Night Without End

Chapter 1430 - 596: Calamity Site Revisited_2

In the field, Little Worm’s hair danced wildly as evil qi soared to the sky!

Faced with such a savage monster like the ghost, it indeed required a strong antagonist-like figure to suppress it.

In an instant, dozens or even hundreds of shadows were shredded by the Thunder Seal, leaving behind a cold, bloody scene. Only Little Worm stood with hands behind his back.

Qin Ming murmured to himself, "This place is very close to the site of the blood incident, and Brother Lu met with mishap nearby. Why are there so many ghosts? Is there any connection between them?"

This was within the former Da Qian territory, a vast highland, a desolate place where no grass grew, absolute darkness with not a hint of light.

Qin Ming dared to come here, naturally because Xie Yunshu had mentioned that when the Ancestor Masters explored this place, it was not dangerous.

But now, it was connected to the Night Ruins, which did not match Xie Yunshu’s words.

"Or, was it that there was an ancient pathway connecting to the Night Ruins here before, but it normally didn’t manifest, was sealed, until Yujing fell and the world changed, the ancient fissures were shaken out again?"

In the hidden Void fissures, Golden Radiance shot out, and the long tongue probed out again, with dozens of golden eyeballs upon it, exploding the Night Fog, the long tongue stabbing at Little Worm.

The several-meter-long tongue at this moment was like a venomous dragon, scarlet as blood, the eyeballs ferocious, and its shrill cries disturbed the spirits of men.

Little Worm’s hands glowed, and a pair of giant palms materialized in front, entirely a Transformation of Chaos Force, captured the long tongue with a bang.

The long tongue impressively had Grandmaster level Taoist power, but it was still not enough against Little Worm, forcibly pulled out from the Void fissure, its entire form being tongue-shaped.

With a bang, Little Worm’s Heavenly Light Hand crushed it to pieces.

This was the most straightforward manifestation of greatly enhanced power. In the past, Qin Ming needed to avoid these strange occurrences, but now they were blasted directly.

He stared at the Night Ruins entrance and said, "Go in and take a look."

Naturally, it was Little Worm who entered, in a state of resonance, not needing consciousness attachment, a most safe and reliable way of Borrowing Body.

This was seen as Qin Ming inheriting the backbone of Ye State.

Little Worm’s evil qi surged, speaking no words, striding towards the fissure.

Without a doubt, he was now a trial-and-error adventurer.

If he had a soul, he would surely shout: "Worm shall rise, change fate for self."

"What’s going on?" Qin Ming was astonished, seeing the true state of the Night Ruins.

This was a wilderness, blue Fire Springs flowing, at the horizon’s edge a charred area where many monsters were worshipping like pilgrims.

"Worm’s life is also life, cannot be hasty." Qin Ming retreated.

For now, the main concern was important; he first needed to investigate the true state of the site of the old blood calamity.

"Among the three stone mountains, a mound should be near this area." Qin Ming pressed forward.

Close to the site of the blood incident, not very distant from the Void fissure, after flying over a stone mountain, he arrived at Lu Zizai’s site of suffering from that year.

"So many ghosts!"

Qin Ming looked down, between the three mountains, the surface was charred black, many Night Ruins monsters prowling, some sentient beings seemed to be praying, like pilgrimage.

Qin Ming was stunned; this charred soil here was very similar to the one in the Night Ruins, hence attracting many monsters?

Little Worm, with a straight posture, slowly descended from above.

He stood at the center of the scorched earth, resulting in all monsters opening their ashy eyes, showing fierceness, staring at him intently.

Then, accompanied by ghastly screams, a group of monsters charged at him, malevolent qi overwhelming.

Qin Ming did not slack off because, back in the no-man’s zone when encountering ghosts, ordinary people would surely die; he had no mental burden killing ghosts here.

He stood still, unwavering; however, centered on him, a chorus of Thousand Cicadas rose, black and white light sweeping out, a pair of hands about to tear through the night sky appeared... True Form shifting, indefinite, sweeping through the monsters all around.

This was the terrifying use of True Form, in an instant, shattering nearly two hundred fierce monsters.

Simultaneously, Qin Ming resonated with those sentient monster leaders.

"Is this...the Supreme God’s resting place?"

Qin Ming’s eyes changed, as if realizing this was of such great importance, related to the Night Ruins perhaps?

He resonated with Little Worm, spreading wide his sleeves, Fierce gusts of wind howling, cleansing the monster remnants, yet not touching the charred soil at all.

Qin Ming’s Heavenly Light Melding Consciousness, steering broken cloth, came to the spot in person.

Little Worm then stood aside, responsible for vigilance.

Qin Ming investigated here, except for the charred soil, nothing was special, no wonder Ancestor Masters found no clues.

With his Spirit highly focused, he valued this place, then sunk into the pitch-black ground, seriously resonating.

"There’s some emotional residue, extremely unique, ethereal, arrogant, vast as an abyss..."

Qin Ming was shaken, briefly touching it caused a tremendous shock to his spirit, nearly driving him out of this state.

It should be known, he was now a First Generation Grandmaster, usually leftover emotions couldn’t possibly shake him, yet he still had a feeling as if his Spiritual Field was about to be torn.

There must have been incredibly terrifying presences descending here.

In an instant, Qin Ming saw a Divine sight, an antiquated old house, exuding a rich sense of decay, appearing in sight.

"Creak creak!"

He even heard the sound of a broken wooden door being pushed open.

From the door gap, a large amount of white mist rolled out, some lifeform about to come forth.

At this moment, Qin Ming’s highly focused spirit was very tense; despite this being a past scene, his mental strings were still fully stretched.

However, the scene seemed frozen, as if endless mottled time was accumulating, the speed of the broken wooden door opening slowed to a near halt.