Chapter 1343: Void Storm

After devouring countless specters, the Soul-Gathering Brazier materialized.

Old Devil Ye watched Jade Bone's movements, knowing that the demon was inherently unruly and would not heed his advice, so he simply kept silent.

CRACK!

A thunderclap out of nowhere!

It reverberated throughout the Ziwei Palace.

The blood-red altar was affected, its crimson light flickering erratically. This was the first time the blood-red altar had experienced such violent fluctuations since the strange phenomena began in Ziwei Palace.

Old Devil Ye was slightly startled and looked up sharply.

The dense ghost mist obscured his view of what was happening within the inner hall.

But at the apex of the towering crimson light, the sky seemed torn open, the void collapsed, and a grey storm enveloped the heavens, more terrifying than even the deepest parts of the Ancient Immortal Battlefield.

Witnessing this apocalyptic sight, Old Devil Ye's mind churned, his breathing quickened, and his expression fluctuated. His gaze towards the blood-red altar was complex, showing both eagerness and worry.

Jade Bone withdrew his gaze from the Soul-Gathering Brazier, glanced towards the inner hall, and let out a strange laugh. His eyes then settled on the blood-red altar, and he commanded coldly, "Combine!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Threads of blood shot back from all directions.

One by one, the blood infants were summoned back. After circling the two figures a few times, they lunged fiercely towards the blood-red altar, merging into the ancient blood-red forbidden formation, their true forms becoming almost indistinguishable.

Jade Bone rapidly flicked his fingers, sending streaks of runes towards the altar, working frantically.

BOOM!

A sudden violent gust of wind erupted!

Innumerable exceedingly complex mystical runes appeared on the altar, suddenly flaring with brilliant light.

An unprecedented surge of energy erupted from the altar, shooting straight into the heavens!

The crimson light was torn apart by the surge, and the area around the altar became saturated with tempestuous, violent power.

Old Devil Ye grunted as he was struck by the impact, hastily activating his True Essence to forcibly stabilize himself. Seeing the astonishing phenomenon caused by the altar, a hint of terror appeared in his eyes.

He and Jade Bone floated in the upper half of the altar, enveloped by the storm.

The eye of the storm was the peak of the altar.

A faint green light subtly emerged there, and ancient runes projected into the void, forming a phantom image that appeared to be an ancient formation diagram, slowly rotating.

The altar continued to vibrate violently.

Jade Bone stopped his actions, staring intently at the altar. Sensing the fluctuations emanating from it, he nodded with satisfaction.

"How much longer?"

Old Devil Ye licked his lips, his voice hoarse and his tone urgent.

"That depends on when the strange phenomena in Ziwei Palace conclude."

Jade Bone glanced towards the inner hall and said indifferently.

Before his words had faded, he grabbed the Soul-Gathering Brazier, took a step outward, and then his figure flickered, vanishing from Old Devil Ye's sight.

Old Devil Ye remained motionless.

A flicker of displeasure crossed his eyes, which he immediately suppressed.

Neither of the two had noticed.

Not far from the blood-red altar,

Among countless specters and ghostly entities, a figure stood motionless.

He stood openly, with no obstructions around him.

Not only did Jade Bone and Old Devil Ye fail to notice him, but even the specters, ghostly entities, and floating blood clouds passing by him were completely unaware of his presence.

His entire body was permeated with death energy, blending seamlessly with the ghost mist, perfectly concealed.

This person was Bai!

Just as Qin Sang had expected, the ghost mist and blood clouds not only posed no hindrance to him. Inside the ghost mist, his abilities in all aspects were enhanced, making him stronger than he was outside.

However, Bai did not return to Qin Sang. Instead, he remained standing there, gazing upwards, not at Old Devil Ye or Jade Bone, but at the blood-red altar itself and the mysterious ancient blood-red forbidden formation.

Bai's eyes were greyish-white, devoid of pupils, and utterly still, his gaze appearing extremely vacant.

A look of confusion appeared on his face, his brows tightly furrowed, as he painstakingly thought and tried to recall something.

When he witnessed the altar's strange phenomena,

Bai's eyes finally stirred, and the confusion on his face gradually vanished, replaced by shock. His gaze grew increasingly bright as it darted back and forth between the altar and Jade Bone.

Finally, Bai cast a deep glance at the blood-red altar before slowly retreating.

The next moment, Bai's figure paused slightly, and he turned his head to look to his side.

Inside the Ziwei Palace's inner hall.

The continental fragments that had been drifting in the outer reaches were now nowhere to be found, having long since been crushed to dust and dispersed by the five-colored immortal wind, leaving a chasm between the inner and outer halls.

The inner hall was even more chaotic than when Qin Sang had first emerged, nearing a state of complete loss of control.

The void storm Old Devil Ye witnessed was merely the tip of the iceberg; the inner hall was the true source of the chaos.

The sky was dim.

Ominous clouds hung low.

The five-colored immortal wind was more than just a mere hurricane; it was infused with heavenly lightning, creating a terrifying momentum. Like spatial turbulence, it raged throughout the inner hall, causing the entire structure to tremble as if it might be overturned by the five-colored immortal wind at any moment.

However, despite the chaos, the inner hall possessed a unique, vibrant beauty. All the immortal restrictions had been activated by the five-colored immortal wind, revealing the full grandeur of the immortal palace to the world.

Even in its incomplete state, it remained magnificent and dazzling.

Unfortunately, few were in the mood to appreciate the masterpiece of the ancient cultivators.

Several figures were fleeing.

They had been too greedy, remaining in the inner hall for too long. By the time they realized something was amiss, the strange phenomena within had escalated to an extremely dangerous level, prompting them to finally think of escaping for their lives.

They exerted themselves to the utmost, navigating between the ancient restrictions. Amidst the overwhelming five-colored immortal wind, their escaping light appeared no bigger than an ant, seeming utterly tiny and fragile.

Suddenly, one of the streaks of escaping light flickered out.

Immediately after, from where the light vanished, a faint blue light shot skyward, revealing that another immortal restriction had erupted, which the unfortunate person had collided with.

After a considerable time, the escaping light did not reappear, indicating a grim fate.

In the ghost mist.

After restraining the blood infant, everyone began to employ secret techniques to analyze the evil formation.

The blood infant was connected to the evil formation.

More precisely, the blood infant was a part of the evil formation.

They had made new discoveries, but with only one blood infant in hand, it was impossible to easily decipher the evil formation.

Now, their group had grown larger.

Another group of cultivators, sensing the commotion from Qin Sang's fight with the blood infant, proactively approached to rendezvous with them, and their numbers were even greater than Qin Sang's original group.

Even more surprisingly, True Master Cang Hong was among them.

With three top masters gathered, they no longer needed to worry about their immediate safety.

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Fellow Daoist Tong You should be in that direction. Fellow Daoist Leng and his group were scattered first, and this humble Daoist didn't clearly see their movements..."

True Master Cang Hong raised his hand, pointing to the left, and spoke.

Great minds think alike.

His idea aligned with True Master Zhen Yi's: first find more allies and gather enough people to form a formation before confronting Old Devil Ye at the blood-red altar; otherwise, it would be no different from walking to their deaths.

His luck was better; when they were scattered, he still had several fellow Daoists with him, and during this time, they had managed to gather quite a few people.

After discussion, they decided to first rendezvous with Demon Lord Tong You.

Qin Sang and the Nascent Soul Talisman Puppet still led the way.

The resistance they faced grew increasingly strong, yet their speed was now faster than before.

After rushing for a certain distance, Qin Sang, who was wielding the Ebony Sword to slay specters, sensed something, and his expression subtly changed.