Chapter 794: Gushan Island

Above the wilderness, a swirling passage appeared within the hurricane.

The passage was slowly shrinking, and the spirit array that had breached the immortal formation was being destroyed. Everyone had to leave the Seven Kills Hall before the passage vanished.

In the wilderness, withered grass swayed.

A figure appeared without warning. The person looked cautious, glanced around, and then transformed into a streak of light, shooting like an arrow towards the passage. Before entering the passage, this individual activated a jade talisman for protection and disappeared into the channel.

Qin Sang witnessed this scene. He was not in a hurry to leave, so he took out his jade talisman, prepared it, and waited quietly on the outskirts of the wilderness.

At this moment, he retrieved a bone flute from his Qianjun Ring. He still couldn't determine whether the bone flute was a magical artifact or something else, but he was certain it didn't belong to the current world; otherwise, its fragments wouldn't have been separated so far apart. The bone flute was very mysterious; it could connect to the power of the surrounding stars but didn't display the full might expected of a supreme treasure. Qin Sang recalled the bronze block he had helped Yun Youzi retrieve in Ziwei Palace. That bronze block was a fragment of an immortal cauldron, still incredibly heavy, and even scared the Southern Bright Divine Fire.

Qin Sang toyed with the bone flute, his gaze fixed on the wilderness. Time slowly passed. Cultivators emerged from the depths of the Seven Kills Hall, one after another, flying into the passage. During this time, Qin Sang saw Madam Liu again, but he remained silent, watching her leave. Throughout this process, he didn't spot Xiang Yi. If Xiang Yi had died inside, it would be a good thing, saving him a lot of trouble. Compared to the cultivators he had seen on Dongmen Island, far fewer had successfully left the Seven Kills Hall, indicating that many had already found their eternal rest there. While waiting, Qin Sang also observed, spotting several figures he suspected were Nascent Soul cultivators. He dared not make a sound. He stayed so far away precisely because he feared causing misunderstandings.

"Fewer and fewer people..." Qin Sang sighed inwardly, looking up at the sky. The passage had shrunk by half compared to when he first arrived, leaving him with little time. "If that person died in the Seven Kills Hall, the hope of restoring the bone flute would be slim. The Seven Kills Hall is too vast to search inch by inch. I only hope he left early, so there's still a chance outside..." This thought crossed Qin Sang's mind.

Just then, the bone flute in his hand suddenly lit up, emitting a faint glow. The change in the bone flute was sudden and unannounced. Qin Sang had been waiting for this moment. Seeing it, his expression changed. He immediately suppressed his inner surprise, identified the direction the bone flute was pointing, and abruptly looked up towards a distant mountain. The mountain was quiet; not a single figure could be seen. The person with the other bone flute must be hiding there!

Just as Qin Sang was about to get up and quietly approach, he suddenly saw a streak of green light shoot out from the mountain. The green light was brilliant and moved at an astonishing speed, streaking across the sky towards the passage. Within the green light, a faint ethereal pair of wings was visible. The person controlling the green light seemed to transform into a bird, flapping its wings with a burst of speed that even left Qin Sang feeling inferior. This person seemed to be fleeing desperately, as if being hunted. They didn't enter the wilderness but headed directly for the passage. Qin Sang couldn't see their face at all, much less ascertain their identity. He looked in the direction the person came from, but no one was pursuing them. That person was incredibly fast, rushing into the passage in the blink of an eye.

This caught Qin Sang off guard. His chosen hiding spot was a bit remote, and he watched as the light on the bone flute grew dimmer, indicating the connection was about to be severed. Qin Sang's heart tightened. Without time to think, he quickly activated his secret talisman and Sword Qi Thunder Sound, unleashing his fastest escape speed, and pursued.

A terrifying immense force slammed into him. As soon as he neared the passage, Qin Sang was almost thrown out. He fully activated his jade talisman, summoning a blood-red shield, and barely managed to stabilize himself. The familiar sensation returned. Upon entering the immortal formation, Qin Sang felt like a lone boat adrift in a storm-tossed sea, buffeted by chaotic fluctuations and struggling to control his direction. Fortunately, these impacts came from behind, pushing him out of the immortal formation. The blood-red shield released by the jade talisman was flickering precariously, and even cracks began to appear on the talisman itself. Qin Sang had experienced such situations before. He glanced at it but paid no further attention, focusing instead on the bone flute. The bone flute was like a dying candle, its light faint, but fortunately, the connection remained unbroken. Qin Sang exerted all his strength, moving with difficulty through the violent impacts, drawing closer to the direction indicated by the bone flute.

After an unknown period, Qin Sang suddenly felt his body relax, followed by a chilling cold. He opened his eyes and found himself submerged in the seabed. The sea here was also turbulent, with hurricanes stirring up massive waves and strong undercurrents. Although the surrounding forces were chaotic, they were much weaker than the terrifying fluctuations within the wind wall. Qin Sang knew he had successfully left the immortal formation, so he cast a water-escape spell and vigorously swam towards the surface. Previously, he had entered through the wind wall, but now he emerged from the seabed. Qin Sang was a bit disoriented, unsure where the Seven Kills Hall was truly hidden.

Fortunately, the connection hadn't broken. In fact, it seemed the distance between them had shortened within the immortal formation. The bone flute was now glowing brightly, indicating that the person was above him. To avoid attracting attention, Qin Sang put away the bone flute. When Qin Sang surged out of the water, he found himself outside the wind wall's range and in the midst of a storm. All he could see were raging waves, obscuring the distant scenery. He could only rely on the bone flute's guidance to approach the other person. Within the storm, one constantly needed to activate protective magical artifacts, making it difficult to maintain speed.

Qin Sang braved the wind and waves, noting that the other person had barely changed direction. Their target was clear and not Dongmen Island. "No wonder I never encountered them on Dongmen Island. This person must have come from one of the other two islands. Judging by the direction, they're likely heading towards Gushan Island..." Qin Sang deliberately slowed down, not wishing to make contact at this moment. He pondered, planning to first ascertain the person's identity after reaching Gushan Island. The speed this person displayed left even Qin Sang feeling inferior. The ethereal wings in the green light didn't seem like a magical artifact; if they were a manifestation of this person's divine ability, their strength might surpass Xiang Yi's, almost certainly making them a late-stage peak expert.

For the sake of the bone flute, Qin Sang hoped for a peaceful transaction, which would be ideal for everyone. However, his cultivation was inferior to the other party's. Rash contact might lead to misunderstandings, or the person might decide to kill him upon seeing his low cultivation, inevitably leading to a major battle. Qin Sang's escape techniques far surpassed others, allowing him to come and go freely, and he wasn't afraid of powerful adversaries. Yet, before this person, it became a disadvantage. Placing all his hopes on the Fire Pearl would be unwise; if it failed, he would be at a disadvantage. Within the storm, uncertainties were even greater.

As he was pondering these thoughts, Qin Sang suddenly felt something was amiss. He abruptly paused and turned to look into the distance, where an unusually massive wave surged wildly towards him. The violent fluctuations caused Qin Sang's heart to clench, and he vaguely saw two streaks of light, one red and one white, chasing each other in the sky. Sensing the aura of the escape lights, Qin Sang's expression changed drastically. Nascent Soul cultivators were battling nearby!