Night Without End

Chapter 1532: Chapter 622: Immortal Remnants (4)

Some supreme martial halls have even been decimated by their experiment subjects.

Qin Ming inhaled the night fog upon hearing this—could supreme martial halls be destroyed?

Even though he knew through ages past, no dojo has ever endured eternally on this earth; rise and fall is common, and they always get replaced.

Even places like Yujing, Doushuai Temple, and the Demon Court are no exception; ultimately, they become nothing more than dust in history.

However, being wiped out by their own research subjects—that was quite bizarre.

Old Furnace said, "Because the ’experimental materials’ they used were too terrifying—they excavated top-level ancient tombs and the subjects were former strongest beings from ancient times."

Qin Ming’s face changed; he knew how terrifying those figures could be—some individuals might even wake again!

Just like the chairman by his side—he had already experienced a resurgence.

And those Two Puppets, possessing unfathomable power, lay quietly dormant. As for Little Worm, its evilness soared to the heavens; no matter how you see it, it was not a benevolent being.

Li Qingyue softly asked, "Did those experiment subjects live from ancient times to nowadays?"

Old Furnace replied, "Hard to say. Those from ancient times probably rotted long ago and returned to dust. Those from nearer times have a greater chance of staying alive."

Li Qingyue was stunned and remarked, "Immortal remnants—are there more than one faction? Even with past lessons learned, other dojos still follow suit?"

Old Furnace sighed, "The only lesson those supreme martial halls learned from history is that they never learned any lessons from history."

The immortal experiment subjects that broke free from their shackles changed drastically in disposition, wreaked havoc far and wide, and continued research according to their modified experiences, recruiting people into their fold, growing into formidable powers.

Such organizations are typically utterly bloodthirsty, considering living beings as mere weeds, becoming calamities.

Even if the original immortal experiment subjects died of old age, their remnants continued to wreak havoc; these are the immortal remnants.

"And some immortal remnants, at their most brilliant stage, even became supreme martial halls," Old Furnace said, his mood heavy.

Hence, not all supreme martial halls are peaceful; certain realms under the night fog resemble purgatories on earth, extremely terrifying.

Qin Ming asked, "At what level are these immortal remnants?"

Old Furnace gravely responded, "Very dangerous—existing over four thousand years and yet not extinguished—they’re rather terrifying immortal remnants."

According to what he said, a millennium, two millennia, three millennia—each millennial milestone is a threshold, concerning whether the original immortal experiment subjects still survive and if the organization evolved into a top-tier dojo.

Li Qingyue looked solemn, "Are they planning to invade Doushuai Temple?"

Old Furnace replied, "These immortal remnants, dwelling over four thousand years, though strong, are not quite there; an invasion seems unlikely."

For now, only a fairly active group from the organization is roaming nearby realms, with no sign they’ll act whole-heartedly, taking aggressive risky maneuvers.

Li Qingyue said, "In such a large environment today, being fairly active—that implies stopping at the Fifth Realm, peaking at Great Grandmaster?"

Old Furnace replied, "Normally, yes."

Under Doushuai Temple’s reign, where forces are robust, they naturally fight ’wealthy wars,’ leaving no openings for opponents.

Old Furnace reminded, "Immortal remnants are highly adaptable. Their cultivation techniques often involve harvesting human medicinal resources, battle-fed battles—bloodthirsty and terrifying."

At night, a team of nearly two thousand set off.

Warships quietly sailed through Mist Gate, advancing toward the Outer Domain.

Three thousand miles from Doushuai Temple’s jurisdiction perimeter, lay a small city; Fire Spring was eerie, entangled by blood mist, and the entire city was surrounded by a scarlet glow.

The small city of fewer than fifty thousand people was deathly silent; blood stained the streets, corpses hung from the city gate towers, swaying in the wind as if devoid of flesh, leaving only skin behind.

The whole city was dead, without survivors.

Every household had only corpses remaining; the entire city reduced to a massive graveyard.

When Doushuai Temple’s ship arrived, an elder soared into the sky, with evil qi in his eyes.

"Beasts! This group of immortal remnants appears insanely brutal, using other beings as blood meals to evolve—kill on sight!"

"Are they provoking us?"

"This is a test against us!"

Soon, covert lines reported back, pinpointing the position of those immortal remnants—fifteen thousand miles away, not having left this realm.

"Attack!"

Finally, on a desolate plain, Doushuai Temple’s warships caught up with the group, sparking intense battles between both sides.

This group of immortal remnants numbered only around five hundred, but each was fearless, a fierce foe, unexpectedly strong.

"Could they be the direct lineage? They even have grandmaster-level saints!"

Shockingly, even a top-tier saint like Wang Pan had his arm severed by a grandmaster during their confrontation.

Despite his bravery, the Seven Stars Sword pierced his opponent’s chest, but evidently, he sustained more severe injuries.

Had he not had a protector; tonight, his prospects would have been grim.

Thud!

On Doushuai Temple’s side, a newly ascended saint was shredded by several top grandmasters in tandem, slices of saber light passing through, extinguishing his Pure Yang Consciousness, and his life force partitioned among them.

Despite having a great grandmaster protecting him, assistance attempts failed.

Because one of the immortal remnants’ great grandmasters obstructed the protector, nearly executing them amid bloodthirsty melee.

With a ’thud,’ the immortal remnants’ great grandmaster was crushed by Doushuai Temple’s grim-faced Ancestor Master.

He muttered lowly, "So disappointing—you sorely lack experience!"

Yet the next instant, his pupils widened; he teleported, rushing into the sky, defiantly soaring.

Amid explosive night battles, grandmaster-level clashes erupted, evident that both parties possessed primordial qi to sustain their states.

With Grandmaster blood splattering everywhere, Doushuai Temple’s elder and the powerful immortal remnant both fell in injurious stalemate after shattering cloud layers.

Qin Ming’s pupils constricted; the overall combat strength of immortal remnants was tremendously strong!

Despite totaling only around five hundred, they showed no quarter against fourfold greater opponents, fearlessly retaliating in assault.

Amid blood fights, Qin Ming encountered a grandmaster suddenly appearing to his right, with a jet-black palm growing into millstone size, attempting to strike Li Qingyue.

Qin Ming appeared out of nowhere, kicking that massive black hand into an explosion, blasting the grandmaster along with it.

"Grandmaster-level saint? What luck—premium human resource!" A young man teleported over, focusing on Qin Ming.

"You still dare approach knowing my status?" Qin Ming coldly eyed him, extending his hand forward.

The youth sneered, "Saints like you, raised within secret realms, appear as great supplements to us saint hunters, forged from blood and fire—ideal materials for our War Bodies."

Suddenly, his grin froze, lunging a long spear that was blown apart by Qin Ming’s palm press, shattering his arm, followed by his torso.

"How is it possible?" He barely uttered this before Qin Ming, fully unleashed, exploded him, leaving not even his Divine Soul, flung into a Broken Cloth Space, feeding the golden silk parasol.

A great grandmaster appeared ghost-like, attacking Qin Ming.

With a metallic ’clang,’ Qin Ming drew his snow-white Exotic Gold Blade—once a prize from a Supreme Blood Battle, it had almost rusted from disuse.

With a ringing ’clash,’ Old Furnace fiercely collided without waiting for Qin Ming to swing the blade; it lost patience first.

The battle was gruesome; although Doushuai Temple possessed more strength and absolute numerical advantage, significant casualties still occurred.

Even a great grandmaster fell, saints found death, not to mention elite disciples.

On their return, high-ranking members wore faces so dark, they seemed to drip water.

Though they annihilated that group, they felt chest-tightening frustration—saints, the emblematic disciples, slain by a band of unruly villains.

"Utter humiliation!"

"A great grandmaster... lost one to them."

"We haven’t had blood battles in too long—your hardships start now!"

...

Next day, Qin Ming secluded himself to further his ascension.

Meanwhile, a distant visitor arrived.

Zhen Gui received the news and grew exceptionally excited, bathed and dressed, preparing to welcome his uncle.

The Great Saint himself coming—who could challenge him then? See if that madman could still casually declare, "Heart placed beyond dust; shepherding the drifting clouds, indifferent to short versus long in the world"—surely he’d bow low.

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