Night Without End
Chapter 265 - 172: Walking the Tightrope in the Clouds

Chapter 265: Chapter 172: Walking the Tightrope in the Clouds

"Don’t push yourself." Zhao Yaoting felt that he might be forcing himself, having mistakenly consumed the Outer Heaven Light Liquid, unable to save face in front of everyone.

Especially since there were two very famous fairies from the Outer World here, both possessing captivating beauty and were the Quasi Immortal Seeds of their respective realms.

It’s perfectly normal for a young man to admire such beauty.

However, if he feared embarrassment and kept forcing himself, things could turn very serious.

Zhao Yaoting handed him a crystal, inside it was sealed with a pale golden liquid, and he said, "This is medicine liquid which can build inner strength and heal wounds."

"I really am fine." Qin Ming shook his head and said.

"Stubborn as a mule." Beside him, a young man in Crimson Gold Armor spoke up, his tone quite aggressive. His name was Sun Jingxiao, from Pure Land.

Qin Ming glanced at him and said, "Brother, why don’t you... give me a bottle of Heavenly Light Liquid so I can act tough a bit longer."

Sun Jingxiao said nothing, directly pulling out from his chest pocket a thumb-sized small bottle, filled with rich Heavenly Light Liquid, and handed it to him.

"Don’t let pride get in the way, it’s not that big of a deal!" Cai Jingcheng advised.

Nonetheless, Qin Ming immediately took it, wishing for a few more bottles. He had several types of Heavenly Light Force awaiting fusion, so the more the better.

Sun Jingxiao’s face changed instantly and said, "You all saw it, if anything happens to him, it’s not my fault; he’s the one who insists on drinking it."

"Don’t be like that!" Huang Yaoting shouted.

However, a bottle of Heavenly Light Liquid was thus drunk in one gulp by Qin Ming, and this liquid form of Outer Heaven Light was indeed too intense, prompting him to spit out a beam of light.

Finally, he let out a burp.

Sun Jingxiao was surprised, what was this situation, truly ghostly!

"Another bottle!" Qin Ming reached out to him.

The eyes of the young men present all changed, even the two highly reputed Quasi Immortal Seeds also showed a strange expression.

"Is there more?" Qin Ming asked, hoping that pride would drive another two bottles of Heavenly Light Liquid his way.

Sun Jingxiao didn’t want to pay him any attention, as it was certain this fellow could indeed consume Heavenly Light Liquid, his body unscathed, surely having cultivated some divine skill!

"We still have important duties to attend to." Su Shiyun from Immortal Soil reminded, wearing a bronze mask, this Quasi Immortal Seed was indeed special, even while standing still, some Heavenly Light would sprinkle down, her draping blue dress giving off the momentum to ascend as a fairy.

Qin Ming immediately realized that the so-called Quasi Immortal Seed wasn’t merely for show, but rather, it had certain inexplicable "factors" relatively in tune with the cosmos.

"Brother, what’s your name? Are you here too..." Huang Yaoting started to speak.

Logically, the high-level cabin was thoroughly booked, and those coming here should all be involved in this mission, but this fellow was somewhat odd.

He arrived late, somewhat not fitting in.

Moreover, he drank Outer Heaven Light Liquid indiscriminately; what a peculiar operation was this? Therefore, there was some unease regarding him.

Qin Ming didn’t wait for him to finish, and immediately nodded.

Because he sensed from a certain youth’s emotions a feeling of anticipation and excitement, although the fluctuations were weak, he managed to capture them keenly.

This so-called "mission" was not a bad thing!

Qin Ming roughly knew that these youths came from different Taoist traditions, not knowing each other well, forming a temporary group.

So he also "rushed in"!

"Do you know where we’re going?" Sun Jingxiao asked, somewhat displeased toward him.

Others also looked over, even using wonderful techniques, consciousness spiritual light, carefully checking him.

"You’re quite nosy." Qin Ming appeared impatient, somewhat disdainful of him.

At the same time, he perceived the other side’s intense emotional fluctuations, obviously irritated.

"Please answer." Su Shiyun in blue asked, this Quasi Immortal Seed extremely perceptive, sensing something slightly out of the ordinary.

"In the night sky." Qin Ming said calmly.

While saying this, he forced himself to maintain a steady heartbeat through absolute control over his body as a Newcomer, without the slightest ripple.

In fact, when he resonated with Sun Jingxiao and found out the destination was a certain night sky, he was quite astonished.

Then, he added, "They say it’s a task, but isn’t it just to ’harvest’?"

"Watch your words!" someone reminded.

"Don’t be so blunt!" another said.

In fact, Qin Ming indeed didn’t know the details.

He only sensed a bit of fragmented information from Sun Jingxiao, and afterward, that fellow had a steadfast heart, with no more emotional fluctuations.

Qin Ming knew this shadowy "inside story," convinced others that he truly was a fellow traveler.

Indeed, it was a loose team, with little communication among them.

In the large cabin, their identities were pretty much exposed, Qin Ming had largely figured it out.

Huang Yaoting, Cai Jingcheng, Xue Yunzheng came from three different Esoteric Buddhism sects, Su Shiyun from Immortal Soil, Leng Feiyue from Yang Soil, Xue Yunzheng from Evil Land, Sun Jingxiao from Pure Land.

Qin Ming realized that these people were most likely cherished by the old seniors!

So he looked forward to this action!

The place quieted down; everyone carried Exotic Treasures, from Treasure Vases to Crystal Cups, to nearly transparent small cauldrons, all quite divine.

Everyone was guiding Heavenly Light and mystical substances.

Qin Ming was quite interested in something guided by one of them, as his body had a slight yearning, the Purple Mansion Thunder Fire was impatient to operate autonomously.

"Su Fairy, will you trade the Purple Mist in your Jade Cup?" he asked with a thick face, wanting to know what use it had for him.

Su Shiyun held a Jade Cup, quite divine, guiding a type of Purple Mist, slowly falling into the cup, nearly condensing into liquid.

"Not trading!" she refused.

Qin Ming had no choice; his thick skin couldn’t force anything when her response was so straightforward.

"I’ll give you a strand." Su Shiyun thought about needing to act together and flicked her jade hand, sending a ray of purple mist from the jade cup, turning into a cluster of Purple Qi.

"Thank you." After Qin Ming absorbed this cluster of Purple Qi, Earth Fire rose from his feet while Heavenly Thunder spread down from his head, meeting at his chest and abdomen with a loud boom.

Those present were astonished, noticing that his chest and abdomen flashed with lightning and thunder, followed by a faint scent of medicine, which was quite unbelievable.

Qin Ming sighed; unfortunately, the Dragon Tiger Elixir at the last moment dissipated from his chest and abdomen.

However, his body felt comfortable, as if nourished by a large amount of active substance.

The Vermilion Bird spaceship had anchored here for a long time, setting sail once again.

"Everyone, there’s a special area ahead. We’ll hover and let you capture the Heavenly Light," a woman transmitted through consciousness spiritual light.

"Great!" Many youths cheered.

And so, the journey continued with stops and starts, the spaceship traveling nearly twenty thousand miles, with over fifteen hundred miles left to reach Kunleng Giant City.

Everyone was satisfied, stopping approximately every thousand miles, everyone tasting the essence of Heavenly Light.

When the Vermilion Bird spaceship stopped for the twentieth time, Su Shiyun, Huang Yaoting, and others rose.

"We should move!"

Qin Ming thought they looked like they were thieves, sneaking around.

The group exited through the high-class cabin’s secret passage, heading to the ship’s edge area where "small boats" were already arranged and waiting.

No one spoke; they directly boarded the small boats, piloted personally by the Vermilion Bird’s captain, escorting them to their destination.

It wasn’t very far, only a few miles, and soon they arrived.

Black fog surged, rendering visibility to mere inches, yet everyone sensed something ahead, emitting a faint oppressive aura.

Then, Qin Ming saw several ships, all battered, pierced by something, lingering in this dark cloud layer.

"I’ll wait for you here." The captain said only this, not asking or commenting further, just doing what he was supposed to according to orders.

Qin Ming was the last to disembark from the small boat, casually grabbing another parachute pack.

The captain’s gaze was odd; this guy already had four, still not assured!

The other seven regarded him silently.

Qin Ming indeed felt uncertain. Previously, he fought against alien species in the mountains without fear. This was his first time moving within the night sky; if he fell from this cloud, even nine lives wouldn’t be enough.

Who would have thought there were "things" in the night sky?

They leapt onto the ships, pierced, and left stranded here.

Qin Ming finally saw clearly what had penetrated the ship—the fading "golden spikes," so long that their end was out of sight.

They were as thick as water barrels, originally golden, but now dull, as if covered in dust for many years.

There were many such dull spikes here, extending deeper into the night sky, unchanging in thickness, unknown where they led.

Leng Feiyue, possessing the Close Immortal Seed from Yang Soil, spoke, "Since there are so many paths, let’s each go our way without interfering with each other."

Her consciousness spiritual light dormant inside was fierce as a small sun, yet her words remained icy, being a famously cold fairy.

The original plan was to act together, but now everyone nodded, agreeing to separate.

Qin Ming trod upon the water barrel-thick pale golden spikes, employing Sticky Force, thus not worried about slipping.

Yet he knew nothing about this place—where it led or what could be gained.

He couldn’t fathom why there were so many spikes in this dark cloud and why they didn’t fall.

Above, the sky was dark as an abyss, fierce gusts of wind roaring, the fog churning like a vast ocean. Qin Ming walked further, uneasy, going hundreds of meters, with no change in the spikes, seemingly endless.

He drew the Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade, testing it on the pale golden spikes, finding it couldn’t cut through, despite being a rare treasure sword.

Qin Ming tried the sword-shaped Exotic Gold Pendant; it penetrated, yet caused no changes.

He traversed the black fog, muttering, "I’m really walking a tightrope in the clouds, incredible. Who set these things in the sky?"

The fierce winds blew his hair chaotic; a strand obstructed his vision, and while brushing it aside, his heart trembled violently.

For he had some absurd ideas—if true, it would be outrageous!

"Can this place truly have creation?!" he doubted.

Qin Ming brushed the hair aside, gazing at the unknown length of "spike" beneath his feet, eventually moving forward.

Hundreds of meters later, he saw the intersection of dozens of pale golden spikes arriving at a chaotic area.

"What am I experiencing? Walking alone in the clouds, hoping nothing happens. Only fifteen hundred miles until Kunling City, maybe underneath is a Forbidden Land."

Suddenly, Qin Ming’s pupils contracted, seeing even more densely crossed "spikes" in the black fog, with a... nest!

This differed from his earlier assumptions—there were indeed creatures nesting here.

He grew anxious, as the nest was large!

Yet, he sensed no life and noticed the nest was quite old, likely abandoned.

Qin Ming approached, unsettled within.

The nest had a diameter of three yards—what creature builds a nest in the clouds?

He climbed the old giant nest, discovering fragments of golden eggshells at its edge.

"What place have I come to?" Qin Ming’s expression was grave.

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