Chapter 1342: The Blood-Colored Altar

Qin Sang flew out of the inner palace and saw the devilish hole they had passed through when entering.

The earth had split apart, and the devilish hole had not escaped destruction either. An enormous crack had opened around the entrance. Countless shattered rocks tumbled into it.

The devilish hole resembled a bottomless abyss. Despite swallowing so many rocks, there was still no sign of it being filled.

However, the inside of the devilish hole was far from calm. Space itself had become extremely unstable.

Qin Sang suspected that the fluctuations caused by the phenomena within Ziwei Palace’s inner palace had traveled through the devilish hole into Sin God Palace. If this continued, not only would the devilish hole be destroyed, but Sin God Palace itself would probably follow in the footsteps of the outer palace.

The range affected by the phenomena was simply too vast. Fortunately, Ziwei Palace had more than one exit. Even if the devilish hole were destroyed, they could still leave through the outer palace rather than being trapped here to die.

Qin Sang landed on the ground. Even standing here, he could already feel the unique chilling aura of the ghostly mist. The ghostly mist nearby was still relatively thin, but farther ahead, it grew increasingly dense.

Moreover, more and more ghostly mist was continuously spreading outward. It was difficult to imagine just how much ghostly mist the Immortal Tomb had accumulated before. After erupting, the area it affected had become astonishingly vast.

The Immortal Tomb also contained countless yin souls and ghostly creatures.

For some unknown reason, these souls and ghostly creatures normally would not leave the bounds of the Immortal Tomb. Even powerful beings at the corpse king and ghost king level would only attack after living people intruded into the Immortal Tomb.

As for the other corpse kings and ghost kings without Heavenly Corpse Talismans inside them, they came and went unpredictably. No one knew how many had been nurtured over the countless years.

At this very moment, those souls and ghostly creatures had also surged out of the Immortal Tomb alongside the ghostly mist.

Ghostly shrieks rose one after another. Yin wind swept through the air while thousands of ghosts ran rampant, making one’s scalp tingle with dread. The outer palace had transformed into a ghost domain and fallen into utter chaos.

This should have been the location from which they sent the signal. The talisman sword stopped once it pointed here.

He had arrived too late. No one else could be seen nearby.

Qin Sang had no idea what had happened earlier. The talisman sword had also lost its connection, leaving him unable to determine his senior sister’s location for the moment. He dared not act rashly and instead gazed deeply into the ghostly mist.

The ghostly mist was thick and heavy. Aside from the Immortal Tomb, the outer palace contained several other forbidden lands, all of which were now covered by the ghostly mist as well.

The only unusual sight was deep within the ghostly mist, where a mass of blood-red light could vaguely be seen even from where Qin Sang stood.

Because of the distance and the obstruction of the ghostly mist, the outline of the blood light appeared rather small.

"That should be the blood-colored altar." Qin Sang remembered that after leaving the Immortal Tomb, one would immediately see a blood-colored altar.

The altar was enormous in scale, shaped like a gigantic pyramid. Around it floated scarlet bloodthirsty qi. The bloodthirsty qi fused together with densely packed terrifying ancient celestial barriers. At a glance, it was obviously no place to provoke lightly.

Even Spiritual Infant cultivators would rather force their way into the heavenly mountain of the inner palace than touch the blood-colored altar.

As a result, despite standing within the outer palace for so many years, very few people had ever entertained thoughts about it.

Around the blood-colored altar, the condensed blood-soaked killing aura appeared vivid enough to drip. Yet in Qin Sang’s memory, it should not have been this dazzling before. Even the ghostly mist could not conceal it now.

Did they all go there? Qin Sang thought silently.

Other than the ghostly mist, nothing could be seen clearly, leaving him with only speculation.

Qingjun, Jingyu, and Bai had all disappeared. Most likely, they had become trapped within the ghostly mist. No matter what, he could not simply stand by and do nothing. He had to enter and investigate.

The three of them were all powerful and possessed methods to preserve their lives. With so many Spiritual Infant cultivators working together, it was impossible for them all to have been killed by Old Devil Ye.

Besides, the ghostly mist was Bai’s home ground. Within the ghostly mist, probably no one could keep Bai trapped.

Bai moved through the ghostly mist like a fish through water. Even if he could not defeat Old Devil Ye, he would certainly be able to escape.

Qin Sang guessed that the situation inside had most likely fallen into a stalemate.

Old Devil Ye’s objective was rather intriguing. He had first released a devilish monster from Sin God Palace, and now he had come to the blood-colored altar. Could it be that Ziwei Palace also sealed a devilish monster?

Qin Sang recalled that he had obtained the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells within the Ziwei Palace. It really was possible!

One devilish monster alone had already made Qin Sang feel as though he were facing a great enemy. If two devils joined forces, it was difficult to imagine what the immortal cultivation world of Beichen Realm would become in the future.

There would be no point in struggling at all. Qin Sang would retreat into the refuge without the slightest hesitation.

Just then, Qin Sang finally discovered something new.

Within the ghostly mist, several areas faintly flickered with weak light before vanishing again. As expected, they were likely cultivators using astra in battle.

These battlefields were not concentrated in one place but scattered apart from one another.

"No wonder there hasn’t been much commotion. They had previously prepared a spiritual array for all the Spiritual Infant cultivators to activate together against Old Devil Ye. Judging by the situation, my senior sister and the others were forced apart before they could even set up the array and are now fighting individually. Old Devil Ye’s side only has two people. I really don’t know how he managed it..."

Qin Sang swept his gaze back and forth, confirming the positions of those battlefields.

The astra light was far too faint, flickering in and out of existence, making it impossible to determine who was using which astra. Qin Sang summoned the Sky-Eyed Butterfly and fully activated its Sky Eyes, but he still failed to locate the Fivefold Tower.

I can’t determine Qingjun’s location. I can only choose the battlefield closest to me, ask what happened first, then decide what to do next. Once I enter, Bai should contact me... With those thoughts in mind, Qin Sang stopped hesitating and urged the ebony sword forward into the ghostly mist.

The eighteen devilish banners remained hidden within his sleeves. The devilish banners consumed too much power, and Qin Sang could not sustain them for long. They had to be used at the critical moment.

Whoosh! Qin Sang transformed into sword light and sped through the ghostly mist.

Any souls or ghostly creature foolish enough to block his path was instantly shredded apart by the treasured sword.

Before long, he arrived near the first forbidden land. The ground here was riddled with countless holes of every size, all interconnected beneath the surface in an extremely complicated network.

In the past, cultivators passing through this place would attract the attention of strange snake-like creatures dwelling inside the tunnels if they failed to conceal their aura properly. Those creatures would then swarm out to besiege intruders.

Now, however, every one of those creatures had vanished without a trace. Only souls and ghostly creatures remained everywhere.

Qin Sang’s luck was not bad. He did not encounter any ghost kings. Passing through one forbidden land after another, he gradually saw more clearly. The blood light emitted by the blood-colored altar grew increasingly bright.

Just as he was nearing his destination, Qin Sang suddenly withdrew his sword and came to a halt.

His eyebrows furrowed as he examined the ghostly mist ahead. There were no unusual fluctuations, but through the Sky Eyes, Qin Sang discovered that the flow of the ghostly mist here seemed somewhat abnormal.

After observing for a while, he still failed to determine the cause.

Time was pressing, leaving him no room for prolonged contemplation. With a wave of his hand, he released the Spiritual Infant Talisman Puppet to scout ahead. After confirming there was no danger, he flashed forward as well.

Once he entered this area, Qin Sang discovered that his vision had become even more restricted. His spiritual consciousness was also suppressed. Without the Sky Eyes, others could probably only see within a radius of several zhang around themselves. No wonder everyone had been unable to regroup for so long.

Finally, Qin Sang found his target. Several Spiritual Infant cultivators had joined forces and were currently being besieged by something. The one leading was Daoist Master Zhenyi!

At the exact moment Qin Sang charged inside...

Above the blood-colored altar, two figures floated on opposite sides of the altar. They were Old Devil Ye and the jade skeleton.

"Another fool who doesn’t know his own limitations has entered! Hehe, his swordsmanship seems decent enough, and he even has a Spiritual Infant Realm puppet..." Ghostfire flickered within the jade skeleton's eye sockets. His tone remained calm, tinged with faint disdain.