Chapter 927: Two Entries into the Seven Kill Hall

After their discussion, Elder Zou invited Qin Sang to accompany him, but Qin Sang declined again.

"This humble Taoist is accustomed to traveling alone. Moreover, I have some personal matters to attend to before heading to the Seven Kills Hall, so I won't trouble Elder Zou and the other fellow Taoists," Qin Sang said with a faint smile.

Qin Sang suspected foul play between the Eastern Alliance and Western Nether Alliance regarding the Seven Kills Hall, so he had been deliberately avoiding contact with them.

Elder Zou sighed softly, a hint of unspoken meaning in his voice. "Since you have no intention, Daoist, I won't insist. With this farewell, who knows if we will meet again in the future. Please take care, Daoist."

"You too, Elder Zou!" Qin Sang replied solemnly, cupping his hands in farewell.

After parting ways with Elder Zou, Qin Sang frequently visited shops and auction houses, spending a large sum of spirit stones to purchase various treasures. Three days later, he left Tianxing Island alone and flew towards Dongmen Island.

Returning to Dongmen Island again stirred memories of Qin Sang's first entry into the Seven Kills Hall.

The Seven Kills Hall was unpredictable. A safe place during his last visit might next time be occupied by a pack of fierce beasts, or a dangerous ancient restriction hidden within might be activated for some unknown reason.

However, his current strength far surpassed what it was then. As long as he remained cautious enough, the outcome should not be worse than last time.

Inside the temporarily rented cave dwelling.

Qin Sang took out fifteen banner poles and slowly caressed them.

In Qin Sang's mind, the primary objective of this trip to the Seven Kills Hall was not even to find the ancient teleportation array, but to subdue the Nine Nether Demonic Flame and forge the Eighteen Demonic Banners.

As an artifact forger, he was very aware of the value of top-grade magic treasures. If he missed this opportunity, he might never get a second chance to acquire such a treasure, not even after reaching Nascent Soul stage.

With the Eighteen Demonic Banners in hand, even if he couldn't find his way back, his strength would be formidable enough to seek out more opportunities.

At this thought, Qin Sang's eyes flickered, and he looked thoughtful.

He recalled the Flying Yaksha that was still in the Ghost Domain, wondering about its current state.

It was unexpected for his strongest corpse puppet to be stolen by a lone ghost in the Ghost Domain. Every time he recalled it after returning, he felt a surge of annoyance.

The ghost's power shouldn't be too strong; otherwise, it wouldn't have acted so stealthily and would have attacked his main body directly. However, it seemed to possess intelligence, capable of obscuring the soul imprint he had left in the corpse puppet, so he couldn't afford to be careless.

The existence of such a ghost in a Ghost Domain sealed by the Nine Nether Demonic Flame for untold years was intriguing; some kind of anomaly might have occurred. While ghost cultivators generally had longer lifespans than normal cultivators, such a lifespan was almost against the natural order.

It seemed there were still undiscovered secrets hidden within the Ghost Domain.

At that time, his Heavenly Eye Butterfly hadn't yet broken through its third transformation, so its Heavenly Eye hadn't activated. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so thoroughly deceived.

Now that the Heavenly Eye Butterfly had advanced to the middle stage of its third transformation and its innate divine ability had improved further, it was the perfect time for revenge. Should that ghost dare to show itself, it would have nowhere to hide from the Heavenly Eye.

Retrieving the corpse puppet was secondary, as a puppet only comparable to an early Core Formation cultivator was no longer of much help to him.

When forging the demonic banners and collecting the Nine Nether Demonic Flame, he absolutely could not be disturbed.

He needed to extract the power of the Nine Nether Demonic Flame bit by bit and seal it within the demonic banners. Even a minor mishap could trigger a demonic flame rampage, causing it to backfire on him.

Qin Sang pondered for a while, then put away the banner poles, settled into meditation, and waited for the final moment to arrive.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Sang had been on Dongmen Island for a month.

During this period, more and more cultivators gathered there, but the Seven Kills Hall showed no signs of opening, making everyone increasingly restless.

Another half month passed. Qin Sang, who was meditating in his cave dwelling, was awakened by a powerful aura.

Having returned to this familiar place, he knew the time was right. He immediately stopped his cultivation, quickly packed all his belongings, and hoisted the stone coffin containing his external incarnation onto his back.

Just as he flew out of the cave dwelling, he heard a voice from above: "The Seven Kills Hall will open at midnight tonight. Fellow Taoists, please prepare yourselves."

Qin Sang's eyes glinted. He transformed into a streak of light, flew out of Dongmen Island, and after a wide detour, headed leisurely towards the storm. Along the way, his escape light was inconspicuous, maintaining a low profile. It was still early for midnight, so he had plenty of time.

Soon after, Qin Sang once again reached the storm barrier.

Seeing the scene within the storm again was still breathtaking.

It was hard to imagine how the cultivation world had transformed into this state, or by what means those powerful cultivators had left behind barriers to isolate the storm and protect future generations for so long.

After surveying his surroundings, Qin Sang's brow flickered, and he conjured his Ebony Sword.

With a sword aura enveloping him, he unhesitatingly passed through the barrier.

As soon as he entered the storm, a gray hurricane swept towards him. Qin Sang's expression changed slightly, his sword aura flashed like lightning, and he instantly moved a dozen zhang sideways.

The hurricane grazed past him, but the colossal waves it stirred up, towering like the sky, were impossible to avoid.

With a thought, Qin Sang's sword aura flared, and enduring the terrifying impact, he pierced through the massive waves.

His strength was incomparable to what it once was; he dared to travel alone through the outer reaches of the storm.

However, facing the hurricane's true form still filled him with dread. He had no doubt about its power; if he were swept away by it, even if he managed to escape, he wouldn't know where he'd end up.

Getting lost deep within the storm meant it would be almost impossible to find his way back, and the consequences would be dire.

Out of caution, Qin Sang slowed down and traveled by sword. He maneuvered through the gaps in the hurricanes, following the guidance of the jade talisman, and flew towards the Seven Kills Hall.

The journey was quite smooth. Just as he was about halfway, Qin Sang suddenly frowned slightly and brought his escape light to a halt.

*Rumble...*

The raging winds and towering waves shook the heavens and earth, drowning out all other sounds.

Qin Sang hovered in mid-air, channeling his protective sword qi to resist the wind and waves, and turned his head to look left. At the edge of his vision, two figures were also stopped there, indistinct and flickering due to the storm.

At the same time, Qin Sang sensed their gazes, which seemed to indicate ill intent.

"Xiang Yi mentioned that villains would hide in the storm to plunder others. Could I really have encountered them?"

Qin Sang narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold sneer appearing on his masked face.

After a brief standoff, Qin Sang saw that the other party made no move, so he flicked his Ebony Sword and shot through the air.

Only after Qin Sang had left did the two figures sweep over one after another.

"He's gone too far!" One of them scanned the area, found Qin Sang's tracks lost, and couldn't help but pound his chest in frustration, complaining, "Big Brother, we finally encountered a lone target! Why didn't you let me make a move?"

The other person, wearing a ghost-face mask, stared in the direction where Qin Sang had vanished and said gravely, "Who dares to travel alone in the storm and is easy to provoke? This person's escape light was perfectly steady, showing he's no ordinary individual. I sensed a hint of danger from him. I suspect we might regret it if we truly made a move against him."

"That strong?" The other person was startled by this. "Fine! Let's listen to Big Brother and let him go! The feng shui here isn't good. Let's find another spot. We absolutely must close a deal today."