Chapter 1872: Vajra

credibly weak.He possessed a Corpse Pill, but after all, he wasn't a genuine Ghost Cultivator. Within the ghostly mist, his spiritual sense was still greatly restricted.And while the opponent could mo...'Wow…'

'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

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The flower fields trembled, the mountains shook, and some of the mountains even cracked. Huge boulders rolled down, heading straight for the flowerbeds, but an invisible force sent them flying away at the last moment.

Qin Sang was under immense pressure right now, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

While the court was in turmoil, he never relaxed for a moment.

The Hua Tian Great Formation has appeared in many cracks, Qin Sang sacrificed the Yun You Sword, and cast the Qixing Shen Fan Jian Array to stabilize the formation, but it was still unable to reverse the trend of the Hua Tian collapse.

'Boom!'

A deafening roar echoed across the ground, unlike anything they had ever heard.

Qin Sang's expression changed upon hearing the sound, his spiritual sense sweeping over the area, and he immediately discovered a tear in the edge of the flower field.

Then, tearing sounds erupted from all directions, and the flower field began to shatter from the outside in.

Qin Sang pondered and decided to retract the power of the Huacheng Grand Formation, protecting the Hua Ling. As for the outer perimeter, he could only let things unfold as they may.

'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

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Chunks of rock broke away from the earth, mountain peaks crumbled, and fissures continued to spread inward.

Flowers spirits were planted in vast numbers within the bone-filled flowerbeds, which lay at the center of the Flower Field. However, their roots and veins were connected to the earth's energy, leading to unforeseen consequences for the flowers spirits themselves.

Qin Sang had no better solution. He could only ensure that the flower spirit didn't die and wait for the ritual altar to return to peace before slowly adjusting it. It was better than pulling it out completely.

'Boom boom boom...'

The vibrations kept coming in from outside.

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Qin Sang couldn't tell whether it was a phantom storm or the battle outside that caused this, or perhaps both.

He looked up, the visions and auspicious clouds separating him from the sight beyond the imperial court. Yet a sense of oppression lingered in his heart, an instinctive suppression, a fear of the strong.

As expected, there should be powerful cultivators of the merging stage fighting. The Qi in the Hall of Control was too chaotic, and Qin Sang couldn't tell how many powerful cultivators were there.

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However, Qin Sang was no longer as nervous as before. The initial pressure felt above Zhizitan had gradually receded over this period of time, so the chances of the Zhi Altar being affected were decreasing.

Now you only need to worry about mirages.

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After a long while, Qin Sang sensed the change in vibration and his face broke into a smile.

"...Finally weakened..."

The next moment, Qin Sang's smile froze. His hands hastily formed seals, and his true essence surged wildly within him. He exerted every ounce of his power to condense nine spirit seals, which he launched with his finger towards the nine most crucial nodes of the formation.

At the same time, a powerful surge emanated from the depths of the throne room, causing all the phantoms within its reach to erupt in astounding visions.

'Click!'

A mighty thunderclap, echoing through the void.

The earth was ripped open, a fissure running through the entire landmass, nearly splitting the flower field in two.

Several flowerbeds were unfortunately located in the fissures. Luckily, Qin Sang was quick-witted and with a sweep of his sleeve, flowers sprung up from the ground one by one.

Pfft!

The bones have been reduced to dust, these flower beds are practically useless.

The flower spirit, once vibrant, was now tightly clenched within the bud. Its light had dimmed considerably, suffering great damage to its vitality.

Luckily, the violent shaking only lasted for a moment.

After the tremors, the phantom storm seemed to have reached its limit, stopping its expansion. It now resembled a dying ember.

The tremors continued, but they were all within a tolerable range.

Qin Sang waited for a while longer, confirming that the storm should not expand any further. Only then did he relax and look down at the flower field below, leaping to the ground.

Scanning his surroundings, Qin Sang began to get busy, his figure moving around the flower field, checking the damaged parts of the formation.

Finally, Qin Sang chose spiritual materials from the Qianjun Ring, summoned the Nine Nether Demonic Fire, and refined an array talisman on the spot to repair the grand formation.

To restore the Grand Formation, we still need to return to Mount Zhizhang and purchase a large quantity of spiritual materials.

After a flurry of activity, Qin Sang once again urged the great formation. The barrier outside the space instantly stabilized considerably.

Only then did Qin Sang have time to examine Hua Ling. After checking her over, he couldn't help but let out a light sigh.

The flower field was saved, but the spirit of the flowers is in a bad state.

Apart from those pulled out by him, the surviving Spirit Flowers were also wilted and injured.

The spirit flower is inherently delicate. Even if the Spirit Altar and Flower Field return to normal, it will still take time for it to recover. Before the spirit flower recovers, the source of flower dew will become a problem.

"Fortunately, there are still poisonous fruits..."

Qin Sang transplanted the flower spirits he had pulled out to other flower beds. These flower spirits recovered more slowly, possibly taking hundreds of years.

The impact of the Phantom Storm on Qin Sang was more than this.

Although the storm had stopped expanding, it hadn't subsided. Tremors continued, and the energy within the governing hall was incredibly chaotic. This place couldn't escape unscathed either.

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Before the storm subsides, the cultivation platform is no longer suitable for practice. This place can only be used as a flowerbed.

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“It seems I have to go back to Jianxin Island.”

Qin Sang pondered silently.

After a long wait, Qin Sang flew outside the formation, facing the earth-shaking impact.

He left the flower field, walking along the familiar path. What he saw was a familiar yet strange sight.

The surrounding visions are changing, more or less. Past experiences aren't entirely applicable.

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But the storm center was not nearby, and it wasn't completely devastated. Some old roads were still passable.

Qin Sang cautiously explored the area around the altar, then began to carefully venture toward the center.

He walked the path he had previously cleared, but the further he went, the harder it became. With the help of the Sky-Watching Butterfly, Qin Sang pressed on until he saw the phantom storm with his own eyes.

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Through a veil of fractured visions, sight pierced into a gray expanse, as if swallowed by a howling hurricane, the inside a chaotic whirlwind.

Qin Sang's last glimmer of hope was dashed.

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The location of the Red Gold Spirit Needles is inside the Phantom Windstorm!

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Even if we brought Mo Xingdao here, it would be impossible to find a scene that matches the memory.

The path of ascension, the future is unknown.

How long does it take for a phantom storm to subside, decades, centuries, or even millennia Can it ever return to its original state

"From now on, I can only honestly cultivate in this world and rely on the Dao Court"

Qin Sang frowned, observed for a long time, his eyes suddenly flashed with light, staring intently at one place.

Gradually, Qin Sang's expression relaxed slightly. He found that the storm was showing signs of subsiding, albeit very slowly. It was still a good omen.

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Moreover, as the storm subsided, there were signs that the visions were coalescing again, indicating that the foundation was still intact.

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"It is uncertain whether the phantom of the storm's center can still be restored, but there may still be a chance. Preparations should still be made..."

Qin Sang thought of the Taixing (Taiyi Star Chart).

To venture into the tempest, one might need the aid of the Taiyi Star Chart. He decided that once he broke through to the later stage of Nascent Soul, he would fully focus on refining artifacts and repairing this treasure.

Thinking about this, Qin Sang observed for a while longer, retracing his steps and heading straight for the exit of the Zhi Tan.

It is the tenth day since the end of the war.

The tribunal seemed to be the only one left. Qin Sang had not encountered any other humans or demon lords along the way. When he arrived at the outer perimeter of the tribunal, Xiang Yun, using his celestial eye, could only see that the outside world was eerily quiet, with no sign of anyone.

Beyond the platform, a vast plain stretched out. On the other side of the plain, the towering mountains had been leveled, leaving only a desolate landscape.

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Although the battlefield had been swept, the stench of blood lingered, a testament to the ferocity of the final battle.

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He didn't want to be caught in the crossfire and purposely stayed out for a few days, so he wasn't sure which side had won.

The air on the battlefield was extremely chaotic and filled with the frenzied aura of ferocious beasts, making it difficult to distinguish.

Qin Sang looked up at the sky.

The sky was overcast, as if a layer of gloom had settled over the place.

Qin Sang knew this wasn't normal weather changes, but the aftereffects of a battle between powerful beings.

Catching the lingering breath in the air, Qin Sang still felt a jolt of fear. It was undoubtedly left by a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, and the energy fluctuations were chaotic, clearly more than just two or three traces.

Through the lingering echo, it could be judged that the battlefield was constantly moving deeper into the Abyssal Origin. The outcome remained unknown.

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Qin Sang lingered outside the hall for a while, then returned to his cave dwelling. He needed to observe for a longer period before he could leave with peace of mind.

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Qin Sang swallowed the elixir, sat cross-legged to regulate his breath, and waited for his injuries to heal. He slowly regained consciousness.

As the saying goes, "Blessings often come disguised as misfortunes, and misfortunes often hide blessings."

This upheaval, Qin Sang lost a lot, but also gained immensely.

After defeating the Demon King, Zhan Yaohou has made great progress and is now nearing the late stage of the Huashen realm.

Zuo Zhenren tried to recruit him, guiding him in the path of refining emptiness. However, due to the interference of the demonic saint Da Sheng, the final battle never happened, and Qin Sang could be said to have gotten lucky.

Although it still requires trading with his military achievements, if not for the urgent situation, Master Zuo certainly wouldn't be so dedicated.

Speaking of harvest, we have to mention the beginning of everything.

The Qianjun spirit jade shone brightly, emitting two golden rays that landed in Qin Sang's palm, radiating with dazzling light.

The Vajra is very heavy.

The Vajra Fruit, the fruit of the Bodhi tree of Vajra, gathers the essence of the treasured tree and is ranked among the ten divine trees. It is renowned as the most solid and rigid wood in the world...

Qin Sang's mind flashed with information about King Kong.

It is said that treasures made from adamantine are incredibly durable and nearly indestructible. However, using it to forge swords is not a waste. Weapons crafted from adamantine are exceptionally sharp and specialized in breaking through defensive magical abilities.

“Although only two, they can greatly enhance the blade of the Yunyou Sword...”

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Qin Sang thought to himself, summoning the Yun You Sword and putting away one of its blades.

'Hum!'

The spiritual sword hummed softly, its blade light encasing the diamond-like body.

The sword seemed to come alive, as if it knew that the Vajra was a good thing and couldn't wait any longer.

Qin Sang smiled, silently operating his internal energy, guiding the Cloud-Traveling Sword to devour the divine tree.

The sword light pulled the diamond entity, slowly rising from Qin Sang's palm. The diamond entity moved slowly within the sword light, its outer layer beginning to 'melt'.

Seeing the long-awaited scene, Qin Sang couldn't help but feel sentimental. He collected his mind and exerted all his strength to control the sword.

Finally, the Yunyou Sword transformed into a sword embryo, swallowing the Vajra Realization and transforming it into the purest spiritual power of wood. It gradually devoured it.

The sword embryo hangs before him.

Qin Sang carefully sensed, after a moment he secretly nodded.

The Cloud-Traveling Sword has advanced to a spiritual treasure, far surpassing its former self. It devours the divine wood at an unprecedented rate, and it won't take long for it to 'digest' this diamond-hard core.

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Sheathed the Spirit Sword.

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Next, Qin Sang took out the other spoils one by one, sorting and counting them. Then he remembered that there were still two captives in the talisman altar.

The spirit of a female demon, and a demon marquis under the command of the Spirit King.

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If they continue to stay at the Healing Platform for cultivation, it will be inconvenient for them. Since they have decided to return to Jianxin Island for cultivation, they can be left behind.

The path to ascension is uncertain, and I only have Mo Xingdao by my side as a helper. We are short-handed.

Both demons are shrewd and know how to adapt, they should be easy to subdue.

However, Qin Sang didn't rush to let them out. He got up and walked out of the cave, glanced around, then jumped out of the flower field.

Two months have passed, the tremors from the storm still linger, and the surrounding phantasms are slightly more stable than before.

In a flash, Qin Sang appeared above the azure light sea. He leaned down and gazed at the surface of the sea, sensing it carefully before diving into the light sea.

Maximum depth dive.

Qin Sang went straight to the direction of Yougu. When he arrived, all he saw was an endless abyss of deep blue.

The secluded valley vanished.

Qin Sang refused to give up. He searched his surroundings for a long time, even willing to consume his own blood essence to help the Tianmu Butterfly cast its divine abilities, but he still found no trace of the Nether Valley.

Suspended at the bottom of the sea, Qin Sang fell into deep thought.

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The Diamond Bodhi tree did not vanish like the other bubbles. Qin Sang instinctively felt they still existed, but he had no idea where.

Although the hidden valley appeared here, there may be other entrances elsewhere.

The blue ocean of light was vast, and the pressure felt here at this moment was immense. Every inch searched took an unknown amount of time.

“Come again when you have the chance.”

Qin Sang transformed into lightning and broke out of the sea, returning to the cave dwelling to check on things before flying towards the exit of the governing altar.

Outside the court, there was deathly silence.

Not knowing the current situation, Qin Sang didn't dare to head straight for Xingdao Xianhu. He first went west, making a large detour, and finally passed through Shibazi to reach Doushanji.

He was very careful along the way, and nothing happened unexpectedly. He arrived safely in Seishiki and then felt the tense atmosphere.

Through discreet inquiries, it has been learned that Dao Ting and the Ghost Nation are feverishly massing troops on Huangquan Road, with war imminent.

One message, in particular, left Qin Sang a little confused.

Not long ago, Dao Ting announced that the Palace Master of Yintian Palace joined Bei Ji Qu Xie Yuan and was awarded the rank of Zhengsan Pin Jiutian Jinque Shangxian and Jiu Tian Chafan Shi. Bei Ji Qu Xie Yuan held a special celebration at the Zhi Tan altar for this occasion, with Zhenjun's imperial decree, showering him with the utmost honor.

In Qin Sang's understanding, a true immortal doesn't concern themselves with worldly affairs. The position of Zheng San Pin is the highest rank among the celestial officials in the Dao Court, truly the master of everything.

True Third Rank Immortals are undoubtedly few and far between. Even if one possesses the cultivation of Late Nascent Soul, they might not be eligible without sufficient merit or seniority.

The relationship between the Dao Court and the palaces of various Daoist sects is subtle. Although masters from different sects can work in the Dao Court, it would be difficult for them to hold such a high position.

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What qualifications does the Palace Master of Yintian Palace have

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Moreover, Yintian Palace is also a lineage of Taoism. Its sect is located in Huangquan Dao and spares no effort in slaying demons and eliminating evils. It is certain that there is a Dao Court supporting it behind the scenes.

Since both parties are already close, wouldn't this be going overboard

Qin Sang pondered deeply, unable to grasp the reason. He returned to Gushi with a puzzled expression. The atmosphere along the way was even more tense than when he was with Bai Shizhi.

As the flames of war erupted, Kuzan was at the forefront, and all cultivators were in peril.

When Qin Sang entered Xingshan Xianhu, he was still stopped for inspection. He only got through by showing the Jian Xin Dao token given to him by Zhijian Zhenren.

Upon returning to Jianxin Island, the Sword Slave sensed that the large formation had been triggered and immediately came out to greet him.

“The old slave greets the True Person.”

Despite their long familiarity, Jian Nu still bowed respectfully.

Qin Sang had advised him several times, but to no avail. Helpless, he simply went along with him, flashing beside the shore and looking towards the cave dwelling of the Sword-Wielding True Person, “Is the Sword-Wielding Daoist friend on the island now”

The sword slave nodded, "Master has been in seclusion and hasn't emerged. If the esteemed guest has urgent matters, this old slave will wake up the Master."

“No need! I’m planning to stay on Jianxin Island for cultivation and await my fellow sword wielder's return. He can let me know once he leaves seclusion.”

Qin Sang shook his head, stopping Jian Nu, and walked towards his own cave.

Qin Sang wanted to inquire about the relationship between Zhijian Zhenren and Zuo Zhenren, but he thought there would be plenty of opportunities in the future, so he wasn't in a rush.

(The End)o were closest to the teleportation array, didn't have a chance to make any moves under such scrutiny, yet the light of the teleportation array inexplicably extinguished.The ripples of emptiness also...