Chapter 1251: Black Tower Formation

Rain hitting bluestone.

“Where is Old Devil Ye?”

Everyone was surprised.

The Infernal Fiend Lord pointed at the Blood Gate and said repeatedly, “We are one step too late. Old Devil Ye has already forced his way in. Moments ago, a fluctuation emanated from behind the Blood Gate, likely Old Devil Ye breaking the ancient restriction within. After that, the fluctuation suddenly vanished, so we don't know if they have succeeded. There's no time to lose, fellow cultivators, quickly assist me!”

Startled by his words, everyone quickly sat cross-legged around the Infernal Fiend Lord and collaboratively attacked the Blood Gate.

The Blood Gate appeared dilapidated and shook violently with each attack, yet it remained incredibly solid.

The runes on the Blood Gate flickered. Though incomplete, these runes could still absorb and neutralize most of the force when attacked. Less than ten percent of the true power reached the Blood Gate itself.

If the ancient restriction had been intact, even the combined might of cultivators from the three domains would not have been able to breach the gate.

The Infernal Fiend Lord had been probing the Blood Gate’s restriction and gained some understanding. Qin Sang also offered timely suggestions. After some exploration, they identified its weakest point and began to bombard it in turns.

While they attacked the Blood Gate, the area behind it remained unusually quiet, leaving them anxious about what Old Devil Ye and the others were doing.

However, numerous tall towers stood behind the Blood Gate, making the area extremely mysterious and distinctly different from other places. It was clearly not simple, and they could not allow the Abyss of Sin to monopolize it.

Even if they couldn't stop Old Devil Ye, getting a share and obtaining some benefits would make the trip worthwhile.

With different thoughts, everyone diligently attacked the Blood Gate.

Qin Sang activated his Ebony Sword, splitting it into thousands of sword lights that poured out like a galaxy, continuously bombarding the Blood Gate. This spectacle drew significant attention.

Everyone had heard that the Moon Demon King's sword skills were extraordinary, and seeing them today confirmed it. Even among the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Little Cold Domain who used swords, several felt ashamed of their own abilities compared to Qin Sang's.

Qin Sang's sword intent originated from the Dao of Slaughter, yet it encompassed everything.

Such sword techniques were unlike anything they had ever seen or heard of, and they wondered who this Demon King had learned them from.

Unaware of their thoughts, Qin Sang silently activated his Celestial Eye, peering through the Blood Gate's crevices to observe the scene behind it.

The blood mist was as thick as pulp.

The black towers seemed to be submerged in a sea of blood.

Within the entire Blood Lake seal space, everything else had been assimilated and changed in nature over countless years of erosion by the blood mist, turning crimson.

However, the black towers, made of an unknown material, remained as dark as ink, standing out remarkably.

The black towers were a thousand zhang tall, constructed from stacked square long stones. Their surfaces were rough. Qin Sang saw no glowing runes, nor any signs of blood lightning or ghostly winds, making him wonder if they were divine artifacts concealing their true nature or simply made of unique material.

The black dots they had seen from outside must have been the spires of these black towers.

Just as Qin Sang was speculating about the purpose of these black towers, he suddenly heard a cheer. The Blood Gate, after a violent tremor, slowly opened a crack.

The Infernal Fiend Lord instantly appeared before the crack.

After confirming there was no ambush, everyone filed in.

Standing amidst the black towers, they immediately felt insignificant, inwardly sighing with emotion. They then hastily unleashed their various divine abilities to search for traces of Old Devil Ye and the others, but found nothing.

The area appeared completely calm, and the blood mist had ceased flowing, as if no one had ever entered.

Qin Sang observed silently, still seeing no trace of ancient restrictions. In fact, it seemed safer here than anywhere else.

“Old Devil Ye and the others have probably entered one of the black towers…”

The Infernal Fiend Lord said in a deep voice.

Everyone exchanged glances, then chose a nearby black tower. Just as they were about to enter and investigate, several gasps sounded.

Several people attempting to fly into the air were suppressed barely three zhang high. A sudden pressure appeared in the sky, fiercely pushing them down and nearly sending them sprawling.

Fortunately, their cultivation was high enough, and their reactions agile, preventing them from making a fool of themselves.

“There's a restriction here that we couldn't detect…”

Everyone had to stay on the ground. Just as this thought crossed their minds, another anomaly occurred!

‘Whoosh… whoosh…’

A fierce wind suddenly arose from the ground, sweeping dense blood mist towards them like colossal waves.

Everyone inwardly cried out in alarm and quickly summoned their respective magic treasures to protect themselves.

Qin Sang activated his sword aura to envelop his body, while his Ebony Sword hung inverted above his head.

As soon as he prepared for the situation, Qin Sang felt the scenery in his vision change rapidly, followed by a dizzying sensation. When he regained his senses, he was surprised to find that Qing Jun and everyone else around him had completely vanished.

He now stood amidst a sea of blood, with the faint silhouettes of black towers clearly visible.

These black towers appeared within reach yet were impossibly distant. With every step he took forward, the black towers in front of him seemed to recede, forever beyond his grasp.

Seeing this, Qin Sang immediately understood that they had unknowingly fallen into a grand formation, which was constructed using those very black towers.

The methods of ancient cultivators were indeed profound and unfathomable. The formation had been laid here without a trace, and they had been caught without sensing the slightest abnormality.

Trapped within the unknown grand formation, Qin Sang remained calm and unhurried.

He had noticed upon entering the Blood Gate that these black towers, like the Blood Gate itself, were damaged, with many having collapsed and only half remaining.

With the black towers damaged, the power of the grand formation would undoubtedly be affected, leaving it full of flaws.

If Old Devil Ye could handle it, there was no reason they couldn't.

Qin Sang composed himself and carefully observed. Indeed, he spotted several weak points, which further calmed his mind.

The only problem was that finding Old Devil Ye and the others within the grand formation would be even more difficult.

He took out a sword talisman.

They had prepared various contingency plans for different situations.

The method for crafting this type of sword talisman was obtained from a relic in an ancient immortal battlefield. Crafting it required many precious materials, so typically, no one would be willing to make such an item.

The sword container was in the Infernal Fiend Lord's possession, allowing anyone holding a sword talisman to sense his location and approach him.

A grand formation with so many flaws would be unable to block the sword talisman's detection.

Just as Qin Sang was about to activate the sword talisman, he suddenly paused, stopped his incantation, and released the fat chicken.

The fat chicken, upon emerging and seeing the grand formation, was secretly startled and obediently huddled beside Qin Sang. Even a damaged formation could easily trap it to its death.

“Try using the Thunder Prayer Bead. This is the very core of the Blood Lake. If your mother isn't here, I'm afraid…”

Qin Sang sighed.

This place was sealed by the Blood Gate, and it took the combined efforts of everyone to barely open a crack. It would have been almost impossible for the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon Demon King to have entered alone years ago.

“Understood!”

The fat chicken silently prayed, and with trepidation, summoned the Thunder Prayer Bead. Its eyes slightly closed, it began to chant.

The Thunder Prayer Bead floated above its head, slowly rotating.

As the fat chicken activated its secret art, a faint white light suddenly flickered on the Thunder Prayer Bead. The light, initially very weak, gradually grew brighter, transforming into a fist-sized orb of light.

Within the orb of light, faint streaks of lightning surged.

Seeing this, Qin Sang's eyes narrowed. Since entering the Blood Lake, the fat chicken had tried countless times, but this was the first time the Thunder Prayer Bead had shown such a reaction!