Night Without End

Chapter 1686: Chapter 666: Divine Magnetic Storm—The Far Shore

The vast Divine Magnetic Storm linked heaven and earth, crackling endlessly. Heavenly Light poured down as Thunder Fire cascaded like a waterfall, and dense streams of magnetic light surged and rolled, tearing the nearby mountain ridges to shreds.

The heavy clouds that filled the sky also completely collapsed, and in an instant were swept into the vortex of the storm.

Deep within the Divine Magnetic Storm, a pitch-black whirlpool lay across the void, like the raging waves of the Northern Netherworld surging up against the sky’s curtain, a giant sea eye turning, intent on devouring mountains and all living things.

As Qin Ming fell, his whole body went numb; this was already thanks to his mastery of the Taichu Thunder Seal—otherwise his body might have gone stiff long ago.

That wasn’t the most terrifying part. What made his heart tremble was that tearing Power, as if even his Pure Yang Consciousness was about to be ground to pieces.

He saw towering mountains that pierced the clouds being severed, falling into the maelstrom and turning into dust on the spot.

Qin Ming’s expression was solemn. He wrapped his consciousness in Exotic Gold Cloth, then stopped struggling, letting his body be pulled into the gigantic divine magnetic vortex.

The divine magnetic light was like a sea, violently surging, howling and spinning, suddenly ripping the night sky apart.

Qin Ming seemed to hear a dull, heavy breathing; listening closely, it was more like the earth’s magnetism tugging at the Outer Heaven Thunder Fire, colliding in some kind of rhythm.

It was actually accompanied by a terrifying radiation—the extraordinary power within it was rather hair-raising!

On Qin Ming’s skin surfaced a Golden Silk Jade Robe, fully arming his body.

After a short while, that terrible radiation and the ocean of magnetic light abruptly vanished. He tumbled out of the Divine Magnetic Storm’s Black Hole and drifted down through the night sky.

The many peaks that had been severed earlier, whether ten-thousand-jun boulders, or plants and soil, had all become dust and were blown away by the Fierce gusts of wind.

Qin Ming did not know where he had arrived; he did not dare to directly use his Taoist cultivation, and still went with the flow, slowly descending toward the boundless ground.

This was far faster than he’d expected. He had only just entered the majestic Shenci Cave, and in the blink of an eye had passed through it, already arriving at an unknown Earth Realm.

Qin Ming carefully felt things out—the Tao Rhythm here was different. Could he really have crossed hundreds of millions of miles?

The night here was especially deep, and a Divine Material existed, radiating from afar.

With the naked eye he actually couldn’t penetrate the dense black fog region, and couldn’t see what lay at the horizon’s end.

Qin Ming’s heart thumped. Could he really have dropped straight into the depths of the Yewu World?

They say you attract what you fear; he really didn’t want his crow’s mouth to turn into a prophecy.

He kept his Spirit taut, highly on guard.

Deeper in the Yewu World, there were Heavenly Immortals who had gone mad.

As for the very deepest part, he truly did not dare imagine what kind of scene it might be.

Qin Ming did not let a single ripple of Mana leak out; he honestly played the role of a free-falling leaf, gradually drawing close to the ground.

Very soon, he sensed something.

"No, the Spirit Essence in the night sky is still fairly dense, yet it’s so thin on the ground. This doesn’t feel like we’ve gone deep into a dangerous Forbidden Land."

It is said that Immortal Mountains nurture spiritual grace; the Spirit Essence and Dragon Energy spewing from the earth determine the rise and fall of an entire Domain. If it’s too barren, no High level Creatures would be willing to stay, much less settle for long.

Qin Ming let out a slight breath of relief—the thing he feared most had not happened.

The fog was very thick, and he noticed a faint firelight.

"That’s a Fire Spring. Its grade shouldn’t be very high," Qin Ming judged.

He slipped through the heavy fog, cautiously drawing nearer.

A peaceful village sat ahead. The Fire Spring shed a gentle glow. The buildings were very simple—coarse stone walls, gray old tiles—and at this moment thin cooking smoke was rising.

Sparse raindrops were falling, and in the Fire Field in front of the village, an Old Huang Niu was plowing the land.

Qin Ming completely relaxed. Good—this was definitely not some high-risk area.

Everything before his eyes was very plain. This should be a village in some remote region.

Qin Ming muttered to himself, "Good thing I didn’t drop into a Forbidden Land. At least it’s not a Hell start."

He summoned the Two Puppets and resonated with them, sending one ahead to scout the way.

Mainly, Little Worm’s aura was too unique—he didn’t look like a good person. To avoid startling the villagers, it was better to let the Two Puppets, who looked dignified and righteous at a glance, make an appearance.

Coming to not far from the Fire Field, Qin Ming was surprised—the Old Huang Niu was plowing all by itself, with no owner watching over it.

He couldn’t help sighing; this old ox had very high self-awareness, far more diligent than Fifth Brother.

Then he walked forward, and couldn’t help being taken aback. In a plot of field blocked by a slope, there was also an Old Horse working hard.

In addition, a spotted dog was also working, scattering seed and even knowing how to cover it with soil. It not only knew how to guard the house and protect the yard, it actually knew how to farm.

"They’re all very Spiritual." Qin Ming naturally saw that the ox and horse had mutated; otherwise, how could they understand how to farm on their own?

The Old Huang Niu lifted its head, as if knowing what he was thinking, and spoke: "I’m growing spirit grain for myself, self-sufficient."

These few Alien Species were actually the masters of the Fire Field? Qin Ming froze—this place seemed rather different from what he had imagined.

Their mutation level was not high, all around the Second Realm, which was also why Qin Ming wasn’t too concerned.

He glanced over. The seeds being sown were all top-grade Spirit Grain, capable of becoming the rations of a Cultivator.

"You’re one of the outsiders?" the old ox asked in an uncertain tone.

Of course, this was an exchange of consciousness.

The Yewu World was simply too vast; cross even a small region and speech would become unintelligible, so communication through Spirit naturally became the first choice.

"Yes." Qin Ming nodded.

"Yet another Seeker of Immortality," the old ox said, looking slightly a bit constrained.

Qin Ming was puzzled—he had just arrived, so how had people already put him in a category beforehand?

The Old Huang Niu said, "My lord, my ancestors also came from the outside world. By my generation, we’ve long since declined, almost fallen back into ordinary cattle. If you want to inquire about secret matters, you’d better wait until the experts in the village return, then ask them. What I know is limited, or you can go to the ancient town in the distance."

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