Night Without End-Chapter 815 - 413: Land of the Chosen

The voice in the night sky warned, "Even if you encounter each other, you may be opponents. Be cautious, and that is all I have to say."

Qin Ming took out the Divine Measuring Ruler from Old Bu’s storage space. It was pitch black, a trophy he had seized from Helian ZhaoYu during their showdown in the snowy land outside the Pure Land.

This Divine Measuring Ruler was crafted from the essence of the Nine Lives Tree’s heartwood. Its material was astonishing, capable of destroying the Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade.

Qin Ming stepped through the mansion, coming before a collapsed great hall. What met his eyes was a scene of cobwebs, wormwood, and desolate remnants.

Suddenly, he sensed something amiss—something was falling from the night sky!

He quickly retreated, watching closely as ashes floated down from the black depths of the firmament, like decaying past narratives turning into the dust of history, as if speaking to future generations.

In an instant, the environment of this ruin changed. Qin Ming was amazed as the weeds now seemed much taller than himself.

This transformation startled him—had the mansion grown larger, or had he become smaller?

Broken walls and the scale of the ruined temple appeared vast. Moreover, chanting voices echoed here, exuding a solemn, sacred aura.

Qin Ming crossed over a tens of meters high broken wall to the other side of the ruined temple. His pupils contracted instantly as he saw layer upon layer of large webs vibrating with white ripples.

It was a spider web, gradually glowing, expanding like a Spirit Field.

At its center was a large spider, fierce and intimidating, reciting incantations.

Wasn’t this the small spider on the web in the corner earlier? Completely black, commonly seen in Ye State, known as the Ink Spider.

Now it had grown larger, praying devoutly toward the depths of the night sky, its consciousness glowing as it murmured in an unknown language.

"Why do you not bow to the Heavenly Demon?" the Ink Spider’s consciousness rippled sternly, looking down from the giant web.

Qin Ming wondered if he had fallen into an Illusion Realm, or had this spider gone mad? Initially an ordinary little Ink Spider, now it called itself a Heavenly Demon.

Whoosh!

The Ink Spider spun a thread, shooting it toward Qin Ming like a dazzling blade.

Qin Ming swung the Divine Measuring Ruler, immediately severing the spider silk.

The Ink Spider spoke, "With evil beings from the Abyss invading, I plead for the supreme presence to grant me power to slay the evil here!"

It saluted the night sky with sincerity.

Then, the glowing web exploded fiercely, emitting a sacred nine-colored light.

"Heavenly Demon Force Field, exterminate the evil!" the Ink Spider shouted loudly.

Qin Ming was speechless; the spider, claiming to be a Heavenly Demon, even dared to call others evil beings? He erupted in anger, wanting to deal with it immediately.

The Divine Measuring Ruler in Qin Ming’s hand, though pitch black, shone with a Heavenly Light akin to the Fierce Sun, terrifying enough to defeat opponents in the Early Stage of the Fourth Realm.

However, he was a bit lost; this small spider, using the so-called Heavenly Demon Force Field, was surprisingly formidable, blocking the Heavenly Light that should have been destroying dead wood effortlessly.

Chill ran down Qin Ming’s spine; perhaps it wasn’t the spider’s prowess, but the power granted by the entity it prayed to that was exceptionally terrifying.

At this moment, the Ink Spider seemed truly transformed into a Heavenly Demon, its eight spider legs all moving, forming Dharma Seals, like an eight-armed Divine being, emanating an aura of solemnity and sanctity.

Qin Ming exerted considerable effort to severely injure it. Then he employed the Six Ding Divine Fire and Nanming Lihuo to burn the Heavenly Demon alive.

At this moment, the Heavenly Demon reverted to its original spider form, only an inch long, scorched and blackened, with the Heavenly Demon Force Field returning to a web in the corner.

Qin Ming frowned deeply; this event was overwhelming. All these happened because of the spider’s prayer, suggesting something truly empowered it.

"Could that presence be Yujing’s adversary? It shouldn’t have appeared here, perhaps merely residual energy... yet still exerts such terrifying influence."

Qin Ming felt a heaviness in his heart; the resonance left by Yujing’s opponent could allow a small spider to briefly become significant.

Is this one of the truths they could uncover within these ruins?

Amidst the broken walls, Qin Ming continued forward. In the night wind, a chime sounded clear and melodious, sending shivers down his spine.

A wind chime from eight thousand years ago, still intact and making sound? That’s unusual.

Indeed, Qin Ming noticed, most of the wind chimes were already broken, hanging on the corner of a collapsed building, glowing and vibrating continuously.

The broken parts of the wind chime strangely grew flesh, mending their defects.

Next, the wind chime enlarged, each resembling a large bell, with the growing flesh sprouting faces, all like innocent and naive children.

Accompanied by the crisp chiming, they laughed, boys and girls, gazing into the depths of the night sky, murmuring, whispering, praying.

Qin Ming put away the Divine Measuring Ruler, integrating Old Bu into his fist. In his current Divine Travel state, it was easy to conceal Old Bu in his punch.

Faced with such bizarre phenomena, he took it very seriously, giving his all.

Old Bu never exhibited extraordinary powers but could somewhat augment his Heavenly Light.

Indeed, his caution was warranted; after those children prayed, the sound of the wind chime changed, becoming grand and terrifying, accompanied by layers of Bell Waves impacting him.

All the wind chimes sounded like great bells, the roaring deafening.

Yet the children’s faces remained pure, babbling.

Bong!

The wind chime flew up, crashing toward Qin Ming, and his fist light smashed against it, as if colliding with a mountain.

Qin Ming was shaken, with blood and energy churning. In front of him, the great bell forming, many children leaped out from the fleshly bell bodies, laughing as they attacked him.