Chapter 906: Dark Clouds

The Mortal World

The passage, having lost its black smoke source, could no longer be sustained and was rapidly shrinking. Once the passage completely closed, those inside would have no escape. Even if they survived the spirit array, they would certainly be captured by the Lan Dou Sect.

The young man surnamed Fang faced a dilemma.

He was still completely unaware of what had happened recently, why that person had appeared there to destroy the flag array, or what else they had done.

All his junior disciples were trapped, and what if the treasure was inside...

After all, his second junior brother's strength and intelligence were well-known. If he personally stole the treasure, it shouldn't be easy for something to go wrong.

The young man surnamed Fang finally cursed loudly, flashing to the passage entrance. At the same time, the blood jiao beside him let out a roar, fearlessly rushing into the passage, with only a small portion of its body remaining outside.

Thud!

A wizard cultivator was thrown out, dizzy and disoriented, and was immediately grabbed by the collar by the young man surnamed Fang.

"Where's the stone platform?"

"Senior Brother!"

Having narrowly escaped death, the man was first joyful, then shocked. With a tearful face, he reported, "Second Senior Brother was ambushed and died on the spot. His relics were also... also stolen..."

Before the man could finish, the young man surnamed Fang exploded in rage, slapping him hard across the face, sending him flying dozens of feet away.

"Useless!"

The young man surnamed Fang trembled with fury.

He had ventured alone into the dragon's den, only to end up with nothing.

How could the young man surnamed Fang not be enraged? His second junior brother, with so many people and the Beast King Banner, had been killed and had the treasure stolen right under their noses.

At this moment, the blood jiaos collectively rescued another person. As the passage narrowed further, the blood jiaos could no longer hold on and were forced to retreat.

Three figures floated on the empty sea, looking utterly desolate.

Once the passage was severed, there was no way to rescue those trapped inside.

Now, only the three of them and two blood corpse worms remained. The most crucial thing was that the stone platform was lost, intercepted by someone else, and the task assigned by their master had been botched.

The three of them exchanged glances, their expressions filled with utter despair.

"Chase!"

"We swear we won't rest until this person is executed!"

The young man surnamed Fang's eyes were bloodshot, and he was on the verge of losing his mind. He didn't care if he could catch up, instead steering the blood jiao towards the direction where Qin Sang had disappeared.

The two junior disciples exchanged a glance, not daring to utter a sound. Upon realizing that Chief Lu was about to catch up, they were startled and quickly grabbed the blood jiao's tail.

Meanwhile.

Inside Dongming Island, cultivators from various sects had broken through the flag array. Some followed the escaping Black Snake Mountain disciples into the passage, while others surrounded those left behind.

The solitary Black Snake Mountain disciples held their Beast King Banners, offering futile resistance, their faces filled with despair. However, the goal of the various cultivators was to capture them alive, surrounding them without killing.

It was a chaotic scene.

Just then, a black and white streak of light sped towards them; it was none other than Old Daoist Huayang.

Old Daoist Huayang, who had been trapped by the blood jiaos until now, had his daoist robe in tatters, covered in bloodstains. His spiritual energy was somewhat chaotic, and his expression was extremely anxious.

Upon reaching the Dark Thunderwood Forest, Old Daoist Huayang had an ominous premonition. When he saw the exposed stone steps and sensed a violent power emanating from within, he was greatly alarmed. He rushed over, shouting, "The thunder pulp is about to erupt! Run!"

Hearing this, everyone paused. Seeing Old Daoist Huayang's appearance, they almost burst out laughing.

"What thunder pulp? Fellow Daoist Huayang, your Lan Dou Sect hides things so well! Dongming Island has hidden treasures, yet we knew nothing about them. If you hadn't been hogging everything, why would it have come to this..."

However, Old Daoist Huayang completely ignored them, abandoning his words and running away, as if something truly terrifying was in the forest. His expression didn't seem feigned.

Everyone's hearts tightened. They released their divine senses and finally discovered something amiss.

"This power is so violent. Could there really be thunder pulp hidden underground?"

"Run!"

Everyone scrambled to escape.

Just as they rushed out, a sun-like ball of light suddenly appeared in the Dark Thunderwood Forest and, under the horrified gazes of everyone, violently erupted.

The Dark Thunderwood Forest vanished completely, replaced by a deep pit. Terrifying tremors swept through everything.

The cultivators who managed to escape were hit by the aftershocks and now looked much like Old Daoist Huayang—dressed in rags, eyes glazed over, and faces filled with lingering fear.

Dongming Island quaked incessantly, and colossal waves surged.

Chief Lu, who was outside the island, also seemed to be hit by the impact. He grunted, his figure swaying precariously, then abruptly looked towards Dongming Island, his expression changing drastically.

Qin Sang, who had already fled a great distance, was also startled by the explosion. He turned his head and saw a black cloud rising from the direction of Dongming Island, seemingly mixed with arcs of electricity. It was particularly conspicuous against the clear sky and blue sea and lingered for a long time.

"What's going on?"

Qin Sang's figure paused. He looked somewhat dazed, not understanding what had happened.

When he was in the Dark Thunderwood Forest, he feared there might be further dangers inside the stone steps, and his Heaven's Eye Butterfly might be exposed if it went in, so he refrained. As long as he confirmed who had taken the treasure, he could simply kill them and take it, avoiding unnecessary actions and needless risks.

Therefore, Qin Sang was unaware of the existence of the thunder pool on Dongming Island.

"What exactly did those guys do?"

Qin Sang mumbled to himself. He was genuinely startled by the sight.

"They not only stole the treasure but also ruined this treasure land of Dongming Island like this. Although I didn't do it, the Lan Dou Sect will surely pin it on me in the end, right? Offending two major sects—the Wizard Clan and the Human Clan—and three Nascent Soul Grandmasters all at once... Fortunately, I was cautious enough not to use the two-headed qiongqi and the demonic banner in front of others. Only the Star Conch and Sword Light Division were exposed..."

Qin Sang's expression was conflicted.

He was unaware that another Nascent Soul cultivator of the Lan Dou Sect had already perished.

However, having two Nascent Soul enemies and being wanted by both the Wizard Clan and Human Clan together was enough trouble for him.

"The Black Snake Mountain people slaughtered the abandoned disciples of Dou Niu Peak, so it's likely that Dou Niu Peak's true inheritance has fallen into Black Snake Mountain's hands. The person I killed first seemed to be of high status, second only to the young man surnamed Fang. His mustard seed bag should contain it. I hope this true inheritance is useful. If it can resolve the Star Essence Infusion, I'll find a place to cultivate in seclusion for several decades and only emerge when the Seven Kill Hall opens. I'd like to see where you'll find me then..."

Qin Sang steeled his heart and said coldly.

He still had an important task to complete and no time to check the mustard seed bags of those two. Qin Sang looked behind him; he had already shaken off his pursuers. He immediately concealed his aura, circled back stealthily, and went to retrieve his avatar.

Soon after, the Green Cicada Coin in Qin Sang's hand stirred.

Before parting ways, Qin Sang had given his avatar another sub-coin, instructing him to crush it once he was safe so that Qin Sang could go and meet him.

Qin Sang arrived at the desolate island. Sensing his avatar's location, his expression relaxed. The avatar had successfully escaped; with the chaos on Dongming Island, no one had indeed noticed the movements of a Qi Condensation disciple.

He flicked his finger, revealing a black coffin artifact, and ordered his avatar to enter it. He then carried the black coffin on his back and fled from this troubled area.

As for how much impact this great chaos would have afterward, it was beyond his concern.