Night Without End
Chapter 429 - 256: The Kite Stained with Blood in the Night Sky

Chapter 429: Chapter 256: The Kite Stained with Blood in the Night Sky

Mist, barren land.

Hut, fading lantern, faint firelight.

The scenes before me are extremely strange.

Qin Ming stared at the dim human-shaped lantern, his heart trembled; it resembled Old Man Liu!

How could this be possible? A small village in a remote place and a legendary Kunleng shouldn’t have any correlation or intersection.

Qin Ming thought, it must be just a coincidence.

As a rustic old man, how could Old Man Liu leave traces here?

Wu Yaizu walked forward; suddenly, the lantern almost went out, and the hut blurred.

"Hmm, an illusion?" He stopped in place.

Qin Ming was surprised; everything had been so real, how did it suddenly start to dissipate?

He took two steps forward, and in an instant, the dilapidated hut reappeared, and the lantern relit, everything became clear again.

The two exchanged glances, was this place both real and illusory?

Xiao Wu advanced again, and once more, the scenes dimmed instantly.

Qin Ming sensed something and stepped forward, revealing everything in clarity.

"What kind of broken place is this? It’s differentiating between people, discriminating against me!" Xiao Wu was very dissatisfied.

"Brother Ming, you walk in front." He sensibly followed behind.

Indeed, as the two moved forward like this, even if they touched the hut and the dim lantern, the scenes would not disappear.

Xiao Wu’s expression changed and said, "Brother Ming, you claim I’m a ’Child of the Abyss’, might you be my neighbor, a ’Child of the Cursed Land’?"

He found it too eerie, as if the place recognized people!

Qin Ming remained silent, carefully observing everything here.

The hut was old but far from decayed. Considering its material, it seemed to have been built not long ago, yet unexplored over long years.

"Cursed land, thick mist, the various evils here greatly harm the body, who once hid here?" Qin Ming thought, this place was not suitable for long-term residence.

Inside the hut, there was an old desk with papers and ink, undisturbed by dust, as if the owner had left not long ago.

Qin Ming immediately stepped forward and examined the area closely.

He didn’t recognize the writing on the paper, it resembled phoenix seals and was extraordinarily complex, belonging to extremely ancient scripts.

However, there was a residual spiritual imprint transmitting through the paper, revealing its meaning.

"Return to the mortal world, uncertain years, unheard of Wu Dynasty has reached the last days..."

Qin Ming was fascinated; ink from the end of the Wu Dynasty? Apparently, over five hundred years old!

In that case, the hut had existed for quite some time, yet the fragile material hadn’t decayed.

"Brother Ming, the lantern has blood stains on the back; is this really made of paper?" Xiao Wu reached out to touch it, discovering the thin paper felt quite delicate, resembling leather.

He recoiled as if shocked, his hand pulled back rapidly.

"Mercy above, boundless longevity blessings!" Wu Yaizu muttered reverently.

Qin Ming approached the entrance and examined the human-shaped lantern closely; it was younger than Old Man Liu, with dark hair and rosy complexion, not as weathered.

The blood-stained area was on "Old Man Liu’s" back, resembling a cicada shell with a fissure and traces of blood, dark and blackened.

After observing, Qin Ming returned to the hut to look at the phoenix seal script on the straw paper.

"Beyond Yujing, there appeared a wanderer of sevenfold sun overlay, deeply astonished."

Qin Ming read this in sheer shock.

Currently, after completing the newborn road, Ru Lai power, Yuqing power, and others stopped at similar levels as Six Imperial Forces and couldn’t advance further.

Yet the Outer World’s road expansion continued, theoretically reaching an early stage of sevenfold sun overlay, but difficult to execute, as if only a few ancient beings stepped into it.

And five hundred years ago, there were already sevenfold sun overlay wanderers?

Qin Ming’s emotions were unsettled, he hurriedly read on.

"Sevenfold sun envelope achieved, radiant light disperses the Night Fog Sea, nearly the grand sight of eightfold span is within reach!" The writer was notably astonished.

Qin Ming looked at Xiao Wu, their hearts both stunned.

It must be noted that currently, the Seven Imperial Forces are yet to appear, and the state of sevenfold sun overlay is still being verified and sought, without a complete form.

In fact, it should have been so in ancient times too.

Because those possessing Six Imperial Forces, with sixfold sun overlay, could already transform into god-like creatures, Close to Immortal Beings.

This "transformation" was fierce, involving significant change!

One could say this effectively changed one’s path.

From human to divine, from human to immortal, it almost equated to a species transition.

Some were willing to take such a path, while Ancestor Masters vehemently resisted, unwilling to engage, believing the ancestral path should not be abandoned for leaps into different realms.

"Modern individuals surpass ancient sages; sevenfold sun overlay achievers, if transformed into gods, what level will they reach?" The book writer seemed deeply affected.

Qin Ming turned the page, and there were more ancient characters, seemingly casually noted by the local owner.

"This..." Xiao Wu was also surprised, because the level mentioned by the writer was something they couldn’t access at the moment.

The text briefly mentioned that although they were all god-like creatures, there were vast differences, such as the Night Patrol Deity, who was actually referred to as God Mao by the local owner.

The writing on the paper was vigorous and dynamic, yet the recordings were rather disordered.

He also mentioned Earth Gods, and even more so, Heavenly Gods, especially the latter who achieved incredibly astounding and terrifying feats.

According to the paper, those who achieved great success must have traveled far on their original path.

At the same time, he also compared, clearly pointing out that on the Immortal Road, there were also Immortal Maos, who were weaker in power.

Moreover, the paper naturally mentioned Earth Immortals, and those with higher achievements, such as the Heavenly Immortals residing in the Grotto Heaven.

"I observe posterity, the later ones close to Immortal, yet not truly Immortal, ultimately seeking truth; their method should be right, showing more courage than the Ancient Sages."

The local owner was both shocked and gratified by changes in the future generations.

In the view of the writer, the further you travel on this path, the greater your achievement when you transform into a god or transform into an immortal.

In particular, he saw that in later generations, someone had reached the height near the sevenfold sun overlay on this path, which greatly thrilled him.

"Gods and Immortals, only those with great achievements can continue to expand the road; God Maos, Immortal Maos, and others with various issues remain stagnant for life."

The notes became a bit sloppy towards the end, showing the local owner’s mood.

"In this life, although I have a path to follow, I often think of the road I’ve come from, desiring to return to my original form." When the text reached here, the emotions of the local owner could be imagined to be stirring endlessly.

Qin Ming slightly resonated, almost falling to the ground under severe shock.

He no longer delved deeper, as there was no additional information, just a continuation of the emotional intensity literally more fervent.

When reading this, how could the two not know how high the identity and status of the cottage’s owner was?

"This must be an Old God or Ancient Immortal!" Wu Yaizu said excitedly.

The notes were unfinished, continuing to state that the local owner observed carefully that the sevenfold sun overlay herald was from the depths of the Yewu World, and not from this territory.

The extraordinary outsider accidentally ended up here with several disciples due to a fearsome divine magnetic storm and was actively searching for the way back.

Looking at it this way, the Yewu World is truly boundless, probably even beings such as gods and immortals haven’t explored its entirety.

However, this is understandable. After all, even in the present age, many Grandmaster-level figures do not value immortality, believing they can already rival it, each with their own confidence.

Grandmasters might not explore its end, and even if Ancient Gods and Old Immortals surpassed them, it wouldn’t be exceedingly outrageous.

Xiao Wu pondered, "In the depths of Yewu World, could there be nations more expansive than ours, with even more glorious cultivation systems?"

Qin Ming said nothing, and after turning the page, continued to read.

"Every sigh arises, even if one is a Heavenly God or Heavenly Immortal, like a kite with a broken string, easily lost in the vast night sea, risking a blood-stained descent, and all have their lifespan!"

This passage made Qin Ming dazed, and the more he contemplated, the more frightening it became, and the deeper his thoughts, the more it induced heart palpitations!

"I wish to seek the original path, return to my original form!" This strong desire wafted through the paper, prevailing even after five hundred years.

Xiao Wu suspiciously said, "Old Gods, Ancient Immortals, can the original path change be understood, have the species evolved, are their bodies vastly different from the past, what do gods and immortals really look like?"

"The agony of skinning, the pain of bone removal, even gods and immortals can hardly bear it, pain, pain..."

This line was blood-stained, showing the local owner was very decisive and harsh on himself, willing to go to great lengths to return to human form.

"Brother Ming, the human-shaped paper lantern outside, could it be his skin?" Xiao Wu said.

Qin Ming did not respond, staring blankly at the sloppy writing behind.

"Bleeding in the wind, returning to see the original me." These words were almost fully covered by blood, faintly visible.

All these combined to raise a chill in Qin Ming’s heart, for this was quite similar to the Li Family’s hidden family’s kite theory.

This person went far away; even if he was once a Heavenly God, would he ultimately not also fall headfirst to some ground like a blood-stained kite?

Qin Ming once again looked at the human-shaped lantern, wondering if it was a coincidental resemblance, or if it had some connection to that old acquaintance?

Upon careful consideration, many things didn’t match, as this was an event from five hundred years ago.

Moreover, this person must have been an extraordinary god or Old Immortal.

Old Man Liu was over seventy, and his birth time didn’t match.

His life was full of hardships; as a child, he wandered in ice and snow, unaware of who his parents were, almost froze to death, lost his memory due to a severe illness, wandered to Shuangshu Village, was adopted, and faced unending misfortune, missing several opportunities to change his fate, and in old age, only underwent rebirth three times.

Moreover, his last rebirth was merely due to Qin Ming’s influence.

"I regret it, gods and immortals seeking to return to humanity is too difficult, especially for high level gods; it’s a doomed calamity, recording this experience, only those with good ties to me may enter this place."

Upon seeing this, Xiao Wu widened his eyes, leaned close, carefully looking at Qin Ming, comparing him with the human-shaped lantern, and said, "Brother Ming, could this be your past life form?"

"What are you thinking!" Qin Ming pushed him away.

The notes continued, mentioning that behind the cottage, some "items" were left for future visitors, to be taken with caution.

On this paper, the words and lines all warned of the unusual nature of the realm behind the cottage, linking to a legendary land.

"The human road is yet unending, strive to proceed vigorously, don’t hastily seek to become a Divine, even at the cost of Heavenly Immortal... escaping from Yujing wasn’t easy..."

This was the last paragraph, relatively scattered, as the local owner hurriedly abandoned the pen, ending the document.