Chapter 1809: Corpse Field

The Human Realm

This spiritual tree seemed to be the foundation of the entire palace. As soon as it was removed, the palace immediately began to collapse.

Only at this moment did the three realize that the entire palace was an illusion!

Qin Sang almost shouted to stop them the instant the palace began to collapse, but it was already beyond saving.

The collapse was fastest at the main hall, where ripples emanating from the hall entrance spread out like agitated water.

Lightning flared on Qin Sang's back, but before he could summon his Azure Luan Phoenix Wings, the ripples had already reached him, engulfing Qin Sang with a strange power.

A similar scene unfolded in another main hall. At the critical moment, True Lord Boxian also turned pale with fright, and with a sharp flick of his wrist, the golden bracelet on it clanged loudly.

Yuanjun Qingdan also wore a jade bracelet on her wrist, which simultaneously emitted a crisp sound.

Both treasures glowed with golden and jade light. They seemed to be connected, their lights echoing each other, and a thin ethereal thread appeared between them, connecting the two individuals.

At this point, Yuanjun Qingdan also realized something was wrong, and the jade bracelet on her fair wrist vibrated violently.

The thread suddenly tightened. True Lord Boxian was dragged by an immense force, forcibly breaking free from the ripples. Still shaken, he couldn't hide the panic in his eyes as he watched Qin Sang, engulfed by the ripples on the other side.

But their situation was not much better than Qin Sang's. This was the collapse of the entire palace, not just the main hall. Ripples were everywhere, spreading out from all directions.

In the last moment, Qin Sang saw the two retreating rapidly, surrounded by ripples and pushed into a desperate situation.

“Whoosh!”

A deafening whoosh of wind roared in his ears.

Qin Sang was like a helpless bird caught in a hurricane. In haste, he quickly deployed his treasures and divine abilities for protection. Simultaneously, his phoenix wings flapped furiously, bolts of lightning frequently flashing, barely allowing him to stabilize himself, but he was still swept along and thrown towards the ground.

“Crack!”

A crisp cracking sound came from beneath his feet.

Qin Sang realized he had landed on the ground at some point, his feet firmly on solid ground.

“The sound is wrong…”

The situation was unclear, so Qin Sang didn't rashly extend his spiritual sense. However, the Heavenly Eye Butterfly promptly sent him a message.

Qin Sang's expression immediately changed.

Beneath his feet was actually a skeleton. The sound came from its broken ribs. The bone was decayed, and Qin Sang's step shattered it into several pieces on the spot.

The most terrifying thing was that there wasn't just one skeleton.

Within his and the Heavenly Eye Butterfly's sight, the ground was covered with ghastly white bones.

There were no gaps between the bones. They were piled up in countless layers, their depth unknown.

Even in the dim light, these bones were dazzlingly white, sending shivers down his spine.

It was difficult to imagine what kind of horrific slaughter had taken place here.

Qin Sang also noticed that the bones here weren't only human-shaped; there were various animal bones as well. However, in the area he saw, human-shaped bones accounted for more than half.

“A battlefield where humans and demons fought?”

Recalling various rumors about the Juling Ancestral Altar, a conjecture surfaced in Qin Sang's mind.

There was also another possibility: everything before his eyes, just like the palace, was another layer of illusion that couldn't be discerned.

Amidst the piles of white bones, various flowers and plants grew.

The plants were thriving, exceptionally vigorous, as if the ground formed by stacked bones was incredibly fertile, providing abundant nutrients for them.

Each plant was as thick as a large tree. As Qin Sang landed, he could see the roots and leaves of the plants, and he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Could it be…

A possibility came to mind, and Qin Sang's heart tightened. He flew upwards, and after passing through the leaves, he saw a chilling sight above.

Above the ground, white bones lay everywhere. Spiritual flowers grew among the bones, blooming vibrantly and extraordinarily beautiful. Their rich fragrance carried a peculiar aroma, intensely potent, filling this entire space.

This scene immediately reminded Qin Sang of the flower field he had seen through the swirling mist.

The flower field in the swirling mist was definitely connected to this place. It was just that what they thought was soil was actually bones.

Furthermore, the spiritual flowers here were sparser; a single patch of bone ground could only support one plant, unlike the dense flower field in the swirling mist. However, they were much taller than the spiritual flowers in the swirling mist.

It was as if a section of the bone flower field had been captured and projected into the swirling mist, inevitably distorting it and making it different from its true form.

The subsequent changes confirmed Qin Sang's conjecture.

The spiritual flowers swayed continuously, ejecting stamens and pollen from their pistils. Above the bone flower field, numerous flower cocoons began to drift.

The flower cocoons were light, about one size larger than a normal human.

Then, bizarre scenes replayed before Qin Sang's eyes: the flower cocoons split open, and the flower spirits within sat up, knees drawn to their chests.

Regardless of gender, the flower spirits were all exquisitely beautiful. They wore only light veils seemingly woven from pollen, their figures graceful, their aura naturally refined, like celestial maids from a heavenly palace.

However, at this moment, the flower spirits were neither gazing at the sky nor dancing. Instead, they all looked in unison at Qin Sang, the only anomaly in the bone flower field!

No matter how far away or in what direction, all the flower spirits stared at Qin Sang, stiffly twisting their heads; some of their bodies even warped unnervingly.

Their eyes were vacant, their faces expressionless, devoid of joy, sorrow, or emotion.

Qin Sang's scalp tingled. He felt it: there was deep resentment in the flower spirits' empty eye sockets.

Of course, how could flower spirits, grown by devouring bones and corpse qi, be without resentment?

Flower spirits born in such a place must be evil spirits!

Gradually, the resentment in the flower spirits' eyes grew denser. Overwhelming resentment converged on Qin Sang alone, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

“This is bad!”

Even through the swirling mist, Qin Sang had been extremely wary of the flower spirits. Now, having fallen into the flower field, his mind was even more tense.

He quickly scanned his surroundings but found no trace of Yuanjun Qingdan or True Lord Boxian.

At the end of the bone flower field, mountain silhouettes appeared in the distance. This should be a valley nestled between mountains.

Beyond the mountains, there seemed to be vast open space. Considering the swirling mists, this might not be the only bone flower field.

If Yuanjun Qingdan and True Lord Boxian had held on a little longer, they might have landed elsewhere.

Qin Sang had also wondered if Yuanjun Qingdan and True Lord Boxian had set a trap for him. However, their panicked expressions at the end didn't seem feigned. Moreover, he had no grievances with them and had once saved Yuanjun Qingdan's disciple. What benefit would they gain from trapping him?

The two concealing the function of their treasured bracelets was normal in Qin Sang's view. He himself concealed many secrets and couldn't be completely unguarded towards outsiders.

With the truth unclear, he couldn't jump to conclusions. The urgent matter was to escape the danger as quickly as possible.

The strong floral scent contained a strange poison. Surrounded by the fragrance, there was nowhere to hide.

The floral scent continuously invaded. If he couldn't leave in time and was trapped too long, reaching the limit of his poison bead, Qin Sang's situation would become extremely perilous.

“How many of these bones belong to cultivators who accidentally fell in?”

As thoughts flashed through his mind, Qin Sang noticed the flower spirits' expressions had changed oddly.

Immediately after, a sky full of pollen began to swirl above the flower field. Colorful pollen flowed towards him.

Soon, the pollen gathered into a human shape, forming a pollen giant nearly ten zhang tall. The pollen suddenly condensed, finally transforming into a graceful woman.

The woman was sacred and pure, with skin like congealed fat, appearing like a flower fairy. She gazed at Qin Sang with gentle eyes, devoid of the resentment seen in the other flower spirits. Her fleeting glances seemed to hold a tender affection.

After the flower fairy appeared, the flower spirits' eyes also became peaceful, their resentment subdued.

“You’ve come.”

Joy shone in the flower fairy's eyes. Her voice was like celestial music, enchanting.

Qin Sang was startled.

“You've finally come to accompany me. Do you know how lonely I've been here?” The flower fairy's gaze turned plaintive, yet full of tender affection. She extended a delicate hand and softly murmured, “Sleepless nights, I long for our union…”

At this moment, the flower fairy resembled a celestial being long awaiting her lover's return. The intensity of affection in her beautiful eyes made one's heart tremble.

Qin Sang frowned. How could he allow someone of unknown origin to approach him? He instinctively stepped back, just about to speak.

Unexpectedly, seeing Qin Sang's evasive movement, the flower fairy's expression instantly changed, becoming incredibly hideous. She let out a shrill scream, “How dare you despise me!”

Before Qin Sang could respond.

The flower fairy had already descended into madness. Her ten fingers clawed at her flawless, jade-like face, instantly leaving ten bloody marks and tearing away a layer of human skin.

Next, the flower fairy's body swelled, shedding her exquisite appearance, and transformed into a hideous ghoul with a yellowish, swollen face, a mouth like a basin, teeth several inches long, and a greenish tongue.

The ghoul glared furiously at Qin Sang, its rage reaching the heavens.

Accompanied by the ghoul's shriek, the previously quiet flower spirits once again erupted with overwhelming resentment, and two lines of bloody tears streamed from their eye sockets.

In an instant, the flower field transformed into a ghastly realm.

“Just as I thought, an evil spirit!”

Qin Sang showed no fear, letting out a cold snort. His lightning wings flapped behind him, instantly transforming him into a bolt of lightning piercing the air.

He unleashed his Thunder Evasion technique without reservation. Qin Sang's escape speed was astonishing.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the void.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast Qin Sang evaded, he couldn't shake off the ghoul. The pollen was everywhere, and the ghoul instantly reappeared in front of Qin Sang.

Qin Sang felt a ferocious aura assault him, as the ghoul's shadowy form lunged directly at him.

Seeing he couldn't gain an advantage with evasion, Qin Sang's escaping light abruptly halted, and he shifted several zhang sideways. A sword light flew out from his sleeve.

“Swish!”

The Grey Oriole Sword vibrated, splitting into a streak of sword light. The sword light, like thunder, fiercely slashed towards the ghoul.

The ghoul showed no intention of retreating. It extended a ghostly hand, precisely grabbing at the sword light.

“Pffft!”

The sword light pierced the ghoul's hand, leaving a shocking wound. Unexpectedly, the wound immediately healed as if nothing had happened.

Qin Sang's expression turned grave. The ghoul's strength was greater than anticipated.

To make matters worse, all the flower spirits in the entire flower field were alarmed. Buoyed by pollen, they moved lightly, drifting towards Qin Sang.

Bloody tears streamed down the flower spirits' faces. Their tragic beauty was tinged with deep resentment. This resentment, fused with flower poison, surged towards him.

Qin Sang keenly perceived the changes in the flower poison. His expression grew even more serious.

“Whoosh!”

A foul wind assaulted him.

Qin Sang raised an eyebrow, neither dodging nor evading. His fist struck out like a dragon, imbued with the force of the Devil-Shattering Seal.

“Bang!”

A ghostly hand appeared out of thin air before Qin Sang, just in time to be met by his powerful punch.

The spikes on his gauntlet fully embedded into the ghoul's hand. A strange blood-red light flowed along the spikes, surging into the ghoul's body through the wound.

It was unclear if the ghoul truly felt pain, but it shrieked piercingly, adding to its ferocity.

Just then, a sword cry echoed from above.

The sky dimmed and the earth darkened, as constellations arrayed themselves. The “Seven Mansions Sword Array” reappeared, enveloping not only the ghoul but also large sections of the surrounding flower field and flower spirits.

Buddhist seals appeared one after another.

Instead of retreating, Qin Sang advanced, actively charging towards the ghoul.

At the same time, sword-stars flashed continuously, emitting sharp sword qi. However, the targets of the sword qi were not the ghoul, but the flower spirits.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

Sword qi streaked through the air, like tragic yet beautiful shooting stars in the night sky.

The flower spirits sensed danger. Their bleeding eyes stared at the sword qi, and they shrieked. The resentment, merged with flower poison, materialized, forming a barrier between them and the sword qi.

Unfortunately, they were separated by the sword array, unable to form a unified formation, and were continuously cut down by the swords.

Although Qin Sang was entangled with the ghoul, most of his attention was on the flower spirits. He saw that every time a flower spirit was killed, a spiritual flower withered along with it.

But immediately, new buds emerged from the withered spots, growing into new spiritual flowers.

This place was similar to that jungle; the flower spirits were endless and could not be completely killed. Unfortunately, Qin Sang couldn't sense any wood spiritual energy.

Finally, Qin Sang's gaze fell upon the ghoul.

This place was too bizarre; he didn't know what lay beyond the bone flower field.

The flower spirits had no intelligence, and the ghoul was the only one capable of communication. It would be best to capture the ghoul alive and ascertain the origin of this place and the way out.

Thinking of this, Qin Sang's attacks grew even fiercer.

At the same time, Qin Sang pushed the remaining flower spirits out of the sword array. Sword-stars hung suspended above him and the ghoul.

At this moment, all seven mansions of the sword array were fully displayed, locking onto the ghoul.

Against other opponents, Qin Sang might have held back, worried about being seen through. But the ghoul was like a madman, only wanting to devour Qin Sang's flesh and blood, completely disregarding the sword array.

“Whoosh!”

Qin Sang ghost-like avoided the ghoul's attack, darted under its armpit, circled behind it, and fiercely struck the ghoul's back.

This strike combined the Auspicious, Altar-Turning, and Devil-Shattering Seals, its power far from ordinary.

“Thud!”

The ghoul suffered a heavy blow, suddenly lurching forward, nearly stumbling.

In an instant, sword qi rained down, immediately submerging the ghoul.

The ghoul shrieked, wounds appearing on its body, and it burst out of the sword rain, only to find Qin Sang already waiting in front of it.

With layers of defense, the malevolent spirit couldn't truly harm Qin Sang's body, but there was one exception.

As they fought, the surrounding flower poison grew increasingly potent. Every move and strike of the malevolent spirit also carried potent venom, putting immense pressure on Qin Sang.

“I can't prolong this fight!”

Qin Sang's heart sank, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. His figure shifted, appearing directly in front of the ghoul, his offense almost frenzied.

Above the sky, sword-stars emitted dazzling light. Immediately, the constellations shifted, and all Seven Mansions moved in unison.

Starlight converged, and sword intent poured down.

This beam of starlight was incredibly majestic, far surpassing anything seen before. Midway, the starlight twisted, transforming into a white tiger that descended from the sky.

The white tiger's fierce power was unparalleled, like a terrifying deity descended from the heavens. It gathered the power of the stars, shaking the very peaks of the sky.

White Tiger's Malice!

The Seven Mansions of the West are also known as the White Tiger Seven Mansions.

This move was the true killing blow of the Seven Mansions Sword Array. Only by thoroughly comprehending the sword array could one grasp the White Tiger's Malice.

This was Qin Sang's first time unleashing the White Tiger's Malice, and he didn't know its full power.

“Roar!”

The tiger's roar echoed through heaven and earth.

Before the malevolent force arrived, the ghoul seemed to be stunned by the tiger's roar. Its body stiffened, and fear appeared in its eyes.

“Boom!”

Qin Sang's assault continued. His heavy punch slammed into the ghoul's chest, sending it flying. Then, he suddenly noticed something strange in the ghoul's expression.

Self-destruct?

Qin Sang's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected the ghoul to be so fierce. Completely abandoning the idea of capturing it alive, he pulled back his fist and stood ready, concentrating entirely on wielding the White Tiger's Malice.

“Swish!”

The white tiger tore through the air, appearing above the ghoul and passing right through its body.

The ghoul was about to self-destruct, its aura chaotic throughout its body, but in that instant, it suddenly stiffened.

The next moment, its flesh and skin gradually turned to dust.