Chapter 987: Plan

"Since this fire spell integrates the power of the Winter Nether Cold Flame, and the Winter Nether Cold Flame fears demonic fire, perhaps we can use this as a breakthrough, utilizing demonic fire..." Bai quietly explained.

Qin Sang nodded, not saying much. He had only just learned about this spellcraft and couldn't think of a better solution.

The thread of fire touched Qin Sang's arm, feeling chilling and bone-piercing. Bai warned Qin Sang to suppress the demonic fire, emphasizing that he must not allow it to backfire, or they would both be injured.

Qin Sang was very cautious, carefully activating the Demonic Banner. Bai stared intently at the thread of fire. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly cast several incantations towards it. One thread of fire began to twist, transforming into strange runes that bore a similar fluctuation to those of the fire spell. A look of joy had just appeared on Qin Sang's face.

Unexpectedly, Bai suddenly stopped, pondered for a moment, and then resumed his actions. In this intermittent manner, the threads of fire continuously twisted and deformed, manifesting countless runes. Finally, they coalesced, barely forming a small, transparent demonic fire spell seal. Immediately, Bai pointed his ethereal finger at Qin Sang's arm. The demonic fire spell seal trembled and floated over, but it disintegrated before it could even touch Qin Sang's skin.

Witnessing this, Qin Sang sighed inwardly, understanding what Bai had just said. Breaking the fire spell was not something that could be achieved overnight; it was extremely difficult. It was unclear how much of Bai's memory had recovered, but his memories related to spellcraft were clearly hazy and incomplete, forcing him to gradually grope for a solution.

Night fell. Qin Sang looked back over his shoulder. Dark clouds obscured the moon, and no starlight was visible. The end of his vision was completely engulfed by darkness. It was as if a terrifying beast, relentless in pursuit, was opening its blood-soaked maw, eager to taste its prey.

Qin Sang sensed his internal state and the remaining spiritual energy in the spirit stones he held. He had to plan his medicinal intake carefully, combining it with the Three-Light Jade Elixir to minimize impurities and endure for as long as possible.

Bai continued to make various attempts. Two hours passed; it was already late into the night. Despite repeated failures, Bai persisted, his pressure no less than Qin Sang's. By this time, the demonic fire spell seal he had conjured was several times more stable than the initial one.

"Go!" The demonic fire spell seal landed on Qin Sang's arm once more.

This time, the demonic fire spell seal did not immediately shatter. Seeing this, Bai's face lit up with joy. He quickly changed his incantations, and the demonic fire spell seal shimmered translucently, slowly merging into Qin Sang's arm. Following this, a faint, peculiar fluctuation emerged within Qin Sang's body. Qin Sang suppressed the True Essence in his meridians, so as not to interfere with Bai's actions.

Bai remained silent, concentrating on guiding the demonic fire spell seal through Qin Sang's arm, seemingly searching for something. A short while later, Bai's expression shifted slightly, and he abruptly pressed on the demonic fire spell seal.

"Boom!" A powerful burst of dark light erupted.

The demonic fire spell seal suddenly unleashed a powerful fluctuation. Under its impact, a faint blue glow appeared in Qin Sang's flesh, and the fire spell runes flickered into visibility. Within the runes, flames seemed to flicker, and the moment they became visible, they began to retract inward.

"Condense!" Bai rapidly changed his incantations. The next moment, the runes were actually constrained by the power of the demonic fire spell seal. Qin Sang felt a sharp pain inside him, then saw an inconspicuous blue light being forced out by the demonic fire spell seal. The core of the fire spell emerged, appearing as a wisp of blue flame.

"Break!" Bai shouted. The demonic fire spell seal violently shook, and the fire spell shattered immediately, dissipating into the wind.

"The fire spell is broken?" Qin Sang was overjoyed.

However, Bai showed no joy. He sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness, and spoke to Qin Sang. "The fire spell is very complex! I only recalled fragments of it, managing to create an imperfect spell seal. Using this demonic fire spell seal, I can slowly force it out bit by bit, then forcibly break it, gradually removing the fire spell from your body. However, this process will be extremely slow. Especially when expelling the fire spell that has integrated into your internal organs, a single mistake could easily cause you severe injury. We would be caught by Old Demon Mou before we could even finish dispelling the spell."

Bai's tone was heavy. Upon hearing this news, Qin Sang's heart sank abruptly. It seemed he was facing a dead end. Bai could leave at any time, while he could only close his eyes and await death.

"There's no rush to fully dispel the fire spell; we can try to mask its fluctuations!" Qin Sang took a deep breath, refusing to despair. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. "Perhaps we can also rely on external forces: restrictions, spirit arrays... or even chaotic spiritual energy in the environment." Qin Sang had actually anticipated this outcome, constantly contemplating every possibility and preparing for the worst.

Since Old Demon Mou dared to use such a method, he must have been confident that the fire spell wouldn't be easily broken by Qin Sang. Indeed, without Bai, even with control over demonic fire, Qin Sang would have been helpless against the fire spell.

Bai pondered for a moment, then said, "Old Demon Mou's ability to sense your location from such a distance is largely due to the Winter Nether Cold Flame, which enhances the spell's power. Using the demonic fire spell seal to suppress the fire spell's fluctuations might work; it's worth a try! As for external forces..."

"Do you mean the storm zone?"

Bai's eyes lit up. "The chaotic spiritual energy within the storm zone could disrupt Old Demon Mou's perception, but the prerequisite is that we enter the storm zone before he catches up. Furthermore, just staying on the outskirts of the storm zone might not be enough. If we rashly venture into the deepest parts, even if we genuinely manage to shake off Old Demon Mou, I'm afraid we..." Bai hesitated.

Even if Qin Sang immediately changed direction and flew towards the storm zone, it would still take several days to reach it, and Old Demon Mou wouldn't give them that much time. Moreover, venturing into the deeper parts of the storm zone, while possibly shaking off Old Demon Mou, would expose them to the dangers of chaotic spiritual tides and hurricanes within its depths. Even more terrifying was the possibility of getting lost there. This time, there would be no one to guide them.

"Fellow Daoist, do you recall Yuan Zhu saying that the immortal's cave was discovered by accident? How credible do you find that?" Qin Sang's eyes narrowed as he spoke. "Your strength and mine are no weaker than Yuan Zhu's, yet I wouldn't dare to enter and exit the storm zone casually, wandering around inside. Yet Yuan Zhu was able to find such a well-hidden immortal's cave."

Bai was slightly stunned. "Are you saying... he had a way to navigate the storm zone?"

Qin Sang sighed. "To survive, I must brave the storm zone, no matter what. Even if there's only a sliver of hope, I can't let it pass. I ask you, Fellow Daoist, to help me one more time. If Yuan Zhu had no solution, then you don't need to come with me to your death. We can part ways here, and I will give you all the clues related to the Heavenly Corpse Sect. If I manage to cling to life... perhaps we will meet again by fate!"

Bai gazed deeply at Qin Sang. "Alright!"

Then, Qin Sang laid out his plan. Bai pondered for a long time, then offered his own suggestions to refine the plan. Finally, Bai exclaimed, "If your plan succeeds, there's a considerable chance... but the cost will be immense. Are you truly willing to pay it?"

"Compared to my own life, what is that small price?" Qin Sang let out a self-deprecating bitter laugh, then said solemnly, "From now on, it all depends on you, Fellow Daoist."