Night Without End

Chapter 1574: Chapter 634: Doushuai Temple Arc Concludes

The silver horse treaded upon dust, its four hooves gleaming, hide bright as silver frost without the slightest blemish of mixed color. Its form was long and elegant, like streaming clouds pouring jade, incomparably divine and spirited.

Qin Ming sat sideways on the horse’s back, actually riding it backward, a smile like the morning glow hanging from his face as he waved farewell toward the rear.

With a puffing sound, Luo Shaohua coughed out a large mouthful of fresh blood, her body swaying, almost toppling to the ground. That "Willful Horse" had been split off from her Spiritual Domain.

"You dare insult me!" She gnashed her teeth, wanting to pursue and kill, yet in a battle between equals of the same Realm, she truly could not defeat him.

"No need to see me off." Qin Ming lightly patted the silver horse. It chased the wind and pursued lightning, rushing out of the mountain forest.

"That was my heart-mind avatar..." Luo Shaohua was beside herself with fury, shouting at the broken cloth hanging in the night sky.

In this night’s battle, she lost the lady and broke the soldiers. The Exotic Gold Cloth, the silver horse, the blood-colored Vajra—each one made her chest ache violently, her hundred meridians clogged, and even the Light of the Soul was shrouded by a black haze.

Suddenly, a sheet of Immortal radiance fell, accompanied by white mist, sweeping across her.

Luo Shaohua stood unmoving, this fragment of time and space seeming to solidify, frozen at this eternal instant.

She was Lost, forgetting many things, including that silver Willful Horse.

Seeing this, Qin Ming shouted, "Old Bu, if you’re cutting off hidden dangers, you have to be thorough. You dragged me here for this decisive battle, I can be considered to have had my life’s trajectory altered by you..."

With a hum, before his words were finished, he was driven out of the ruined mountain range.

Qin Ming knew he was about to leave.

Old Bu sent out ripples across the Void, saying, "The blood-colored Vajra is attached to a Residual Spirit."

"I can’t deal with it?" Qin Ming was horrified on the spot; otherwise, why would the usually taciturn Old Bu bother to warn him?

In an instant he understood the situation. This unknown danger stemmed from the effects of his altered trajectory.

Thus, Old Bu transmitted his voice at the right moment.

Qin Ming asked, "If it’s placed into your internal space, can it be worn down?"

Old Bu returned to his cold aloofness, giving only one word: "Yes!"

"Then what are we waiting for?" Qin Ming offered up that old object. It was bright red, yet not in a perfectly round state, with some edges and corners, cast from Kun Steel.

In terms of material, it was of the same origin as that ancient bracelet of the Supreme Elder, only the color differed.

Red glow flashed, and this treasure sank into the broken cloth.

"How long until it’s obliterated?" Qin Ming pressed.

"A few days at the shortest, half a year at the longest." Old Bu responded; today he had spoken more than in the past several years combined.

Qin Ming was in high spirits, beginning to yearn for the future.

He believed that through this Vajra in physical form, there was an eighty percent chance he could resonate out a supreme Miao Technique, which made his heart incomparably excited, filled with fierce anticipation.

The silver horse’s form was well-proportioned; when still, it was elegantly detached from the dust of the world, when in motion, like silver lightning ripping the sky, bearing Qin Ming as he was about to enter the real world.

Qin Ming gathered his mind, gently patting the horse’s back. It instantly turned into a strand of Silver Light, attaching itself onto the Exotic Gold Blade.

"You’ll lodge here for now."

He absolutely did not dare let the silver horse appear in public; if someone from the Blood Xuan Du Organization recognized it as connected to Luo Shaohua, some people would undoubtedly slaughter madly.

Before leaving, Qin Ming called out, "Old Bu, are there any more opponents like Luo Shaohua? Actually, I can still take the field and keep fighting!"

The main reason was that this time the opponent had given far too much.

Just for the possible Power of Transforming Hu into Buddha contained within the blood-colored Vajra, everything was worth it.

Soundless and without a trace, Qin Ming returned. In the distance, shouts of killing shook the heavens.

He urged his horse without pause, charging over immediately, merging into the battlefield.

Inevitably, Doushuai Temple and the Immortal Remnant Organization had already erupted into a great war.

Many people kept looking toward the night sky, staring at that enormous bright moon.

Within it, saber flashes and sword shadows crisscrossed; someone was locked in ferocious combat.

Not long ago, that Holy Moon pressing horizontally across the night had briefly gone dark for an instant; later it reignited, once more becoming brilliantly resplendent.

Qin Ming was astonished. Was that the place of his battle to the death with Luo Shaohua?

At present, Luo Shaohua should still be inside, but he had already left.

Qin Ming spoke inwardly, "Old Bu is barely reliable, at least he didn’t bring disaster down on me."

Many people felt regret, wishing they could soar into the sky to peer within.

"Too bad, we can’t see clearly and can’t approach. We only know it’s a man and a woman fighting, and both absolutely have heaven-shaking backgrounds." No one could draw near that Holy Moon.

Qin Ming was also gazing from afar, feeling that this should be an ancient battle scene from long ago, not his clash with Luo Shaohua.

Those temporary owners from antiquity had all passed into dust and tales, yet the battle scenes of that time were being re-projected in this later age.

Qin Ming pondered: if he died, would Old Bu also record him, displaying him to later generations like this?

At this moment, he had already entered the depths of the battlefield, coming face to face with many acquaintances.

Of course, after only slight contact with each, he would once again move far away, roaming and fighting across different areas, constantly hunting enemies.

Not long after, Old Furnace appeared, warning, "Mingzi, don’t be so reckless; you must not rush to the very front."

The main force at this time was naturally the old seniors, who had activated the Heavenly Encompassing Array, filtering the enemy as a whole. The truly ferocious big fish were all at the front.

Qin Ming was inwardly shocked. The overall strength of Doushuai Temple was formidable. At the foremost Domain, the Seven Stars Sword opened the way, sword light dense and countless, filling the night sky like endless star rivers interwoven.

On the other side, the Yin Banana Fan fanned Fierce gusts of wind. That was a genuine Wind Disaster rampaging, able to instantly blow a giant city into fine powder, tearing open the firmament.

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Doushuai Temple was simply too wealthy, employing a style of "luxury" warfare.

Those were true Heavenly Immortal Relics; whether or not they were imitations, in any case they had all been refined up to the Eighth Realm.

Of course, constrained by the current overall environment, they were unable to display their strongest might.

Some of the treasures had fallen from that Inverted Doushuai Temple, representing a certain supreme will.

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