Chapter 945: Bird's Mouth Escape

The Mortal Realm

The Mortal Realm

Qin Sang felt a wave of fear after the fact.

This top-tier fierce beast was likely the leader of the beasts guarding the purple crystals.

Fortunately, last time he knew when to quit; after seizing one purple crystal, he chose to leave. Otherwise, he would have been in grave danger.

"Don't worry, you'll get your share!"

Qin Sang offered a word of comfort.

The purple crystals were difficult to obtain, but there were still two poisoned areas in the Seven Kills Hall. Perhaps medicinal herbs that attract the Fat Silkworm grew in Fairy Flower Lake.

The Fat Silkworm, understanding the gravity of the situation, trembled on Qin Sang's shoulder, sensing the oppressive aura of the top-tier fierce beast. It dared not make any more noise.

The impact grew weaker and weaker.

Old Demon Mu stood at the entrance of the canyon. The grand formation appeared dilapidated, and some of the bone tiles themselves had already cracked. Yet, he paid no attention to this, his gaze fixed intently on the depths of the ghostly area.

Seeing no one emerge from the ghostly area, Old Demon Mu became restless. His lips moved slightly, and then a wisp of blue spiritual flame flew out from between his eyebrows—it was the Winter Underworld Cold Flame.

The cold flame condensed into a ball in front of him, reflecting in Old Demon Mu's eyes like two cold gleams.

He looked down at the cold flame and murmured, "Revered Winter Underworld was about to break through the late Nascent Soul bottleneck and become a Grand Cultivator, but tragically fell to the Heavenly Tribulation, dying on a desolate island in the demon sea, only to be discovered centuries later. One has to say, fate plays tricks on people. Unfortunately, the cultivation of this secret art is too difficult. I have spent decades on it, only achieving a minor mastery and failing to fully refine the Winter Underworld Cold Flame. Otherwise, my strength would be no less than that of a Grand Cultivator. Why would I need to be threatened by the Demon Lord and the old Daoist, wasting precious time? So be it, if the demonic fire dissipates, then it dissipates! Even if I truly managed to obtain it, subduing it would likely be a distant prospect. Refining the Winter Underworld Cold Flame, however, offers great hope of breaking through to the late Nascent Soul stage and shaking the two realms. The difficulty of reaching the God Transformation stage is beyond ordinary comprehension; it's uncertain if even one such cultivator will appear in tens of thousands of years..."

Despite his words, Old Demon Mu still felt a pang of heartache when he thought of the demonic fire.

He flashed to the entrance of the ghostly area, only to find it in utter disarray.

Afterwards, Old Demon Mu set up the bone-tile grand formation again. Out of caution, he even forced out several drops of essence blood and infused them into the bone tiles, making the formation's power no weaker than at its peak.

Next, he activated his divine sense for a brief probe and discovered that the ghostly mist would affect it. Fortunately, as the lingering souls were purified and the demonic restrictions disintegrated, the ghostly mist continued to dissipate. By now, little of it remained, and even with the naked eye, one could see sights dozens of feet away.

Old Demon Mu's divine sense was exceptionally strong, unmatched by cultivators of the same rank, so this slight influence was almost negligible. He chanted an incantation, and his divine sense condensed the cold flame, transforming it into several cold-fire puppets that scattered into the ghostly area to search extensively.

The cold-fire puppets swiftly swept towards the depths of the ghostly area, leaving no corner unchecked.

The ghostly area was limited in scope, and the cold-fire puppets easily surveyed it, finding traces of the altars that remained.

The altars and light pillars had already shattered when the lingering souls were purified.

Old Demon Mu's true form appeared above the altars, his eyes flickering. It was hard to tell what the altars were used for, but he could discern that they were certainly not from this era, and the strange phenomena must have been triggered by them.

The altars had been in the ghostly area for countless years, undisturbed, yet an anomaly occurred as soon as the mysterious individual entered. It was clearly activated intentionally.

Unfortunately, only these few traces remained, with no sign of anyone.

Aside from the five altars, there was nothing unusual.

The mysterious individual had vanished, neither alive nor dead, leaving no trace. Besides the five altars, there was no sign of any ancient cultivator's hidden abode, and not a single treasure was found.

This place could be considered the most desolate of all the secret realms in the Seven Kills Hall.

Old Demon Mu's brows furrowed, filled with immense doubt and surprise.

Had that person accidentally triggered some powerful restriction, leaving no remains?

"No! Even if that person had died, it's impossible for there to be no trace at all."

Old Demon Mu had already realized that the impact suffered within the ghostly area was not as violent as what he had encountered. "There must be something I've overlooked. Could it be..."

Before he could figure out the full story, a loud bang and a sharp bird cry suddenly echoed from outside.

After listening for a moment, Old Demon Mu's expression changed dramatically, and he rushed out of the ghostly area without a backward glance.

At this moment, Qin Sang was in a sorry state, fleeing in disarray.

Sensing the aura of a top-tier fierce beast inside the rift valley, Qin Sang dared not linger for a moment. He fully unleashed his escape art, flying straight upwards, soaring towards the sky above the rift valley.

No sooner had he left than the fierce beasts arrived.

The purple mist was extremely dense. Qin Sang, using his Heavenly Eye ability, saw some beast shadows: on one side, there was only a single beast, dog-like but not quite a dog, while on the other side was a group of dragon-like fierce beasts.

The two sides seemed to have a long-standing feud. They bared their fangs at each other, frequently emitting low growls.

Fortunately, their attention was drawn to their opponents and the commotion in the ghostly area, so they did not notice Qin Sang.

Just then, an unexpected development occurred.

A terrifying aura suddenly appeared above Qin Sang's head, and a gust of wind swept over him. A top-tier fierce beast, a colossal monstrous bird, descended from the sky.

The Heavenly Eye Butterfly gave a warning, and Qin Sang reacted with extreme speed. He immediately flattened himself against the cliff face, ordered the Fat Silkworm to compress the Poison-Dispelling Armor, and fully activated the Crimson Essence Veil to conceal his aura.

Unexpectedly, the monstrous bird was extremely vigilant and detected his presence.

The Crimson Essence Veil was only one reason Qin Sang had been able to deceive Old Demon Mu; White's contribution was not to be overlooked.

Had it been an ordinary transformed great demon or Nascent Soul cultivator, Qin Sang might have been able to pull off a deception.

However, these top-tier fierce beasts had lived for years in the Purple Mist Forbidden Zone. Not only could their strength rival Nascent Soul cultivators, but they were also extremely familiar with the area and possessed keen spiritual senses. Sure enough, he was discovered.

*Swoosh!*

A strong gust of wind swept forth.

The monstrous bird, carried by a fierce wind, let out a piercing screech that could penetrate eardrums. It opened its mouth and spat out a black light, which shot like a sharp arrow towards Qin Sang's hiding spot.

Qin Sang turned pale with fright.

He had thought he could relax after deceiving Old Demon Mu, but unexpectedly, there were so many top-tier fierce beasts in the rift valley, one of which had been perched on the cliff face all along. This was an unforeseen development, even for White.

Qin Sang had simply been lucky before, not having disturbed the monstrous bird.

With the monstrous bird blocking his way ahead, fierce beasts lurking behind him, and Old Demon Mu glaring intently, Qin Sang was in a perilous situation.

Qin Sang was burning with anxiety, his thoughts racing. He pushed off with his feet, narrowly dodging the monstrous bird's attack. However, he was grazed by the residual force and violently slammed into the cliff face, letting out a muffled groan.

*Boom!*

The black light struck the cliff face, sending countless shards of rock flying and leaving a large crater. Qin Sang's heart pounded at the sight.

The monstrous bird shrieked, flapping its wings, just as it was about to pursue Qin Sang. Suddenly, a series of roars echoed from the bottom of the rift valley, clearly conveying a warning and hostility, seemingly directed at the monstrous bird.

The monstrous bird paused, its fierce eyes fixed on the valley floor, and let out a defiant shriek in response.

Qin Sang had already secretly activated his Thunder Command Art, preparing for a desperate fight, but seeing this, he felt a wave of relief.

Just as he had anticipated, the top-tier fierce beasts, influenced by the Seven Kills Hall, possessed intelligence only slightly higher than other fierce beasts. It was impossible for these top-tier beasts to coexist peacefully; when they encountered a sworn enemy, their attention was immediately drawn away.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Qin Sang feigned weakness, tumbled away, got out of the monstrous bird's sight, and escaped in another direction.