Night Without End-Chapter 812 - 412: Upheaval in Yujing (Part 2)

Qin Ming’s heart was restless. Could this be a crucial turning point in history? Any slight mistake, and heaven and earth might collapse, with the realms radiated by Yujing completely transforming!

Who could have imagined the environment had reached such a state?

He naturally informed Li Qingyue, Jiang Ran, Xiao Wu, and others of the situation at the first opportunity.

"Have any Ancestor Masters of the various paths been excavating spatial tunnels recently?"

"It’s underway, but there have already been two failures!"

"Hiss!"

This made it hard for people not to speculate.

Late at night, while Qin Ming was quietly cultivating, he suddenly heard sounds of slaughter. He saw smoke rising to the sky, and on the boundless battlefield, blood-soaked meteors were falling.

"What happened?" His heart and spirit trembled. Was this an army of thousands upon thousands entering his dreams?

Qin Ming was somewhat dazed, hearing shouts that shook the heavens and seeing endless flashes of swords and blades. Then he noticed a multitude of night fog rolling in to engulf him.

"Huh?"

He realized his consciousness was merging with Heavenly Light, about to break free from his body. This was not of his own doing, but was caused by an inexplicable force.

If the grand battlefield he saw before was an illusion, then his current experience was absolutely not false. He was about to... be forced into Divine Travel!

In an instant, he was already standing on a path. The surroundings were dim, covered in thick fog. The road beneath his feet was narrow, with broken blue stone slabs overgrown with weeds—a very desolate scene.

Qin Ming, unsure of the situation, wanted to retreat back into his body. However, he couldn’t break free and could only move forward, as if a mysterious force was guiding him.

Where did this path lead? He speculated in various ways.

Recently, everything seemed related to Yujing. Could it really be coming true? Qin Ming couldn’t help but let his mind wander.

At first, the night fog was vast, and the surroundings were peaceful, but as he ventured deeper along the small stone path, the shadows of trees swayed beside the road, with massive eyes opening.

Qin Ming gasped, seeing vertical pupils of a bright green, taller than himself.

There were also golden eyes floating in the night sky like lanterns, their owners’ bodies vague yet massive, resembling giant beasts from prehistoric times.

Qin Ming prepared for battle, realizing he still had the broken cloth on him.

He remembered clearly that Old Bu was on his body, and there was no time to grab it before his journey.

Could it be that after becoming a "temporary possessor," it temporarily bonded with him?

Now wasn’t the time to focus on it. Besides, there was nothing to study; it couldn’t resonate, nor display any might. At the moment, calling it ’waste cloth’ wasn’t wrong.

With a whoosh, a guiding light seemed to shine from the end of the path, forcing Qin Ming to accelerate, slicing through the vast night fog like a Divine Rainbow, nearing his destination.

Soon, he arrived in front of a semi-collapsed Giant Palace, its grandeur imposing, making one feel insignificant standing there. Each stone step at the entrance was over ten meters high.

Inside the Giant Palace, the pillars were tremendously large and decayed, carved with various creatures. Dragons and Pengs were mere ornaments among them; many headless creatures, appearing ferocious, were also depicted.

There were already people within the Giant Palace, and more were arriving from different small paths, converging in this partially collapsed, ancient structure.

Everyone was indistinct, shrouded in a misty haze.

Qin Ming tried to use the Newborn’s Eye, but found he couldn’t see through; his vision was blocked.

He himself was also enveloped in fog, making him think others couldn’t see his true appearance either.

The vast Giant Palace was filled with both humans and Alien Species, with the number of beings growing to several hundred in the end.

"Yujing favors the beings expanding the road." A voice echoed, or rather, a wave of consciousness, vague and ethereal, as if coming from Outer Heaven.

Immediately, a commotion arose among the beings in the Giant Palace.

Qin Ming was also startled, wondering if the small stone path he took was leading to Yujing?

Then he shook his head, thinking perhaps he was overthinking it; at this stage, could they really enter Yujing?

Moreover, at this unique historical turning point, the realms radiated by Yujing might undergo dramatic changes.

Was it Yujing’s resurgence, or was some "giant entity" orchestrating all of this? Even those old earth immortals couldn’t distinguish the truth.

"The stars align." A light voice descended from the sky.

The Giant Palace had half-collapsed, revealing the vast night sky. Now, countless stars lit up, dispelling the night fog and illuminating the darkened sky.

Hundreds of people looked up, though none cried out in surprise, clearly they were internally unsettled, yet could control their emotions remarkably well.

Who could command the stars with but a word to reappear in the sky?

Not only that, as the stars shone, a Holy Moon horizontally traversed the sky, rising slowly from afar, and not just one.

Then, more intense Golden Radiance shone, with a Fierce Sun illuminating everything.

Crucially, there wasn’t just one such sun, dotted upon the firmament, thoroughly tearing open the night veil.

People realized these were not actual stars, as they heard whooshing sounds overhead, like a tsunami, or akin to thousands of horses galloping.

Stars flew across the sky, bright moons fell, and the Taiyang sunk.

They dove right into the collapsed part of the Giant Palace, their brilliance too intense to look at directly. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Moreover, no one could stand firm, staggering backward. Not only that, everyone felt as if they were about to explode.

The sight of stars descending brought terrifying waves.

Suddenly, thick fog rose, and an unfathomable power seemed to cleanse them within the Giant Palace. The mountain-crashing, sea-roaring sounds faded, and the blinding light dimmed.

Those were countless weapon fragments, almost impossible to identify in their recognized forms.