Chapter 1202: Shock

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“The mysterious individual called for help, drawing me here, but now there’s no response. This means they were either rescued or died here; it’s highly probable they’ve disappeared.

“Tan Hao was involved, but only his aura is present here, not an opponent’s. Could it be that he was guided by the mysterious person to break the restrictions?

“It’s likely that Chen Heng also came, but he didn’t intervene to save anyone.

“The treasures of the Heavenly Corpse Sect, stored in the main hall, must have fallen into Chen Heng’s hands. Otherwise, how would he know corpse refinement? That guy probably snatched the treasures and fled, without any intention of rescue. He’s quite cunning.”

At this thought, Qin Sang immediately realized that the mysterious person was the one he was looking for!

“Tan Hao was moved by the mysterious person to help them escape. This indicates that the mysterious person possessed something that could be traded with Tan Hao. Given Tan Hao’s sole focus on reviving Tan Jie, he has long disregarded his own life, so this condition would be the most compelling for him! The question is, did Tan Hao succeed, and where are they now?”

Qin Sang abruptly stood up and immediately searched the water. Sure enough, he found traces of sharp metal energy in other areas.

Tan Hao had the mysterious person’s guidance and could attack the seal from both inside and out.

Alone, Qin Sang could only follow the distribution patterns of these sharp metal energies to slowly analyze the seal, hoping to find the sealed space and discover something.

Undisturbed in the secret realm, Qin Sang and the Sky-Eye Butterfly patiently analyzed the seal.

Unexpectedly, the seal was grander than Qin Sang had imagined. It was certain that contemporary cultivators lacked such power. The mysterious person’s origin was becoming clear; they were likely from the same era as Bai.

Days passed.

It took Qin Sang more than ten days to gradually gain some insight.

On this particular day, he stood beside the altar, surrounded by the demonic banner. The Golden Sinking Sword flew out on its own, like a free-swimming fish, moving aimlessly in the water. In reality, it was meticulously ‘picking apart’ each node of the seal.

As Qin Sang moved, the water surface became turbulent, with waves churning.

Dark currents appeared beneath the water, bringing immense冲击力.

Qin Sang channeled his True Essence for protection, ignoring everything around him, and followed the Golden Sinking Sword. The Sky-Eye Butterfly on his shoulder gently flapped its wings.

With each movement of his and the Golden Sinking Sword, the chaos in the water grew more intense. In some places, restrictions momentarily materialized before vanishing, only to trigger another section of water.

This place resembled a vast ocean of restrictions, incredibly complex. Without the Sky-Eye Butterfly or the lingering traces of Tan Hao’s破禁, Qin Sang would have spent much longer trying to decipher it.

Gradually, a mysterious veil was lifted from the seal.

*Rumble…*

Layers of water completely shattered the tranquility of the space. The fat chicken, at the exit, saw the scene below and became somewhat nervous. It flapped its wings, sparks of lightning flashing, blocking the exit to prevent the fluctuations from affecting the outside world.

Beneath the water, it had turned completely black.

Qin Sang felt the power in the water becoming increasingly chaotic. He shot out of the water, leaving only the Golden Sinking Sword behind.

The sword light bobbed in the water, appearing and disappearing.

Just then, a shadow inexplicably appeared on the altar. This unexpected change caused Qin Sang’s gaze to sharpen. He stared intently at the altar, but the Golden Sinking Sword’s movements did not stop.

The black shadow began to change rapidly. Sealing energy converged towards it, gradually forming the雏形 of a vortex at the bottom of the water, connecting directly to the center of the altar!

The vortex appeared, leading to an unknown place.

Yet, the water here did not decrease at all, indicating that the vortex was merely a manifestation of the sealing energy.

The moment the vortex was about to fully form, Qin Sang’s expression shifted, and he suddenly recalled the Golden Sinking Sword.

The vortex instantly dissipated, and the sealing energy scattered back into the water. The water surface quickly returned to calm, showing no signs of prior chaos, making one wonder if it had merely been an illusion.

“The vortex was triggered so easily, which confirms the seal must have been broken, and this passage was opened. Tan Hao likely went inside.”

Qin Sang analyzed what the Sky-Eye Butterfly had just observed. “The vortex leads to a sealed space, and there’s no response from within. To confirm my suspicions and find out what happened to Tan Hao and the mysterious person, I probably need to go in and see for myself. For safety, it would be best to wait until the Ebony Sword finishes absorbing before taking action…”

The sword array requires a Natal Spirit Sword to unleash its maximum power, providing an additional strategy in dangerous situations.

However, Qin Sang’s main consideration was the further enhancement of his遁术 when Thunder Escape is combined with Sword Escape, after his Natal Spirit Sword advances to a top-grade magical treasure.

When he set out for the Sinful Abyss, the Ebony Sword was nearing completion of its absorption and would not take much longer.

The fat chicken was eager to go, but Qin Sang held it back. Facing a sealed space, if they directly encountered danger inside, the fat chicken wouldn’t even have time to call for help.

Qin Sang was patient. He returned to the front of the main hall, sat cross-legged, and contemplated the Seven Souls Killing Array while waiting for the Ebony Sword.

Entrance to the Abyss Ruins.

This is the forbidden land of the Sinful Abyss, the deepest part of the Sky Scar.

However, this is not the end. On the ground, a massive, irregularly shaped hollow, thousands of feet in circumference, appeared. Its interior was endlessly mysterious, filled with true darkness that seemed to absorb one’s gaze.

From here, one can enter the Abyss Ruins, and the Sin God Palace is hidden within it.

Around the hollow, the Sinful Abyss had set up a grand array.

One purpose was to prevent petty intruders.

The importance of the Abyss Ruins and the Sin God Palace to the cultivators of the Sinful Abyss is self-evident, especially during this time of war, when it is crucial to guard against intrusion and sabotage from the Two-Region Alliance.

The other purpose was to prevent the power within the Abyss Ruins from overflowing.

At the edge of the hollow, a white-haired elder and a high-crowned Daoist sat cross-legged. Judging by their auras, both were Nascent Soul Ancestors, personally guarding this place!

Outside, teams of guards patrolled back and forth, their defenses exceptionally tight.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators seemed relaxed, sitting on stones by the hollow, eyes closed, meditating.

Suddenly, an unusual fluctuation emanated from within the hollow.

Both Nascent Soul cultivators opened their eyes simultaneously, their gazes like lightning, staring directly into the hollow’s depths.

A moment later, they exchanged glances. The white-haired elder said, “It should be the Sin God Palace. Calculating the time, it’s been half a year since the last time; it’s about time for the tremors to start again.”

The high-crowned Daoist nodded, “This time, the Sin God Palace and the Ziwei Palace are clearly going to emerge earlier. In the years leading up to their appearance, the tremors from the Sin God Palace will become increasingly frequent.”

As they conversed, both flicked their fingers, sending streaks of light into the spiritual arrays around the hollow. Moments later, clusters of strange light shone, and the spiritual arrays were activated, eventually forming a thin light barrier that covered the hollow.

Subsequently, fluctuations appeared one after another.

This continued for two days, during which some cultivators flew out from within.

“They’re coming! Let them come down.”

The white-haired elder spoke in a low voice, took out a delicate iron bell, and shook it. A long, melodious chime echoed.