Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 315: Ambush

After a brief rest, Qin Sang left Changyang Market and set out for the Tianjing Hidden Realm.

The market was surrounded by endless stretches of rugged, barren stone hills, a completely desolate region. Qin Sang was already very familiar with this terrain, having conducted a few business transactions here before.

Upon leaving Changyang Market, Qin Sang concealed his presence and carefully scanned the surroundings to ensure he wasn’t being followed or spied upon.

It was wise to remain cautious in the Ancient Immortal Battlefield.

He activated the gray robe he wore, enveloping himself in a faint gray aura. This high-grade defensive artifact was something he had found in Luo Xingnan’s Mustard Seed Pouch.

Coupled with his malevolent corpse and ebony sword, which he could unleash at any moment, he felt prepared for most emergencies.

With that, he transformed into a streak of light and flew toward the Tianjing Hidden Realm.

As Qin Sang neared the edge of the stone hills, passing between two towering peaks, an inexplicable sense of unease suddenly gripped him.

The feeling came abruptly and with such intensity that it sent shivers down his spine.

Before Qin Sang could determine the source of his unease, a deafening thunderclap erupted above him, reverberating through the air.

Startled, Qin Sang halted mid-flight.

The ground beneath him trembled violently as though an ancient beast slumbering in the depths had been disturbed by his presence and awakened with an earth-shaking roar.

Along with the thunderclap, Qin Sang felt an immensely terrifying presence lock onto him from above. His heart sank, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

He looked up in shock to see blinding lightning filling the sky.

At the center of the dazzling light hovered a yellow spirit talisman suspended in midair.

With a sharp crack, the spirit talisman shattered, and a massive, bottomless vortex formed overhead. Gales howled, thunder rumbled, and serpentine lightning danced wildly across the sky.

In an instant, the heavens darkened, and the earth quaked.

The oppressive aura emanating from the vortex made Qin Sang’s heart race with alarm. Suddenly, countless bolts of lightning surged from the vortex, converging into a single, enormous beam aimed directly at him.

A colossal pillar of light descended from the heavens!

The beam carried an aura of utter annihilation. Even though Qin Sang had reached the middle stage of Foundation Building Realm, he knew he couldn’t withstand its power with his physical body.

Who?

And why?

He had few enemies—or rather, few who were still alive.

Even when he used Changyang Market to set traps for wandering thieves, he had always been cautious, ensuring his tracks were meticulously covered. There was no way he had left any clues.

Is this ambush a random trap, set here in hopes of ensnaring an unsuspecting victim? Was I unlucky enough to stumble into it by chance?

That seemed far-fetched.

The stone hills spanned a vast area, and the Tianjing Hidden Realm lay in a remote direction. Setting a trap here would be wildly inefficient, as it might go unused for a long time.

Moreover, the spell sealed within this spirit talisman was extraordinarily powerful and valuable.

It made no sense to deploy such a costly talisman without knowing the target’s identity—it was a reckless waste.

Furthermore, he had carefully taken a detour to ensure that nobody was following before heading toward Tianjing Hidden Realm. Was such a coincidence really possible?

Qin Sang’s eyes reflected the blazing light of the descending beam as these thoughts raced through his mind.

The beam moved too quickly for him to evade. He hastily channeled his spiritual power into the gray robe artifact, causing dense gray mist to surge and condense around him.

In the next moment, the beam engulfed him.

Crack!

The gray robe artifact couldn’t withstand even a second of contact. It disintegrated instantly under the beam’s overwhelming power.

Rumble!

Lightning struck with a deafening roar.

Qin Sang was filled with dread. Even activating the Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman wouldn’t allow him to escape the range of the beam.

In desperation, he made a split-second decision. His palm swept over his Corpse Puppet Pouch, releasing the last few zombies he possessed along with the malevolent corpse refined from Luo Xingnan’s body. They fearlessly charged toward the beam, meeting it head-on.

The zombies, comparable in strength to Qi Refining Realm cultivators, were reduced to ashes the moment they came into contact with the beam, sharing the same fate as the gray robe artifact.

The malevolent corpse lasted slightly longer. It let out an eerie roar, unleashing a surge of malevolent qi in a desperate counterattack against the lightning.

But it, too, was no match for the beam. The malevolent energy was swiftly depleted, and cracks appeared across its body. With a resounding crash, the malevolent corpse shattered under the lightning’s might.

Spat!

Qin Sang felt a sudden sweetness in his throat, as if struck by a heavy hammer. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, which was instantly obliterated by the lightning. His figure was swept up by the thunderous strike, flying out like a kite with a broken string.

Boom!

Dust and debris erupted into the air as fragments of rock scattered everywhere.

Qin Sang’s body crashed heavily into a solid rock, eliciting a pained groan. The malevolent corpse had absorbed part of the spirit talisman’s power on his behalf, but the residual lightning was still devastating.

His robes were in tatters, his body covered in countless wounds, presenting a truly wretched sight. Before he could assess his injuries, the sharp sound of swords humming filled the air from both sides of the mountain. A sword light appeared, moving toward him like a dragon.

The onslaught was relentless, giving Qin Sang no time to catch his breath.

At the same time, several streaks of evasion light shot out from the mountains, following closely behind the sword light.

One came from the left, while two came from the right.

Three attackers!

They had been lying in wait from a distance, using the spirit talisman to ambush him. Once he was struck, they immediately closed in to encircle him.

Among the two evasion lights from the right, a voice Qin Sang knew all too well rang out.

"Quick! Don’t give him the chance to use his talisman astra!"

Yu Dayue!

Qin Sang’s heart sank.

Hearing that voice, he instantly realized that the ambush had been meant for him all along.

Yu Dayue knew he was heading to the Tianjing Hidden Realm and was familiar with the route he would take.

But what Qin Sang couldn’t fathom was why Yu Dayue would attack him, and with such murderous intent, as if determined to end his life.

This couldn’t have been a decision from Shaohua Mountain. After all, apart from Yu Dayue, the other two attackers were not disciples of Shaohua Mountain. Qin Sang didn’t recognize either of them.

He and Yu Dayue had no enmity. They were from the same sect and had even cooperated twice in the Heavenly Corpse Sect’s underground ruins and the ancient cultivator’s estate. Though they weren’t particularly close, there was still some camaraderie between them.

Have I somehow inadvertently offended Yu Dayue, prompting this betrayal?

Even though Qin Sang had never placed much faith in anyone other than himself, a surge of anger still rose within him. However, he quickly forced it down.

In a life-or-death situation, he couldn’t allow anger to cloud his judgment.

Whatever the grudge, it could wait until after he survived.

Through the crisscrossing sword light, Qin Sang’s bloodshot eyes locked coldly onto Yu Dayue. His forehead suddenly glowed as the ebony sword shot out, narrowly deflecting two streaks of sword light.

Clang!

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The ebony sword was knocked aside, but it left a flaw in the attack of the two flying swords.

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Sang’s figure flickered, slipping between the two flying swords in a hair’s breadth escape.

Behind him, another flying sword struck with a deafening boom, piercing the spot where Qin Sang had just been. It left behind a bottomless scar in the rocky terrain.