Night Without End-Chapter 816 - 413: Land of the Chosen_3

One child after another was sent flying by his fist light. Surprisingly, they were incredibly resilient; typically, such flesh and blood bodies should have been shattered long ago.

Qin Ming used Chaos Force, with All Laws Returning to One, delivering forty-nine consecutive punches. Only then, under the blessing of the broken cloth, did the Heavenly Light reach its peak, shattering all the wind chimes and children.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air; this place was too eerie.

As he walked forward, he discovered that although the wind chimes were shattered, rusted, there was nothing abnormal about them. They were very small, and yet they had forced him to use his killer move.

"The remaining mysterious forces can actually transform a string of ordinary wind chimes, capable of threatening an Immortal Seed!"

Qin Ming reminisced, thinking of the unknown existence—the gigantic entity. The resonance it left behind eight thousand years ago could turn decay into magic; how terrifying would its true appearance be?

He left this mansion and came to a ruined street where many areas had been turned into abysses.

Just then, a mysterious mist arose in these ruins, and things began falling from the night sky—it was many yellowed pages.

It was as if someone had torn an ancient book, scattering it from the sky.

Qin Ming sidestepped them, but his eyes were fixed on them, wanting to see them clearly, for they looked like precious scripture papers.

He shot out a beam of Heavenly Light to catch the falling pages.

In just a split second, he felt that this page was as heavy as ten thousand catties, containing Tao Rhythm, pressing down on him almost unbearably.

On the yellowed paper, dense writing appeared with his touch, seemingly an unknown True Scripture, possibly of immense significance.

However, before Qin Ming could ponder or comprehend, blood oozed from the paper’s surface, causing all the small characters filled with deep Tao Rhythm to explode and then burn.

He switched to another scripture paper, which seemed even heavier and soon self-ignited.

The scripture papers fell like withered leaves from the sky, the characters appearing and then exploding, flickering like candle flames and finally turning to ashes upon landing.

"Yujing... Supreme True Scripture... all become scrap..."

When all the scripture papers had burned through and exploded, a seemingly invisible voice was heard.

Qin Ming felt his hair stand on end; was this conveying some cruel truth? Even Yujing’s Supreme True Scripture had become useless, seemingly reduced to waste paper!

He was chilled at the thought of the rumor, Yujing favoring the Pioneers.

If so, it made sense.

Could it be that the old skills were failing, gradually becoming useless?

Or more precisely, that Yujing’s laws had lost their deterrent effect on the enemies.

Qin Ming thought of many things at once, of Yujing’s decaying old order, unable to imprison the "gigantic entity."

"Conversely, the opponent suppressed Yujing; the old skills were locked, Yujing couldn’t break through, trapped in its predicament, needing new skills, an entirely new Tao Chain."

Even the oldest Earth Immortals above the Nine Heavens couldn’t see clearly the direction, so Qin Ming’s thoughts were merely wild conjecture, but he felt he might be onto something.

At this time, a silhouette walked towards him from across the main street. Although they couldn’t see each other clearly, both shrouded in mist, Qin Ming could roughly ascertain it was a tall man.

"Brother, are you alright?" the approaching man asked in a hoarse voice.

The next moment, he acted, a strand of Divine Radiance shone, like thunder, flying towards Qin Ming.

Qin Ming dodged, immediately using an Immortal Road Dharma, performing Cao Qianqiu’s Ultimate Skill—Rune Gold Rope.

With his hands held like a void, golden textures flowed through his fingers, weaving a golden rope in the night sky.

Like a Golden Python, he flickered, faster than lightning, aiming to lock the tall man ahead.

The man extended two fingers, their jade-like luster shining even in the mist, and to Qin Ming’s astonishment, he clipped the Rune Gold Rope with them.

Qin Ming showed a shocked expression. What he imitated and performed was definitely considered a killer move on the Immortal Road.

In the past, Cao Qian had used this Ultimate Skill to kill a top-level demon!

Who is this? Qin Ming’s heart sank, realizing the coming person was overwhelmingly powerful, far beyond just entering the Fourth Realm, their Taoist mastery exceedingly deep.

The tall man in the mist spoke: "Hmm, Brother, you’ve been eroded by the mysterious forces left from eight thousand years ago. Don’t worry, I’ll purify you."

In an instant, Qin Ming felt boundless killing intent, like an abyss emerging, ready to swallow him completely.

The opponent’s body was teeming with vitality—surely a young master of surpassing depths in Taoist mastery, intending to kill him outright, but why?

Qin Ming realized his Immortal Road technique had a flaw. Although covered by his Consciousness Spiritual Light, when the opponent cut through the Rune Gold Rope with his fingers, he must have detected it, revealing Qin Ming’s identity.

"Cui Chongxiao!" Qin Ming called out the name. This age, with such unfathomable Taoist mastery, combined with intense hostility, could only point to a few people.

Thus, he immediately identified the opponent. He was one of the two dragons of the Cui Family, Cui Chonghe’s elder brother, apprenticed to an old senior of Esoteric Buddhism.

"Second brother, long time no see. You’ve been polluted by the residual resonance here, I’m here to help you," the tall silhouette opposite him slowly stepped forward.

Flames of fury surged within Qin Ming; back then, as Cui Chonghe’s double, he bore disaster for Cui Er, attracting hostile attention and indeed experienced several assassination attempts.

The Cui Family not only discarded him like a worn-out cart horse but continued to target him repeatedly afterward.

"You’re truly like an unyielding shadow!" Qin Ming had no opportunity to settle accounts, yet today, members of the Cui Family appeared before him with vivid malice.

His eyes were deep, never had he so resented a family.

At this moment, Qin Ming tensed his whole body, directly taking out the Divine Measuring Ruler, fully prepared, knowing clearly that this person’s realm was extremely high and perilous.

"Cui Chongxiao, damn you... Heavenly Light Milkshake!" Qin Ming couldn’t help but blurt out in greeting.