Night Without End
Chapter 190 - 120 Splendid Celestial Fate

Chapter 190: Chapter 120 Splendid Celestial Fate

Qin Ming stood on the slope bathed in Heavenly Light, looking at the huge pit above and sighed, "As an old friend, I’ve truly done all I can. Whether you can seize this boundless Immortal Fate depends on yourself now."

Zheng Maoze had never felt such agony before. The artifact that could elevate him to being Close to Immortal, the millennium-old artifact that stabilized the teaching, was right before his eyes.

But if he reached out to grab it, he could likely become the target of everyone.

Mysterious runes engraved on the body of the furnace gleamed brilliantly, casting Divine Radiance onto his face while the Furnace of Eight Trigrams emitted wisps of immortal fog mingled with a faint scent of medicine, drifting to his nose.

How could he endure? It swayed his resolve.

Most crucially, it was within arm’s reach!

That was an item Close to Immortal, absorbing the "Heavenly Light" from beyond the night skies daily, able to purify the flesh, transform root bone, and enhance Consciousness Spiritual Light.

Zheng Maoze, burning with desire yet fearful of interception by everyone, was wounded. Thinking of escaping with the Furnace of Eight Trigrams wouldn’t be fast.

In a fleeting moment, which to his heart felt like enduring a decade of torment, he was drenched in sweat, body slightly trembling.

Who wouldn’t want to become one of the Close to Immortal Beings? This might be the biggest opportunity of his life!

Zheng Maoze reached out, touching the furnace covered in Immortal Patterns, feeling immense satisfaction inside.

With a ’puff’, blood spurted from his back where two of his bones were broken.

"I don’t mean to compete, just touching it!" Zheng Maoze shouted, at the last moment, with great determination, he cut off his greed and suppressed the raging fire in his heart.

He merelywanted to briefly handle it, so that when he looked back in the future, he wouldn’t feel too regretful; at the very least, he had touched an item Close to Immortal!

He thought a quick touch would be harmless. Yet, in the blink of an eye, someone delivered a deadly blow, and several disciples unexpectedly emerged nearby, some appeared from behind bluestones, others drilled out from crevices.

"Zeng Yuan, I gift you this boundless Immortal Fate!" Zheng Maoze spat out a mouthful of blood, hurling the Furnace of Eight Trigrams out toward someone he was close to.

He wasn’t looking out for his world-associated friend; it was purely out of frustration because among those who appeared behind him, was this good friend, although Zeng Yuan hadn’t made a move yet, he had already drawn a spiritual blade forged from Thunderstruck Wood.

Zeng Yuan was baffled, catching the furnace that was surrounded by Immortal Light felt surreal, as if his thoughts directly reflected reality. He trembled.

Then, he grabbed the furnace and turned to flee!

Zheng Maoze breathed out heavily, soaked in sweat, but finally escaped death. The moment he touched the Furnace of Eight Trigrams, a bloody hole appeared on his back. Any later, and he probably would have been shattered.

He harbored deep resentment, not a single person considered their fellowship, their attacks were dark and malicious.

Then, he felt helplessly melancholic, if it weren’t for breaking eighteen bones, he would’ve taken the furnace and fled, with a great chance of success!

"Who generously parts with the Furnace of Eight Trigrams to me?" he had only glanced briefly before; now, looking down, he saw a vague yet familiar silhouette waving and nodding at him.

"I’m dumbstruck..." Zheng Maoze’s body violently trembled, isn’t that the Six Imperial Lineage Inheritor who broke his dozens of bones?

He gnashed his teeth, face paler than iron; that guy knew his physical state, so he sent over such a big ’gift’!

"Zheng Dazhuang, don’t say I’m ungrateful for old times’ sake. You didn’t grasp this Creation yourself." Qin Ming shook his head lightly and looked away.

Zeng Yuan was covered in blood, staggering even more painfully than Zheng Maoze because he held the Furnace of Eight Trigrams longer and suffered doubled attacks.

He didn’t have the strength to secure an item Close to Immortal, not even quick enough to flee.

If not because many knew he was on good terms with Li Qingxu, he would’ve been in an even worse state.

"Zeng Yuan, over here!" Wang Caiwei waved to him and rushed over with people.

In a critical moment, Zeng Yuan exerted his strength, hurling the Furnace of Eight Trigrams into the pit because he spotted Li Qingxu; being practical, even if he had to give it up, it must go to a Core Disciple.

Wang Caiwei, ever smiling sweetly, her face suddenly froze. For a moment, terrifying Consciousness Spiritual Light radiated from her body.

Zeng Yuan doubted if he was hallucinating from the heavy injuries. Just then, he seemed to hear a sonic boom as Wang Caiwei angrily punched.

Without a doubt, a fierce battle erupted in the pit; several Core Disciples brawled mightily, uncertain where the Furnace of Eight Trigrams would end up, but it would definitely spark a bloody conflict.

Other Disciples dared not join, feeling deeply that compared to the Core Disciples, they were far inferior.

Tang Xumi, Jiang Shengyu, Hu Tingwen, Su Jingshu, Li Qingxu—the Five Core Disciples—would erupt in intense chaos.

They clearly knew, no one else posed a threat, only they among themselves were rivals, arriving at the ultimate stage.

On the slope, several figures were covered in Pure Yang Blood, radiating blinding Golden Radiance. While they acted, the edge of the pit collapsed, giant rocks tumbled, the destructive force immensely powerful.

Luo Qingge, Sun Jingtian had been eliminated earlier when dealing with an entity possessed by Cui Chonghe, both severely wounded.

However, the Core Disciples kept it quiet, others still unaware Cui Chonghe had entered the scene.

Apparently, this select group, while exorcising Cui Chonghe at that time, had reached some undisclosed agreement with him in the shadows.

Boom!

As if thunder exploded, the clash of the Five Grandmasters’ Consciousness Spiritual Light tore the pit’s sidewalls, grinding large rocks densely plummeted downwards, akin to a mountain torrent bursting.