Chapter 944: Chaos

The Mortal World

A grand formation broke through demonic restrictions, converting departed souls. Its immense power shook the heavens, yet its commotion did not spread far.

After the anomaly occurred, the clouds above the forbidden land subtly brightened, effortlessly dispelling the phenomenon. The disturbance here didn't even reach the Purple Mist Forbidden Land.

The Great Rift Valley's interior was affected, but there were no signs of landslides or ground fissures. Only the ferocious beasts dwelling deep within the rift were disturbed.

Qin Sang and Bai faintly heard chanting.

Bai felt a sense of relief.

He stared blankly at the sky. His vow was finally fulfilled, yet his gaze held a mix of bewilderment and wistfulness.

He silently vowed, "My obsession is gone; I will journey far to find myself. On another day, I shall honor you all."

As the aftershocks struck, they felt like a lone boat adrift in a storm.

Bai fully gathered the spectral mist, carrying both of them swiftly towards the canyon.

Qin Sang ordered the Two-Headed Hou to return to its slumber, activated his Phoenix Wings, and remained ready to awaken his external avatar at any moment. Should anything unexpected occur, he would have to sacrifice his avatar to distract the Nascent Soul cultivator.

They were already hidden near the canyon entrance and reached it in an instant, faintly hearing roars of alarm and fury.

The combined forces of demonic restrictions, the soul-converting formation, and the spectral mist created a chaotic scene outside the canyon.

Using his Heavenly Eye Butterfly divine ability, Qin Sang observed demonic restrictions appearing on the cliff faces, then crumbling. Stone fragments fell from the mountain walls, but the mountains themselves only vibrated, without collapsing.

The Nine Nether Demonic Flame had been dispersed, and the Nascent Soul cultivator was currently under attack.

Outside the canyon, a bone-white light flickered on and off. Within the white glow, countless square bone tile phantoms appeared. These tiles seemed to seal evil spirits, which emitted chilling screams.

"So, they were bone tiles!" Qin Sang's heart stirred as he recalled the scene he had previously glimpsed.

"Quickly, let's go!" Bai urged through a voice transmission.

Qin Sang nodded; this was the peak of the aftershocks.

Protected by the Bone Tile Great Formation, the Nascent Soul cultivator appeared unharmed. Unfortunately, the spiritual energy was too chaotic, restricting his Heavenly Eye and preventing him from discerning the true nature of the Bone Tile Great Formation.

The demonic restrictions began to disintegrate from the center of the Ghost Land. They dissolved so quickly at the canyon entrance because the restrictive power there was weakest, and Bai had specifically targeted it. Once all the demonic restrictions around the Ghost Land collapsed, the spectral mist would have nearly dispersed.

By then, the Nascent Soul cultivator would have regained his footing and would have enough energy to seek them out. It would be too late to escape then.

Therefore, they had to seize this moment to escape while the Nascent Soul cultivator was preoccupied.

The two exchanged glances, then plunged into the canyon. One unleashed a divine ability, the other activated a magic treasure, working in close cooperation. They flowed with the spectral mist, swept out of the canyon in the blink of an eye.

They scarcely dared to breathe, their hearts pounding in their throats as they swept past the Bone Tile Great Formation.

At that moment, Old Devil Mou was fully activating his great formation, his expression exceptionally grim.

He had not anticipated such an anomaly in the Ghost Land. A terrifying fluctuation had suddenly appeared, instantly dispersing the demonic flame he had coveted.

Caught off guard, Old Devil Mou was struck hard and sent flying a considerable distance. Fortunately, the demonic flame's power had already been weakened, and the Bone Tile Great Formation, which he had set up in advance, helped him withstand this calamity. Otherwise, the outcome would have been hard to predict.

Watching the demonic flame dissipate, Old Devil Mou's heart bled.

Unlike others, he didn't care about the treasures in the Ghost Land; the demonic flame was his sole objective.

If he could subdue this demonic flame, he would not only have great hope of advancing to the late Nascent Soul stage and becoming a top expert in Canglang Sea, but there was even a faint possibility of achieving God Transformation.

His beautiful fantasy shattered before his eyes, enraging Old Devil Mou.

At this point, cracks began to appear on some of the bone tiles themselves, yet he showed no thought of retreat. He spared no effort to activate the great formation, resisting the impact, pushing upstream, and attempting to seal off the canyon.

Even in that most perilous moment, Old Devil Mou didn't forget to send out a wisp of his divine sense to investigate, in case he overlooked anything. If not for the ancient treasure Crimson Essence Gauze and Bai's divine ability to manipulate the spectral mist, he might indeed have detected something.

Without the demonic flame, only acquiring the treasures inside could compensate for his loss.

Before the appearance of that mysterious individual, no one had ever set foot in the Ghost Land.

Old Devil Mou didn't know what restriction the mysterious individual had triggered in the Ghost Land to cause such a massive disturbance. He surmised that the person must be in a difficult situation now and could not have escaped unharmed.

If the mysterious individual had died on the spot, he would have gained an unexpected advantage.

If they were gravely injured and fleeing, that would be even better. Intercepting them would not only yield the Ghost Land's treasures but also allow him to perform soul-searching to discover how they resisted the demonic flame and infiltrated the Ghost Land.

Perhaps he could even find the demonic flame afterward.

Just then, Old Devil Mou noticed the fluctuations began to weaken. His heart filled with delight, and he spared no effort to activate his formation, charging into the canyon, unaware that the main perpetrators had already fled the moment he was struck.

Qin Sang and Bai successfully escaped. Seeing that they hadn't been detected, they felt a moment of relief, but dared not relax even slightly. After awakening the Fat Silkworm, they sped outwards with all their might.

Unexpectedly, before they reached the rift valley cliffs, they heard successive beast roars from deep within the valley, like tigers roaring and dragons bellowing, growing ever closer.

Qin Sang's heart pounded in his chest. He quickly asked, "Are there Nascent Soul-level ferocious beasts here?"

Bai nodded. "Over the years, a few have indeed prowled before the demonic flame, their aura equivalent to that of a Nascent Soul. As for their exact number, I am not certain."

Qin Sang's expression darkened upon hearing this. "We must leave as quickly as possible. I believe my evasion art is somewhat superior to yours. Since your Heavenly Corpse Talisman and soul imprint within your body are intact, perhaps you could enter my Corpse Puppet Bag. Would you be willing to endure this inconvenience?"

If the top-tier ferocious beasts were startled and encountered the Nascent Soul cultivator, a major battle might ensue.

However, Qin Sang had no intention of profiting from the conflict. He had already gained enough advantages and saw no need to risk it. Moreover, that Nascent Soul cultivator's cultivation was exceptionally high, and the ferocious beasts might not be able to stop him.

Bai had first unsealed the altar, then just now activated the spectral mist to blind the Nascent Soul cultivator. These actions had consumed an immense amount of energy, leaving him with little reserve. Furthermore, his evasion art was far inferior to Qin Sang's.

The Heart Demon Vow they had made required them to assist each other until they were out of danger. Qin Sang naturally wouldn't break his promise, but he also couldn't afford to be a burden to Bai. Thus, he had to let Bai try to enter the Corpse Puppet Bag.

Once they were safe, he still had many questions to ask Bai.

"I have witnessed your evasion art, fellow Daoist... In the face of such great peril, what does a little inconvenience matter?" Bai was unconcerned. Seeing Qin Sang open the Corpse Puppet Bag, he released some of his restrictions on the Corpse Refining Nascent Soul.

Perhaps it was because Bai was originally just a wisp of a residual soul, but as soon as Qin Sang chanted the incantation, he truly managed to draw Bai into the Corpse Puppet Bag.

"It's quite tranquil in here; I can use this time to recuperate and restore my energy. I appreciate your effort, fellow Daoist," Bai's voice transmitted.

Hearing Bai's voice transmission, Qin Sang glanced at the Corpse Puppet Bag with surprise. Then, his Phoenix Wings spread wide behind him, a dragon spirit encircled his body, and simultaneously, he summoned his Ebony Sword, unleashing the Sword Qi Thunder Sound divine ability.

With three top-tier evasion arts unleashed simultaneously, Qin Sang transformed into a three-colored escape light—blue, red, and white—and fled in disarray, not even daring to retrieve the purple crystal.

The aura of a top-tier ferocious beast was approaching from that very direction.

The Fat Silkworm let out a displeased grunt; Qin Sang had broken his word.