Gateway of Immortality

Staring at the eerie blood-red sword, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in Daoist Jiupao's heart.

Whoosh!

The ebony sword was already within a hair's breadth of the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions.

A flash of Blood Defilement Divine Light burst forth.

The massive banner became an easy target. The Blood Defilement Divine Light struck the astra dead on.

The demonic flames burning across the banner suddenly weakened, revealing glimpses of the astra's true form. The black banner's luster quickly dulled, and its spiritual essence suffered tremendous damage.

Qin Sang had long understood the might of the Blood Defilement Divine Light. Once struck by it, no astra—no matter how high its grade—could fully escape its effects.

However, the higher the grade of the astra, the shorter the time it would be suppressed, and the lesser the degree of its impairment.

Against a top-grade astra, the Blood Defilement Divine Light would barely show any noticeable effect, unless Qin Sang managed to elevate the ebony sword itself to a top-grade astra.

Yet in a clash between experts, even a fleeting instant could decide the entire battle, especially at a time like this.

Whoosh!

The Sword Qi Thunderclap supernatural ability still lingered. Seizing the moment when the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions was weakened, the ebony sword forced its way through the obstruction of the Demonic Flames of Nine Hells and, under Daoist Jiupao's horrified gaze, closed the distance in an instant.

Whoosh!

The flying yaksha was close behind, rushing up to strike.

After all, a single Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions was only a low-grade astra.

Now, with its spiritual essence severely damaged, the banner's might had diminished to the point where it was inferior even to the ebony sword. The Demonic Flames of Nine Hells, which once hindered the flying yaksha, had also lost much of their potency, and the flying yaksha no longer feared them.

Caught off guard by the sudden reversal, Daoist Jiupao flailed in panic. Yet he was still an old and seasoned Golden Core cultivator. Faced with mortal danger, he managed to react swiftly.

He swung the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions with all his strength, hurling the astra's body directly at the flying yaksha.

His eyes locked firmly onto the ebony sword, spiritual power surging violently within his chest. His body twisted with unnatural force, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow at the very last moment.

A muffled grunt rang out.

The ebony sword pierced through Daoist Jiupao's left chest, bringing with it a spray of blood.

The sword qi left behind inside him failed to fully explode. Daoist Jiupao forcibly expelled most of it and suppressed the remaining fragments, preventing them from causing lethal damage.

Meanwhile, the heavily damaged astra was under a frenzied assault by the flying yaksha. Adding insult to injury, the banner was eventually battered away, torn open by the yaksha's claws, rendering it almost completely useless.
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Daoist Jiupao's aura became chaotic, his complexion ashen. Still, the injury was not fatal.

"Blood Defilement Divine Light!"

Recognizing the Blood Defilement Divine Light supernatural ability from the ebony sword, Daoist Jiupao's eyes filled with venomous hatred.

He could not fathom how a mere Foundation Building cultivator could possess so many rare treasures. Not only was Qin Sang commanding a flying yaksha but also wielding an astra forged from Infinite Blood Mulberry Wood. It had driven even him, a Golden Core cultivator, into such a wretched state.

Even early-stage Golden Core cultivators rarely had such wealth.

Daoist Jiupao abandoned any thoughts of counterattack. He cared only about escaping.

But Qin Sang, having waited painstakingly for this chance, would never allow him to get away.

He pressed his advantage mercilessly, commanding the ebony sword to keep up the pressure while coordinating with the flying yaksha for a pincer attack.

Very soon, Qin Sang detected the shift in Daoist Jiupao's demeanor—he was preparing to flee. Seizing the moment, Qin Sang ordered the flying yaksha to charge fearlessly through the Demonic Flames of Nine Hells and assault Daoist Jiupao with everything it had.

The offensive came in relentless waves.

The flying yaksha fought like one possessed, clinging tightly to Daoist Jiupao and leaving no room to breathe. Now it was Daoist Jiupao who found himself shackled—his astra destroyed, his body wounded—struggling desperately to defend himself against the tide of attacks.

The demonic qi and corpse qi clashed and twisted together into an indistinguishable mass, filled with the stench of death, wreaking havoc across the valley.

The valley had been utterly devastated.

The peach groves lay in ruin; all beauty had been obliterated.

Qin Sang maneuvered the ebony sword around the battlefield, doing his utmost to support the flying yaksha in pinning down Daoist Jiupao. Yet as the battle grew fiercer, Qin Sang began to feel the strain.

He sensed it clearly. Daoist Jiupao had started to fight with everything he had.

Daoist Jiupao was a true Core Formation cultivator. Once he cast aside all restraint, thinking only of carving a path to survival, the power he unleashed became utterly terrifying.

The situation on the battlefield shifted from moment to moment. The ebony sword, able only to hover and provide support, had not found another chance to strike for quite some time.

Qin Sang fixed a deep gaze on Daoist Jiupao, then suddenly reached out and summoned the ebony sword back to him. His mind immediately returned to the Yan Luo Array of Ten Directions. From within his Mustard Seed Pouch, he retrieved the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions astra.

Forcing out a mouthful of blood and essence, Qin Sang's skin instantly paled.

The ten primary souls manifested one after another, greedily scrambling for Qin Sang's blood and essence.

Immediately after, their auras surged dramatically. Working together, they lifted the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions.

Whoosh, whoosh...

The aura of the Demonic Flames of Nine Hells erupted once more—only this time, it was Qin Sang who controlled it!

He could not wield the astra as effortlessly as Daoist Jiupao had, but he pushed it to the limit of his current capabilities, summoning a great tide of Demonic Flames of Nine Hells into the battlefield.

"Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions!"

A wave of chaos rippled through the demonic qi, accompanied by Daoist Jiupao's shrieking voice, filled with disbelief.

"Who are you!"

"Who are you really!"

"Who are you!"

...

Daoist Jiupao cried out repeatedly, his voice brimming with rage and despair, but Qin Sang gave him no reply.

Within the depths of the demonic qi, a violent storm suddenly surged. Three massive tornadoes appeared in succession, scattering the Demonic Flames of Nine Hells and forcing the flying yaksha back.
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At this moment, Qin Sang could only vaguely sense Daoist Jiupao's condition, but he knew that Daoist Jiupao was fighting desperately now, and he absolutely could not let him escape.

He no longer cared whether the flying yaksha would be destroyed in this battle. Abandoning all hesitation, he issued only a single command: attack!

The earth trembled and cracked.

Even Hanshan City, several mountain ranges away, shook violently as if a giant dragon were thrashing beneath the ground. Waves surged sky-high on the great river below the mountains.

The mortals within the city, unaware of the true cause, panicked in terror, an ominous unease gripping their hearts.

Within the city lord's residence, a few figures stood atop a palace roof, gazing toward the direction of the valley. Among them, the strongest cultivator was only at the early stage of Foundation Building Realm, a white-haired elder already advanced in years.

They exchanged glances, each face filled with shock and fear.

A young man could not help but blurt out, "Chief, that's the direction of the forbidden land! What in the world is happening there? Why did it suddenly..."

The white-haired elder gripped his cane so tightly that the veins on his arms bulged. He remained silent, but within his clouded eyes, deep worry and dread swirled.

Back in the valley...

Qin Sang had already been consumed by bloodlust.

He suddenly brushed his hand across his waist, releasing the three malevolent corpses he had refined from late-stage Foundation Building cultivators. They flew out in unison, charging straight into the battlefield.

Very quickly, the connection to the first malevolent corpse was severed.

Then the second!

Then the third!

In the blink of an eye, all three malevolent corpses were destroyed.

Qin Sang felt no sorrow whatsoever. His bloodshot eyes, streaked with red veins, remained locked on the center of the battlefield.

He could feel himself approaching his limits. His blood and essence had been devoured by the primary souls once more, leaving his body severely weakened. His control over the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions was becoming increasingly tenuous.

The flying yaksha, too, fought with everything it had, charging into the demonic qi again and again, despite being battered and forced back each time.

Its body was covered in countless wounds deep enough to reveal bone, its form battered and broken.