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Novel: [Night Without Boundaries]
Chapter 121: [Clearing the Field]
Author: [Chen Dong]
Translator: [Shadow Knight AK]
Editor: [Shadow Knight AK]
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A luminous mist swirled within the massive crater, its edges stained with blood, creating an atmosphere of palpable tension.
No one had anticipated such a series of unexpected twists at this final, critical moment.
Discontent simmered among the factions.
Some seethed with rage, others radiated murderous intent, while still others wrung their hands in despair, wandered in a daze, or teetered on the brink of madness.
Li Qingxu's eyes were bloodshot.
His hand had been outstretched, a mere hair's breadth away from seizing the Eight Trigrams Furnace and escaping to become the ultimate victor.
"Who?!" He yearned to kill.
Three times he had come within a hair's breadth of success.
Had he managed to touch it even once, the competition would have ended instantly.
He knew this was likely his last chance.
The agony of watching a Near-Immortal Artifact slip through his fingers, so close yet so far, would have shattered the resolve of anyone else.
His body erupted in a violet glow as he swung his purple bamboo staff, shattering a four-meter-tall blue boulder into fragments.
Meanwhile, Tang Xumi's face twisted with murderous intent.
Betrayal by his own ally—a sudden palm strike and the theft of the Eight Trigrams Furnace—felt like being kicked from the radiant heights of glory to the depths of humiliation.
The fall was too great, the shame too profound.
Fortunately, the Near-Immortal Artifact flew back toward him!
Tang Xumi, enraged moments before, was now stunned, then overjoyed.
"What an absurd turn of events is this? It's beyond ridiculous!"
After its trajectory shifted, the Eight Trigrams Furnace landed in the hands of an elite disciple.
He froze, feeling no joy, only terror.
In this tense atmosphere, where even a breath of hot air could ignite the tension, the furnace was a death sentence.
Holding it for even a moment longer meant certain death—his head would be blasted into a bloody pulp.
Fortunately, he reacted swiftly and hurled it away.
Though Li Qingyue had appeared, few noticed her.
She was now disguised as a Golden Armor Guard, her face hidden behind a golden mask.
It must be said, Lu Zhen, the young disciple from the Yin-Yang Temple, was truly formidable.
Though he had initially retreated, he now surged back into the fray, his hands glowing with black and white light, determined to reclaim the Eight Trigrams Furnace.
Before Lu Zhen, Golden Armor Guards and Outworld Disciples alike were sent flying.
As his Yin-Yang Force erupted, two streams of Heavenly Light—one black, one white—shot from his hands, unstoppable by any force.
Moreover, these Yin-Yang Heavenly Lights possessed a miraculous property: they could not only kill but also seize spiritual artifacts and other treasures.
Nearby, someone hurled a Spiritual Spear forged from Thunderstruck Wood at him with all their might.
The whistling projectile was instantly swept to the ground by the black and white light, pulverized into fragments.
"You dare show your face again!" Tang Xumi roared, his hand already gripping the Near-Immortal Artifact.
Murderous intent surged from him, his Conscious Spiritual Light boiling with fury.
In an instant, Lu Zhen and Tang Xumi clashed.
The Yin-Yang Force's attributes shifted completely, the dark light vanishing to transform into pure Extreme Yang, burning like the sun's fiery core.
The Outworld Disciples who had been knocked down scrambled to their feet, only to recoil in terror, shrinking their Consciousness Spiritual Light to avoid being ignited and burned through.
Even Tang Xumi, a formidable figure whose name shook the heavens, could only retract his Consciousness Spiritual Light and unleash the Divine Light from his Yellow Court to meet the attack head-on.
A blinding light erupted between them, sending table-sized boulders flying. Many shattered mid-air, scattering debris across the battlefield.
The Outworld Disciples trembled.
This young man from the Yin-Yang Temple was truly terrifying.
A peer who had walked the path of awakening was actually capable of clashing head-on with the Core Disciples of the Beyond the Mortal Realm!
Despite his injuries, Tang Xumi retained extraordinary combat prowess, blocking Lu Zhen's advance and summoning a Spiritual Blade tempered by Heavenly Light. With a swift, aerial slash, he unleashed a blinding strike.
Suddenly, the ground fractured as a luminous figure materialized nearby.
Li Qingxu, witnessing the Yin-Yang Temple youth's ferocity, dared to strike again, eager for a fourth chance to touch the Eight Trigrams Furnace.
He knew his clan had offered rare treasures to the Yin-Yang Temple to secure the youth's aid, and the investment was proving its worth.
Li Qingxu's bamboo staff clashed against the Spirit Blade's vibrant, multicolored glow, parrying Tang Xumi's ferocious attack.
Lu Zhen lived up to expectations, channeling his Yin-Yang Force into a blinding burst of black and white light.
He broke through the defenses and engaged Tang Xumi in close-quarters combat.
A thunderous boom echoed as their palms collided, sending both staggering backward, their stances momentarily broken.
"You're walking both paths at once? You're also cultivating a special Heavenly Light Force?" the Yin-Yang Temple youth exclaimed, genuinely astonished.
The Outworld Disciples gasped, secretly marveling at Tang Xumi's hidden strength—his ability to tread two paths simultaneously.
"He's merely honing his Consciousness Spiritual Light, not pursuing dual cultivation," Li Qingxu said, swinging his bamboo staff to launch another attack.
The three warriors clashed fiercely, their Divine Light surging like waves, striking in all directions.
Smoke and dust billowed, and the ground cracked with fissures half a foot wide.
A ghostly figure materialized—Jiang Shengyu, who had retreated from the battle, returned to the fray, launching a direct attack to seize the Eight Trigrams Furnace amidst the chaos.
Su Jingzhu charged forward as well.
Hu Tingwen gritted his teeth, downed a vial of medicinal liquid, and seized his opportunity to join the fray, vying for the Near-Immortal Artifact.
In an instant, a massive free-for-all erupted!
Tang Xumi coughed up blood and hurled the Eight Trigrams Furnace to the ground.
Holding onto it any longer would surely invite a fatal swarm of attacks.
Lu Zhen, wounded and bleeding from the mouth, was targeted by the newly arrived Core Disciples.
Though all combatants were injured, they couldn't allow the Yin-Yang Temple youth to remain unscathed.
At that moment, a female Golden Armor Guard strode calmly toward the battlefield.
Though her entire body was encased in cold metal armor, her presence radiated an otherworldly aura, clearly surpassing that of an Outer Saint.
A radiant rain of light flowed across her armored surface.
As she approached with graceful steps, the Core Disciples, locked in their chaotic battle, suddenly turned their full might against her, unleashing their most devastating techniques.
"What's going on?" The spectators were stunned.
Earlier, there had been an incident where six Core Disciples had attacked a single Elite Disciple.
Now, the situation was even more absurd: all the Core Disciples, including the injured youth from the Yin-Yang Temple, were attacking a mysterious woman.
With a resounding thud, Jiang Shengyu was sent flying backward, blood gushing from his nose, mouth, and even ears, propelled over twenty meters.
Hu Tingwen was struck by a five-colored Divine Light, staggering and nearly collapsing to the ground as he retreated uncontrollably.
With a clang, Li Qingyue conjured a short sword wreathed in Divine Light, clashing against Li Qingxu's purple bamboo staff.
The instant she parried the staff, the sword's blade erupted in dazzling light, drawing blood from Li Qingxu's chest and forcing him to retreat rapidly.
Li Qingyue's left hand held a palm-sized wooden shield, its surface gleaming with a crystalline luster.
When it collided with the Yin-Yang Temple youth's right palm strike, the impact sent dust and debris flying like a hurricane, tearing apart nearby boulders.
Amidst the thunderous bangs, Tang Xumi and Su Jingzhu were also sent flying backward, their faces pale and bodies stained with blood.
They crashed to the ground, their bodies trembling violently.
The sudden shift left the observing disciples stunned.
Who had entered the arena, and with such overwhelming force?
Li Qingyue spoke, "I know you've been waiting for me to approach, hoping to surround me again and launch another coordinated attack. All that acting must have been exhausting, right?"
She was well aware that while most hadn't noticed when she threw the stone, it was impossible to conceal her actions from everyone.
A few had definitely seen through her.
"Honestly, I could have stayed back and watched the chaos unfold, entering the fray later to deny you any chance at all."
After saying this, Li Qingyue turned to the crowd and declared, "But you might resent that afterward. So, I'm giving you a chance now. You're all injured, aren't you? Then come at me together! And those lurking in the shadows, you can join in too!"
The crowd's hearts pounded in their chests.
She was going to clear the field!
The observing disciples now knew who had arrived: Li Qingyue, the overwhelming favorite to claim the Near-Immortal Artifact, had reappeared!
"Didn't Junior Sister Li suffer severe injuries from being ambushed?"
"This... this is completely beyond my expectations!"
...
Li Qingyue removed her golden mask, revealing her true face.
She stood like an armored immortal, her ethereal grace now tinged with an ascending aura of power.
The crowd erupted in shock, followed by a cacophony of noise.
Within the arena, the Core Disciples wore solemn expressions.
Their current condition was precarious; even their combined efforts might not be enough to suppress Li Qingyue.
They could clearly sense that Li Qingyue had grown stronger, as if she had ascended to a new level.
Tang Xumi smiled bitterly. "Junior Sister Li, you really didn't need to appear so early. We had already besieged you once, and no matter how you made your final entrance, no one would have questioned it. It seems fate has its own designs. We tried to eliminate you out of fear, but in the end, you're the one who will clear the field at the last moment. You've returned."
Li Qingyue replied, "This is to give everyone closure. This is our final battle. Give it your all!"
Li Qingxu's expression flickered, and the other Core Disciples exchanged complex glances.
They speculated that Li Qingyue's final return was meant to establish her authority and rally the other disciples to her cause—a strategic move to prepare for the future.
"This is a competition for Outworld Disciples," Li Qingyue said, turning to Lu Zhen. "Leave now, or I'll focus on eliminating you first."
The young disciple from the Yin-Yang Temple was exceptionally strong, but he had enraged Tang Xumi, who forced him into a brutal clash.
The other disciples, wary of Tang Xumi, naturally resorted to underhanded tactics, leaving the Yin-Yang Temple disciple severely wounded.
"I've done all I can," Lu Zhen nodded to Li Qingxu before turning and leaving without hesitation.
In the next moment, all the Core Disciples attacked again.
They refused to concede defeat so close to the end.
Even injured, they reasoned, if they could endure their pain and unleash their ultimate techniques, surely they could break through Li Qingyue's protective aura?
A chaotic battle erupted!
Just then, a tall figure flashed onto the scene like lightning, moving with impossible speed.
Wielding a Spiritual Spear, the newcomer thrust it toward Li Qingyue's back.
"Clang!" As if anticipating the attack, Li Qingyue blocked the Spiritual Spear with her crystalline wooden shield.
Simultaneously, she whirled around and clashed palms with the attacker. Endless iridescent light exploded outward, creating a dazzling, multicolored storm that swept across the battlefield.
The newcomer staggered backward, her pale hand spasming. Her Consciousness Spiritual Light flickered erratically, dimming as she coughed up blood.
"Qingyue, you haven't just made a small breakthrough—you've taken a giant leap!" Wang Caiwei sighed.
After observing the battle for so long, concealing her true strength until the very end, she still couldn't defeat Li Qingyue and change the outcome.
This scene sent shivers down the spines of the other Core Disciples.
Though reinforcements had arrived, they felt no joy.
With hidden threats lurking everywhere, who could feel safe?
Wang Caiwei attacked again, her power formidable. She exchanged several fierce blows with Li Qingyue, her beautiful face turning deathly pale, drained of color.
The others joined the attack, surrounding Li Qingyue.
With the Near-Immortal Artifact within reach, they refused to give up.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Several Core Disciples were severely injured in quick succession!
The Eight Trigrams Furnace flew out of the battle, but none of the Outworld Disciples dared to retrieve it.
Most knew it already belonged to Li Qingyue.
Qin Ming climbed out of the massive crater just in time to see the Near-Immortal Artifact land near the edge.
Fearing it would fall back in, he picked it up.
"Give it to me!" Wang Caiwei abandoned the battlefield, her robes stained with blood, and charged toward Qin Ming, radiant streams of light surging beneath her feet as she crossed the distance.
Li Qingyue glanced at her but made no move to pursue.
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