Chapter 393: Fu Seal

The Mortal World

A disheveled figure was speeding through the passage.

Behind him, black flames relentlessly pursued, and Yu Hua was closing in. Qin Sang fled without looking back, his expression constantly shifting.

At this moment, he held an object in his palm: a long, gray-jade-like talisman paper. Its mysterious light pulsed, making it hard to look away.

The ice palace was just ahead.

His pursuers were almost upon him.

The meager spiritual energy he had just recovered in his spiritual sea could barely sustain the Nine Dragon Celestial Chariot Talisman; he was at his limit.

Time did not allow him to hesitate further.

A decisive look flashed in Qin Sang's eyes. He suddenly raised his other hand and, with extreme proficiency, cast several restrictions, all of which landed on himself.

These were restrictions designed to work with the Heavenly Corpse Talisman. A portion of them he had learned from Wushang's writings, with some modifications.

Qin Sang had never imagined he would one day use them on himself.

He had long since memorized them. His movements were incredibly swift, completing the process in one go. Then, flipping his palm, he unhesitatingly pressed the Heavenly Corpse Talisman into his glabella.

Within his primordial spirit space.

The Heavenly Corpse Talisman floated towards his primordial spirit.

Qin Sang shivered, just as he burst into the ice palace.

'Bang!'

Qin Sang fell to the ground. His vision suddenly went black, and a dark blue-black ghostly hand filled his sight.

Fortunately, the ghostly hand abruptly stopped before his glabella. Through its fingers, Qin Sang saw the struggle in the Flying Yaksha's eyes; Wushang's obsession had stopped it again.

'Whoosh...'

Gale-force winds howled in the passage, and black flames rolled forward as Yu Hua arrived in pursuit.

The Flying Yaksha turned its neck to look, then vanished on the spot.

Qin Sang breathed a sigh of relief. Sensing himself, he realized his consciousness had not been affected by the Heavenly Corpse Talisman.

The situation was urgent; there was no time for a thorough check.

Qin Sang suddenly sprang up and rushed towards the side chamber Yun Youzi had entered. He had barely moved when he heard the sound of shattering glass and Yu Hua's furious roar behind him.

Turning his head at the sound, Qin Sang felt a pang of regret.

As expected, Yu Hua had indeed been attacked by the Flying Yaksha. But at the crucial moment, a heart-guarding mirror-like magic artifact flew out from Yu Hua's chest.

This artifact not only protected its master on its own but also possessed extremely formidable defense. Although it was shattered by the Flying Yaksha, it had managed to block the Flying Yaksha's fatal sneak attack!

Yu Hua was unharmed!

"Who's there!"

Yu Hua was greatly alarmed when the Flying Yaksha shattered his protective artifact with a single claw.

Yu Hua quickly realized that something was wrong with the Flying Yaksha; it wasn't human.

The corpse poison lingering on the Flying Yaksha's nails made him feel a shiver of dread. He couldn't help but draw a sharp breath, thankful that the artifact had blocked this calamity for him.

"How can there be a Flying Yaksha here?"

In the cultivation world, a refined corpse at the Core Formation stage is known as a Flying Yaksha, elusive and immensely powerful.

However, naturally formed zombies rarely evolve into Flying Yakshas; the conditions are extremely harsh, far more difficult than for human cultivators to reach the Core Formation stage, thus making them very rare.

Yu Hua had not expected such a creature to be hidden here.

Catching a glimpse of Qin Sang's figure vanishing into the side chamber, Yu Hua was utterly astonished. Why had the Flying Yaksha not attacked Qin Sang, who had disturbed it first, but instead ambushed him?

Could this Flying Yaksha be Qin Sang's corpse puppet?

At this thought, Yu Hua secretly shook his head. How could a mere Foundation Establishment stage cultivator possess a Flying Yaksha-level corpse puppet? Even if he had one, he wouldn't be able to control it.

Unless there was some hidden secret he didn't know about.

The Flying Yaksha clearly wouldn't give Yu Hua time to think. After missing its first strike, its figure vanished on the spot, only to reappear behind Yu Hua.

A warning sign flared in Yu Hua's mind, and he hastily dodged.

The two figures became a chaotic blur.

Yu Hua dodged with all his might, finally understanding the Flying Yaksha's terror. From the moment of the sneak attack until now, after only a few exchanges, he had already been on the verge of peril multiple times.

He couldn't help but feel mentally exhausted, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Netherworld Demonic Flames!"

Yu Hua finally found an opportunity. Glaring at the Flying Yaksha as it attacked again, he roared skyward, and endless black flames surged forth from the artifact's banner, threatening to engulf the Flying Yaksha.

The ghostly claw touched the black flames and instantly recoiled. The Flying Yaksha cried out in pain, its figure rapidly retreating, its gaze fixed on the Ten Directions Yama Banner artifact.

In its pitch-black eyes, there was a palpable sense of dread.

Yu Hua was somewhat surprised that the Flying Yaksha was so afraid of the Netherworld Demonic Flames. He was pleasantly surprised, a sneer on his face as he said, "You measly corpse ghost, how dare you act so arrogant in front of this old man!"

Before he finished speaking, the Flying Yaksha's figure vanished again. The sneer instantly faded from Yu Hua's face. He glanced left and right, seeing no abnormality, then snorted coldly and immediately activated the Netherworld Demonic Flames, forming a fiery shield that covered his entire body.

At the same time, he deliberately dispersed a wisp of the Netherworld Demonic Flames, transforming it into countless illusory embers that drifted in all directions.

The next moment, Yu Hua suddenly turned his head, staring at a patch of empty space, and roared, "Get out here!"

The living corpse, left outside by Qin Sang, witnessed this entire scene.

Qin Sang was not surprised by this outcome.

Even the Yin Soul Threads of the Ten Directions Yama Array had some restraining power over the Flying Yaksha. The Netherworld Demonic Flames, being countless times more powerful than the Yin Soul Threads, were very likely the Flying Yaksha's bane.

Facts proved Qin Sang's guess correct.

This demonic flame was exceptionally powerful, unlike anything Qin Sang had ever seen.

Yu Hua's strength was insufficient to kill the Flying Yaksha, but with the aid of an artifact that could restrain it, he could certainly contend with it.

Once he figured out the Flying Yaksha and freed himself to deal with Qin Sang, Qin Sang would be in a dire situation.

The Flying Yaksha feared the Netherworld Demonic Flames, tying its hands. Yu Hua's situation was not critical. In this scenario, Qin Sang neither dared nor had the strength to intervene.

At this point, Qin Sang's spiritual energy had been overdrawn multiple times. He had relied entirely on spiritual pills to sustain himself earlier, and his spiritual sea and meridians were severely damaged, nearing their limit.

He hurriedly consumed a healing spiritual pill. Before his injuries recovered, he dared not continue taking pills or absorbing spiritual stones to replenish his spiritual energy, or else he would explode and die without Yu Hua needing to make a move.

Qin Sang suppressed his anxiety and observed the environment of the side chamber. After seeing it clearly, he inwardly thought, "No wonder Yun Youzi needed him to buy time."

At the end of this side chamber, there was surprisingly not an ice wall, but a barrier formed by restrictions. Inside the restrictions was complete darkness; nothing could be seen.

To enter, one first had to break through the restrictions.

Qin Sang suddenly turned his head to glance in the direction of the ice palace; the living corpse he left outside had been destroyed by Yu Hua!

Indeed, Yu Hua was quickly figuring out the Flying Yaksha's weaknesses and was now dragging it while pursuing Qin Sang towards this location.

This was not yet a desperate situation; he still had a plan, but he needed more time and a quiet environment to recover from his injuries and prepare.

"Five Elements Law-Breaking Swords!"

With a flick of Qin Sang's finger, five spiritual swords flew out.

Through years of experience, Qin Sang's mastery of restriction arts had advanced by leaps and bounds. Although he couldn't break restrictions as quickly as Yun Youzi, he no longer found it strenuous.