Night Without End

Chapter 1657: Chapter 657: Treasure From Head to Toe (Part 3)

"It’s fine. Even if his potential is immense and the Secret Treasure yet to be excavated is astonishing, it still needs to be redeemed in the future. He’s still young; right now he can’t grasp it."

"This round should be in the bag!"

Except for one person, everyone else held an optimistic attitude.

On the battlefield, Hong Dao himself was overflowing with confidence. Who was he? Placed upon the Immortal Road, he was an Eight day Stacker, a king among peers of the same realm.

The higher the realm, the harder it was to maintain one’s original form of life. By the Eighth Realm, there were already almost none who could accomplish it!

"Haha... Heaven has not cut off my path!" Hong Dao’s body, like charred coal, continued to shine.

He had originally thought his story would end here, closing in bleak tragedy, that he would die in the hands of a junior. Yet now he welcomed a major turning point.

"Half an incense-stick’s time is enough!" A murderous gleam surfaced in his eyes.

A true expert can often decide life and death in a single instant.

Qin Ming saw his current state and did not rush to attack, waiting for his True Body to draw near.

"I’ll let you taste what despair truly is, what the strongest power in the same realm really means!" Hong Dao’s voice was icy. He was calm and unhurried as he took the initiative to strike at Qin Ming.

This time, he was simple and direct. His right hand pushed out on a flat line, wreathed in a vast number of Immortal Seals, erupting with a sound like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.

The Void itself shuddered; the celestial sanctuary Relics beneath his feet crumbled apart.

Hong Dao’s display allowed the few powerhouses in the distance to breathe out in relief.

"It’s steady. As long as he can perform normally, nothing will be a problem."

"Old Hong has once retraced his steps to fight a junior. There shouldn’t be any suspense."

"Mm. After casting off the state of an oil-lamp burning out, whether in combat experience or various Miao Techniques and methods, he holds the advantage. He ought to crush the young opponent."

On the battlefield, Hong Dao thought the same. Now was his... moment upon the main stage!

However, he had not expected his opponent’s baleful aura to pierce the heavens, expression indifferent, not avoiding his edge in the slightest. A palm simply swung over, directly colliding with his own.

Thump!

As though the Celestial Drum was being beaten, the Void surged and shook.

Divine Radiance soared ten thousand zhang high; Thunder Fire exploded, forming a terrifying storm of Divine Power over this Earth Realm. Divine Material surged madly, expanding outward.

On the Cliff, those few powerhouses who saw this scene suddenly fell silent.

That man of the later age had actually blocked Hong Dao’s flatly pushed palm?

Hong Dao’s pupils contracted as he said, "Turning back at the Eighth Realm, I achieved flawless perfection in the Grandmaster Domain. With a casual strike I could claim supremacy, yet he actually withstood it head-on?"

Qin Ming said nothing, but answered blow for blow. His second palm was already whipping across, incomparably overbearing, utterly intent on clashing to the bitter end, like needle against needle, blade against blade.

Hong Tao’s whole skeletal frame was jarred until it crackled, the charred-black substance on his body rustling as it fell away.

His heart was sinking. Was this opponent really so fierce? His power was immensely vast, enough that even he felt a twinge of dread.

He had wanted to crush ten with one, to suppress his opponent by sheer force, but that wish came to nothing.

This situation was extremely unfavorable to him; half an incense-stick’s time... was no longer enough.

Thump!

His arm was shaken until it throbbed with sharp pain, and some of the Immortal Seals upon it went dark.

"This is bad. Hong Dao’s flesh and organs have long since been scorched. He has no abundant qi and blood circulating; he’s in an exceedingly adverse situation."

In the distance, the faces of those on the Cliff grew dark.

In that instant, Hong Dao stopped trying to pursue a crushing advantage and swiftly employed a Miao Technique. His Divine Soul blazed violently, intending to use taboo means to sever his opponent’s life.

Soundless and traceless, the Void twisted. Above Qin Ming’s head, it was as though invisible roots were descending, seeking to quietly burrow into his skull.

Rip!

Outside his body, Chaos Force began to circulate of its own accord, blocking the erosion of that inexplicable power. Night Fog exploded outward and suddenly surged with terrifying ripples.

Qin Ming’s Spiritual Clarity flared; he opened the rebirth’s Eye and saw those green roots, extremely eerie, dropping out of the Void, striving to enter his body.

They could pierce his skull, but what they ultimately sought to invade was his Spiritual Field.

At the same time, Qin Ming saw that within Hong Dao’s skull, the light of Pure Yang Consciousness was incomparably resplendent. At its center, a green lotus was extending its roots.

In the distance, upon the Cliff, someone spoke in a deep voice: "An unparalleled Miao Technique of the Consciousness Realm truly did fall into Hong Dao’s hands. Today he’s been driven into a corner; he can no longer hide it."

"Turbid World Green Lotus, belonging to the Divine Soul Domain’s Forbidden Techniques. Even if only a single Residual Spirit remains, it can undergo Resurgence within the turbid world and recover."

"Old Hong has sensed that he cannot end the battle within half an incense-stick’s time. Now he plans to completely abandon his exhausted Body, extending the life of his Divine Soul, winning more time for himself."

Clearly, for this Miao Technique, offense comes second; most important is that it strengthens the soul.

Hong Tao’s charred body shattered, chunks breaking off and falling to the ground. He was severing his own flesh to nourish his Divine Soul, thoroughly relinquishing his Body.

"Hmm? Inside my gate... there’s still some foundation." At this moment, Hong Tao suddenly sensed something, his heart surging like a stormy sea.

These were his heart words; it was impossible to shout them out.

He burned his soul, pried open the gate within his body, squandered his own Secret Treasure, and had thought everything within the gate was destroyed, all consumed along the way.

After all, he had already severed his connection with the gate; it was deathly still in there.

He truly hadn’t expected that when he abandoned his Body and cut everything off, during the collapse of the gate he would actually manage to probe out faint threads of Power.

"The Secret Treasure within the gate is indeed destroyed; only one item is hanging outside a drafty crack, having entered a Chaotic Space, and could disappear at any time."

The gate within Hong Dao’s body had completely gone dark, its sense long since lost.

Now, he used a Spiritual Fishing Line, extending it out from the crack, exploring a "Realm Gate" that did not belong to him, and captured an item back.

It was a Treasure Vase, only the size of a finger.

Its luster was dim, already damaged, the Tao Patterns almost all extinguished.

Even the item inside had already been partially exposed.

"It’s actually an Immortal Elixir—Starsea Silver Lotus!"

"Five hundred years ago, this Big Medicine actually fell into Hong Dao’s hands."

"Sadly, this elixir has been burned, most likely already useless."

The Treasure Vase was originally forged from Exotic Gold, yet even it had been burned and damaged.

The main thing was, Hong Dao had never imagined that he himself would become a sacrifice, abruptly set on the road, with no time at all to take out the various Divine Objects from his Secret Treasure.

The Exotic Metal Treasure Bottle had not yet completely collapsed.

Hong Dao dodged Qin Ming’s attack and drew out a charred plant from the vase.

It had originally eight leaves; now only two remained, pitch-black, with just a faint trace of Silver Light.

"It’s still alive!" Hong Dao was overjoyed.

Starsea Silver Lotus—this kind of Miracle Medicine simply cannot exist on the surface, because the conditions for its survival are absent. It must be irrigated with Outer Heaven Light, Flowing Fire, starlight and the like to grow.

In Yewu World, where could one find the Power of Stars?

After Hong Dao obtained this elixir, he would periodically draw outer space materials to irrigate it. He’d raised it till now, never bearing to use it in Alchemy.

Today, after going through this calamity, the Immortal Elixir still had a trace of activity; this undoubtedly brought him hope of living.

"This elixir can nourish Consciousness Spiritual Light. If it were a complete plant, Hong Dao should be able to achieve Resurgence; even as it is, his turning point has appeared once again!"

"Haha..." Hong Dao laughed loudly. Heaven had given him hope again and again, opening a path of survival for him—did this mean he could completely reverse the situation and defy the heavens to change his fate?

Naturally, he did not delay at all. One of the pitch-black leaves had already sunk into his Soul Light.

The leaf was not completely necrotic; there was silver brilliance flashing.

As he laughed, he also felt deep heartache—such an Immortal Elixir had nearly been ruined, over ninety percent of its medicinal Power gone.

Hong Dao chain-teleported, pulling distance from Qin Ming.

Suddenly, his expression turned terrified—the Starsea Silver Lotus Immortal Elixir in his hand actually... vanished without reason!

"My elixir..."

He could hardly believe it. His hand was empty; even the broken Treasure Vase was gone.

His heart trembled, scalp tingling, and he retreated at extreme speed.

Otherwise, he felt his own situation was perilous, that he was about to fall into some unknown space.

Violent fluctuations surged, followed by the eruption of a terrifying fist light—someone was ambushing him.

Hong Dao disappeared from where he stood and kept his guard up from afar.

Without a doubt, this was Qin Ming’s doing. Qin Ming’s Consciousness was attached to the Old Bu, smuggled over, always hiding in a suitable spot, quietly awaiting the right moment.

A Big Medicine that even an Eighth Realm Powerhouse coveted—how could Qin Ming not be tempted? At the critical instant, he suddenly plundered, using the broken cloth to seize the elixir and take the man.

Hong Dao escaped the broken cloth’s devouring, but the Starsea Silver Lotus had changed hands.

Qin Ming examined it carefully; the roots of this elixir were still alive, and the sole remaining leaf also had activity. He was extremely pleased and stored it away.

"The heartache makes it hard to breathe. This was originally a complete top-grade Immortal Elixir, yet now only a crippled remnant remains." His mood was now the same as Hong Dao’s.

Qin Ming took a deep breath, adjusting his state of mind.

He looked toward that opponent from the mysterious Earth Realm, sensing that this person was a walking treasury.

Just as his eyes now saw, the Consciousness Soul Light within Hong Dao’s skull was dazzling; there was even a green lotus taking root there, his Soul Power gradually recovering. What kind of Miao Technique was that?

Qin Ming’s True Body had arrived; his eyes burned with greed, ready to rob the rich to aid the poor.

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