Chapter 560: Ziwei Palace and Sin God Palace

The omnipresent spiritual tide possessed world-destroying power. The entire world was vast and desolate.

Amidst the spiritual tides, the four-colored cloud cluster appeared minuscule, yet it advanced steadily. It was unknown how far they had delved into the Ancient Immortal Battlefield when, suddenly, a long purple rainbow appeared to the front-left of the four-colored cloud cluster. It moved with astonishing speed, weaving through the spiritual tides and rapidly approaching the cloud cluster.

Upon closer inspection, the purple rainbow was, in fact, a warship!

If Qin Sang could have seen the warship, he would have recognized it immediately: a unique flying artifact of the Heaven-Traversing Alliance, known as a Heaven-Traversing Warship. All artifacts of the Heaven-Traversing Alliance seemed to follow a standardized design, with similar functions, differing only in power. However, this particular Heaven-Traversing Warship was more than ten times larger than the biggest one Qin Sang had ever seen.

"Old Ox-Nose, you've only just arrived! I thought you were too afraid to go to the Ziwei Palace, fearing for your life!"

The four-colored cloud cluster stopped in place, waiting for the Heaven-Traversing Warship to draw near. From within, the mocking voice of the Red-Haired Ancestor resounded. Qin Sang, remaining quietly in the red cloud, realized that the Heaven-Traversing Alliance cultivators had arrived. He widened his eyes to look out but could only see a long purple rainbow.

A cold snort came from the warship, an immediate retort, "Old Red-Hair, I think you're the one getting older, getting more cowardly, and regressing! For this trip into Ziwei Palace, let's just hope you don't fall there!"

The Red-Haired Ancestor sneered, "I'm still waiting to collect your corpse; you'd better live a few more days than me. I heard you failed to forcefully break through to the late Nascent Soul stage – truly congratulations! Don't let things get worse; did you sustain any injuries? If Sin Abyss exploits your weakness, you might end up without an heir!"

The person on the warship angrily retorted, "When the lips are gone, the teeth feel cold! If something happens to the Heaven-Traversing Alliance, can your Minor Cold Domain remain untouched? You'd best seriously consider the alliance proposal I made the other day. If you act unjustly, don't blame me for reciprocating!"

After a pause, the Red-Haired Ancestor stopped shouting and transmitted a sinister message, "What, Old Ox-Nose, do you truly intend to surrender to Sin Abyss and live under someone else's roof?"

This time, it was the person on the warship who took control, calmly saying, "If things are beyond saving and the situation demands it, how can this old Daoist let the people of the Heaven-Traversing Alliance and so many disciples perish with it? Living under someone else's roof is always better than losing one's life! I'd like to see how long your Minor Cold Domain can remain carefree!"

The Red-Haired Ancestor roared in anger, "You dare to threaten me..."

"Do you really think this old Daoist is joking?" The person on the warship scoffed, "Old Red-Hair, why don't you come with me and see just how aggressive Sin Abyss has become! If not for Sin God Palace and Ziwei Palace opening on the same day, those old fellows from Sin Abyss surely wouldn't want to miss the chance to search for treasures. This old Daoist might not even have come to Ziwei Palace today."

The Red-Haired Ancestor's tone faltered.

Finally, someone intervened to mediate. From within the demonic energy, the voice of Ghostly Demon Lord echoed, "Enough, fellow Daoists. Now is not the time for a war of words. Although Sin Abyss is powerful, they are not strong enough to make us fear them to this extent. For now, Ziwei Palace is our priority; it won't be too late to discuss this further after we return. Fellow Daoist Zhenyi, have the spiritual materials for setting up the Minor Big Dipper Primordial Array been fully prepared?"

With Ghostly Demon Lord mediating, the Red-Haired Ancestor and Old Daoist Zhenyi ceased their bickering. Old Daoist Zhenyi spoke with a hint of pain, "A gamble is a gamble! This old Daoist painstakingly searched for over ten years to barely gather all of them. I hope there are no errors on your side."

Before he finished speaking, a voice as loud as thunder echoed from the seven-colored demonic mist, where the demon cultivators of Sky Demon Mound were located, "Fellow Daoists, rest assured, I have brought my clan's supreme treasure. It guarantees foolproof success."

"That's good then!" Ghostly Demon Lord said calmly, "Everything is ready, except for the last crucial element. Spatial rifts are densely scattered ahead; even we must proceed with extreme caution. I ask all fellow Daoists to cast aside your prejudices and cooperate sincerely."

As he spoke, the Heaven-Traversing Warship had flown to a point not far from the four-colored cloud cluster, reducing its speed and slowly approaching. Eventually, the two drew close together, moving forward side by side.

As expected, they hadn't flown far before encountering a spatial rift ahead. This spatial rift shimmered with milky-white light, appearing extremely delicate as it floated in the void. Even when struck by spiritual tides, it remained utterly motionless. It was the spiritual tide that was damaged instead. Regardless of their scale, any spiritual tide that touched the spatial rift was effortlessly sliced into two. It was unclear whether the spiritual tide's power was insufficient or if the spatial rift was simply too terrifying.

Even with the combined forces of the Nascent Soul cultivators from both major domains, they still dared not provoke the spatial rifts and immediately chose to bypass them. At first, the number of spatial rifts was sparse, but they became increasingly dense the deeper they went. There were even extremely subtle, hard-to-detect spatial rifts. The dangers here were no less than those in the inner valley of Boundless Valley. They not only had to withstand the impact of the spiritual tides but also evade the spatial rifts, causing their speed to drop sharply.

Inside the red cloud, there was complete silence. Only the thunderous roar of the spiritual tides could be heard. With his own safety in the hands of the Nascent Soul cultivators, Qin Sang could only resign himself to fate. He felt himself moving left, then right, sometimes even circling widely, wondering when it would end. Qin Sang clearly felt their forward speed decreasing, secretly shocked by the terrifying nature of the Ancient Immortal Battlefield's core, which forced even so many Nascent Soul mighty figures to proceed with extreme caution. During their progress, there were even several instances where they suddenly encountered unexpected dangers mid-journey, forcing them to make sharp turns and causing everyone great concern.

Time flowed slowly. The Heaven-Traversing Warship and the four-colored cloud cluster appeared to be stumbling, but in reality, they advanced steadily without major incident. They traveled for more than half a day.

Suddenly, Qin Sang felt the red cloud come to a halt. Just as he was wondering if something unexpected had occurred, he heard several soft exclamations around him, "Ziwei Palace has been reached!"

Qin Sang's heart stirred. He abruptly stood up, widening his eyes to gaze forward. When he clearly saw the scenery ahead, he couldn't help but gasp, utterly stunned by the unprecedented, grand celestial phenomenon!

Directly ahead was a desolate desert, its surface riddled with deep pits, clearly caused by the impact of spiritual tides. Any original sand dunes must have been flattened, allowing one to see to its very end at a glance. Remarkably, a vast area ahead was devoid of spatial rifts.

Deep within the desert, high above the sky, the sky was no longer filled with omnipresent spiritual tides but instead a white, hurricane-eye-shaped vortex of wind and clouds, stretching beyond sight.

No, it wasn't that there were no spiritual tides! All the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was caught within the wind-and-cloud vortex, unable to escape!

Inside the wind-and-cloud vortex, it appeared remarkably calm; the white clouds seemed motionless, unlike the ostentatious and violent spiritual tides. The vortex overshadowed the sky, pressing down extremely low. Even from such a distance, it gave Qin Sang an intensely oppressive feeling, an overwhelming sense of his own insignificance.

Not only Qin Sang, but the expressions of the others also clearly grew solemn as they stared blankly at the sight.

Ziwei Palace was at the very center of the wind-and-cloud vortex!