Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 1352 - 533: Nascent Soul Assaults the Sect

“Wait a moment, there’s still one last round.”

The transmission was suddenly halted!

The guardian cultivators commenced the final round of checks.

Once the checks were clear, they exhaled a sigh of relief. Among themselves, through Divine Sense Transmission, they criticized the greatly increased workload.

But there was no choice.

Lately, troubles have frequently befallen the Myriad Images Sect, and strict orders were given from above, insisting they work diligently and ensure not a single mistake slips by.

Therefore, many steps in the transmission process that were previously omitted have now been reinstated, with an additional final round of checking.

The Teleportation Array began to slowly activate.

Radiance swiftly condensed, about to transform into a pillar of light, soaring into the sky.

“I’m about to be free!” Qin De’s Nascent Soul couldn’t contain its excitement.

Boom!

The Transmission Array trembled violently.

The array patterns on the Transmission Array began to crack. Cracks spread from the Array Heart like a spider web, like intertwined and entangled tree roots.

“Not good!” The supervising disciples’ faces changed dramatically, “The Transmission Array is collapsing!”

The twenty people within the array were panic-stricken, some screamed, some struggled, some tried to rush out of the formation. But the transmission had already started, and they were firmly restrained by the power of the formation, completely unable to move.

Qin De’s Nascent Soul: ?!

The cracks in the array patterns grew more numerous and denser. The array’s light flickered wildly, brightening and dimming like the last struggle of a dying person.

Boom——!

With a deafening explosion, the Transmission Array blew up.

Fragments scattered in all directions, swallowing everything around. Everyone and everything within the array was swept into the void by a terrifying force, vanishing into the Shattered Void Turbulence.

“How could this happen?!” The guardian cultivators clutched their heads, wide-eyed in disbelief.

“It shouldn’t be. Since the strict orders from above, we’ve checked the Teleportation Array more than ten times.”

“Right, it shouldn’t be our problem.”

“You are right. I’ve already identified the cause of the array’s collapse.”

“What is it?”

“Tell us quickly.”

The cultivators urged anxiously.

They were not in a hurry to save anyone, or rather, it was too late to save anyone.

Transmission Arrays rarely have issues, but when they do, it’s a massive problem, almost impossible to rectify.

The cultivator’s response would largely determine the extent of the punishment the guardian cultivators would receive from the sect.

“It’s the void.”

“A force of the void was lurking near our sect, and when the Transmission Array opened the space, it caused ripples that happened to affect and trigger this force. This consequently damaged the Teleportation Array, causing it to collapse directly.”

“The void?! I understand now! It’s the Cloud Prison from the Evil Slaying Hall. A Demon Cultivator once successfully performed a Blood Sacrifice there, summoning the Infinite Realm Gap Master. Its power still lingers and wasn’t completely cleared out.”

The guardian cultivators discussed this fervently, inclined to believe this explanation. This way, it wouldn’t be primarily their fault, but rather the Evil Slaying Hall’s.

As for the explosion of the Transmission Array and the resulting personnel and material losses, these would be compiled and reported in succession.

In the void, there is no up or down, no left or right, no distance, and no time. Only endless darkness, endless cold, endless void.

Shattered Void Turbulence — it’s the debris left after space fractures, the ruins after the collapse of laws, and one of the most terrifying nightmares for cultivators in the mortal world.

Here, a Golden Core Cultivator is like an ant, a Nascent Soul Cultivator a blade of grass, and even a Divinity Transformation Cultivator must tread carefully.

Qin De’s Nascent Soul, residing in a young cultivator, was almost torn apart and shredded into flesh and blood debris the moment he fell into the Shattered Void Turbulence.

Qin De’s Nascent Soul had to “abandon ship and escape!”

“No… I can’t die here…” He exerted the full power of his Two-phase Nascent Soul. The Confucian Phase Nascent Soul emitted a gentle white light, trying to stabilize the surrounding space. The purple-black demonic qi tried to erode, making the smallest space fragments dissolve prematurely, sparing the Nascent Soul’s body.

However, the Shattered Void Turbulence was simply too fierce.

Even a normal Nascent Soul Cultivator couldn’t withstand it, let alone those of Transforming Spirit Level, who must retreat. Not to mention Qin De’s Nascent Soul, hastily achieved and not completely under control.

Qin De’s Nascent Soul was tossed, torn, and crushed in the turbulence, shattered again and again, and reformed repeatedly.

His Nascent Soul had a special formation and deep origins, having drawn upon the Golden Cores of two Confucian Cultivators, most importantly with a Demon Seed. Destroying the Demon Seed was not a simple task.

“No, I can’t die!”

“I refuse to accept this!!”

Luck was on his side; Qin De’s Nascent Soul, amid its turbulence, was fortunate enough to crash out of the void and return to the mortal reality once again.

Qin De’s Nascent Soul fell onto an unknown mountain peak. Its entire form was cracked, the light dimmed, and its aura so faint as to almost be imperceptible. It lay among a pile of dead leaves, motionless, like a broken porcelain doll.

In just a few sparse breaths, he was on the brink of complete collapse.

For the time being, he could only lie among the dead leaves, letting the morning breeze blow, the dew soak, and the sunlight shine.

“Myriad Images Sect…” Qin De murmured dreamily, his voice almost lost in the wind.

He sensed it. This was a mountain peak of the Myriad Images Sect. After all his escape, struggle, and efforts — he had returned to the Myriad Images Sect.

But this was not surprising.

The Transmission Array was within the Myriad Images Sect. If it indeed transported him beyond the Main Mountain Gate to the endless sea of clouds, it would have been a dead end.

“At least I still have a sliver of hope.”

Qin De’s consciousness gradually blurred.

The Confucian and Demon Two-phase Nascent Soul curled up among the dead leaves and closed its eyes.

Morning light spilled over, shining on his shattered form. The cracks glowed faintly in the sunlight, like broken glass, like shattered jade, and like a dream about to fade away.