Chapter 1203: Tremors
Chapter 1203: Tremors
The mysterious figure called for help and lured me here, yet now there is no response. That means either someone rescued her, or she has already died here. In any case, she has most likely disappeared...
Tan Hao made a move, but only his aura remains here, with no trace of an opponent. Was he guided by the mysterious figure to break the barrier? Most likely, Chen Heng also came here, though he did not attempt a rescue.
The treasures stored in the main hall of Heavenly Corpse Sect probably fell into Chen Heng’s hands. Otherwise, how could he have learned corpse refinement? That fellow must have taken the treasures and fled, never intending to save anyone. Quite a cunning move.
At that thought, Qin Sang immediately realized that the mysterious figure was the one he had been searching for!
"For Tan Hao to be moved and take action to help her escape, it at least proves that the mysterious figure possessed something he could trade for. And Tan Hao cared only about reviving Tan Jie. He had long disregarded his own life and death. That condition would have been the most tempting to him. The question is, did Tan Hao succeed? And where did they go afterward?" Qin Sang muttered.
Qin Sang abruptly rose to his feet and began searching through the water. As expected, he soon discovered more traces of sharp metal qi elsewhere.
With the mysterious figure’s guidance, Tan Hao could have attacked the seal from both inside and outside.
Alone, Qin Sang could only follow the distribution patterns of the sharp metal qi, slowly unraveling the seal to locate the sealed space, hoping to uncover something.
Within the hidden realm, there was no disturbance. Qin Sang and the Sky-Eyed Butterfly patiently analyzed the seal.
However, the scale of the seal far exceeded Qin Sang’s expectations. It was certain that no cultivator of the present era possessed such power. The origin of the mysterious figure was becoming increasingly obvious, most likely from the same era as Bai.
Days passed one after another. After more than ten days, Qin Sang gradually gained some understanding.
On this day, he appeared beside the altar, surrounded by the devilish banners. The Golden Sinking Sword flew out on its own, moving like a fish through the water. Though it appeared chaotic, it was in fact prying open one sealing node after another.
As Qin Sang continued, the water surface lost its calm, suddenly churning with waves. Undercurrents formed beneath the surface, bringing immense force.
Qin Sang activated his true essence to protect himself, ignoring everything around him as he followed the Golden Sinking Sword’s movements. On his shoulder, the Sky-Eyed Butterfly gently flapped its wings.
With each step he and the Golden Sinking Sword took, the disturbance in the water grew more intense. In some areas, the barrier briefly manifested before vanishing again, only to trigger another region of water.
This place resembled an ocean formed entirely of barriers, its complexity unparalleled. Without the Sky-Eyed Butterfly, and without the traces left behind by Tan Hao when he broke the seal, Qin Sang did not know how much longer it would have taken him to decipher it.
Gradually, a layer of the seal’s mystery was unveiled.
Rumble... Layer upon layer of waves completely shattered the stillness of the space. At the entrance, the fat chicken saw the scene below and grew tense. He flapped his wings, lightning flickering as he blocked the exit to prevent the disturbance from leaking outside.
Beneath the water, everything had turned pitch black.
Sensing the increasingly chaotic power within the water, Qin Sang rose to the surface, leaving only the Golden Sinking Sword behind.
The sword light flickered in the depths, appearing and disappearing.
A shadow suddenly appeared on the altar without warning. The unexpected change caused Qin Sang’s gaze to sharpen as he stared intently at the altar, while the Golden Sinking Sword continued its movements uninterrupted.
The shadow rapidly transformed. The sealing power converged toward it, gradually forming the outline of a vortex at the bottom of the water, its base connected directly to the center of the altar!
The vortex emerged, leading to an unknown place. Yet the water here did not diminish in the slightest, indicating that the vortex was merely a manifestation of the sealing power.
Just as the vortex was about to fully form, Qin Sang’s expression shifted slightly. He suddenly recalled the Golden Sinking Sword.
At once, the vortex collapsed. The sealing power dispersed back into the water, and the surface quickly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, making one wonder whether it had all been an illusion.
"The interior of the vortex cannot be probed. It does not seem like a simple spatial connection." Qin Sang analyzed what the Sky-Eyed Butterfly had observed. "The vortex leads to the sealed space, but there is no response inside. To verify my hypothesis and determine Tan Hao’s and the mysterious figure’s whereabouts, I may have to enter it myself. Since it leads to an unknown space, it would be safer to wait until the ebony sword finishes devouring before taking action..."
Qin Sang had a vague suspicion that the sealed space was far from simple.
A sword array required a life-bound spiritual sword to unleash its full power, and it would provide him with another means of dealing with danger.
Moreover, once the life-bound spiritual sword advanced into a top-grade astra, combining Lightning Evasion with sword evasion would greatly enhance his evasion techniques.
When he had set out for Sin Abyss, the ebony sword had already been close to completing its devouring. It would not take much longer now.
The fat chicken was eager to try, but Qin Sang stopped him. This was no ordinary hidden realm. If they entered and encountered danger, there might not even be time to call for help.
Qin Sang was patient. He returned to sit cross-legged before the hall, comprehending the Seven-Yin-Soul Killing Array while waiting for the ebony sword to finish.
***
At the entrance to Abyssal Ruin... This was a forbidden ground of Sin Abyss, located in the deepest part of Heavenly Scar.
Yet even this was not the end. On the ground lay an enormous hole spanning several thousand zhang. Within the irregular hole was endless mystery, true darkness that seemed capable of swallowing even one’s gaze.
From here, one could enter Abyssal Ruin, and Sin God Palace lay hidden within it.
Around the hole, the Sin Abyss had established a grand array. One purpose was to prevent intruders from sneaking in.
The importance of Abyssal Ruin and Sin God Palace to the cultivators of Sin Abyss was self-evident. Especially during this time of war, they had to guard against sabotage from the Two-Domain Alliance.
The other purpose was to prevent the power within Abyssal Ruin from leaking out.
At the edge of the hole sat a white-haired elder and a Daoist with a tall hat. Judging by their auras, both were Spiritual Infant grandmasters, personally guarding this place.
Beyond them, squads of guards patrolled back and forth, maintaining extremely tight security.
The two Spiritual Infant cultivators appeared relaxed, seated on stones by the hole with their eyes closed in meditation.
Suddenly, an unusual fluctuation emerged from within the hole.
Both of them opened their eyes at the same time, their gazes sharp as lightning as they stared into the depths.
After a moment, they exchanged a glance. The white-haired elder said, "It should be Sin God Palace. By my reckoning, it has been half a year since the last time. It is about time for the tremors to begin again."
The Daoist nodded. "This time, both Sin God Palace and Ziwei Palace are clearly going to manifest earlier. In the years leading up to their emergence, the frequency of these tremors will only increase."
As they spoke, they flicked their fingers, sending streams of light into the surrounding array. Moments later, bursts of strange radiance flared as the array was activated, forming a thin wall of light that covered the hole.
Soon after, fluctuations began to appear one after another.
This continued for two days. During that time, several cultivators flew out from within.
"It is about to begin! Have them come down," the white-haired elder said in a deep voice, taking out a delicate iron bell and shaking it. A clear, resonant chime rang out.
The guards shot forward, landing around the two Spiritual Infant grandmasters. Sensing the increasingly chaotic fluctuations within the cavity, they waited in anticipation.