturbance, it was silently absorbing the essence of the black liquid from the pond within the black mist.

He almost threw away the broken cloth because that kind of coldness being drawn to him nearly froze him.

By the pond, a group of half-decayed ghost cultivators all rose up, coming towards their team to attack.

After Qin Ming’s ninth rebirth, he developed a capability akin to spiritual eyes. Here, it seemed as bright as day to him, whereas others were moving in the black mist as if in ink, unable to see as clearly as he did.

Thus, when the ghostly figures approached, many people hastily engaged them.

During this time, Qin Ming continuously drew the bow, each arrow gleaming with golden radiance, tearing through the pitch-black mist, exploding the head of an evil ghost with each shot.

Even outside, people of the Da Yu Dynasty could see that splendid golden light, astonishing many.

"This young man’s Heavenly Light Force is extraordinary, with great destructive power. Could he be a disciple of renowned sects like Chunyang Palace or Lieyang Palace?"

In reality, Qin Ming was very restrained. Naturally, he wouldn’t explode with full strength. His current Heavenly Light Force could even burn consciousness spiritual light, remolding myths in the First Realm.

Ultimately, Qin Ming could no longer resist, his body trembling. The piece of broken cloth woven from exotic gold, usually unassuming, caused chaos at critical moments. He felt he was about to be frozen to death by the encroaching chill.

That intense power of Taiyin poured in ceaselessly, and he could no longer withstand it.

He tried to move away, but the cloth seemed to draw silk, connecting with a channel of Yin energy between him and the pond.

His face changed. If he ran out, he would directly expose the anomaly.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and threw the broken cloth into the pond, deciding to temporarily not care about it.

Qin Ming exhausted twelve arrows, killing seven ghosts, deliberately holding back, then severely injuring five more, and subsequently withdrew with his teammates.

After many attempts, people from Da Yu had figured there should be treasures in the pond and a rare spiritual medicine. They were tightly organizing and preparing to clear it several more times before making the final snatch.

Those old fellows could hardly stop Yao Ruoxian!

Her talent and Taoist skills were on par with an Immortal Seed, and she felt these teams were too weak. If she went in herself, she could swiftly smash through and quickly extract the exotic treasure, even facing creatures of the same level.

...

Cao Qianqiu, Sun Taichu, and others remained silent. The nine-colored high platform was so fragile? It had actually been destroyed.

The shredded cloth hovered in the air, surrounded by a torrent of runes akin to a star river, rapidly rotating around it, forming a tunnel of dazzling colors.

Called a path, it resembled a ripple, circle after circle of ripples combined, with countless "rings" linked in a string, leading to the distance.

"Everyone, should we retreat and reseal the path we came from, or continue exploring?" Even grandmaster-level figures lacked confidence.

"If we remove this piece of cloth, will the ’tunnel’ disappear?" Someone’s gaze was like lightning, fixed on the motionless cloth strips.

Eventually, someone decided to move forward. They knew more about the legends of Kunleng than ordinary people and wanted to see what lay ahead.

The tunnel was very bright, with each ring of light formed by a rapidly rotating symbol, while the gaps between them were like cracks.

The group advanced quickly, and before long, they reached the end of the road formed by divine rings, and upon seeing the scene ahead, each was stunned.

Outside the tunnel, the ground was desolate, as if no one had tread upon it for a long time. A city lay silent in the distance, faintly visible but already vague.

At this moment, even grandmaster-level figures were awestruck.

It was just a small Earth City, yet purple energy soared to the sky, with bodies hanging on its walls, and legendary creatures’ blood and flesh nailed to its gates.

"Retreat!"

They decided against approaching any further.

Grandmaster-level figures quickly withdrew from the tunnel constructed by runes.

"Should we destroy this place?"

They glanced at the shredded cloth, then at the tunnel.

At the same time, they carefully examined and found six coffins, from which threads of golden silk and silver thread emerged, providing energy to the cloth and building the passage.

"What we just saw, was it the legendary city?"

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