Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 772: Anomaly

After entering deeper into the ghostly land, the flying yaksha startled a few resentful spirits but encountered no particularly powerful ghostly creatures.

This expanse was vast, bones piled like mountains. Countless ancient cultivators had met miserable ends here, their souls imprisoned, sanity lost, becoming resentful spirits doomed to eternal damnation.

However, the ghostly land had its limits.

Eventually, the flying yaksha reached the boundary, touching a sheer cliff wall.

Piles of white bones and shattered armor lay scattered around, testament to the brutality of past battles.

Other than that, nothing appeared significantly unusual.

Qin Sang commanded the flying yaksha to continue its search along one side, while he himself stepped outside the aura of the devilish flames.

His figure blurred and vanished into the ghostly mist, arriving near a small heap of bones. He flicked his finger, unleashing a sharp gust of wind.

Snap!

A skeleton shattered instantly upon impact.

Disturbed by Qin Sang, several white shadows instantly surged out from the bone pile, lunging straight at him. Their gaping mouths let out cries filled with extreme resentment.

Sensing the aura of a living being, they became even more frenzied than those previously encountered by the yaksha, coveting Qin Sang’s fresh blood and flesh.

Facing the frenzied spirits, Qin Sang remained calm. He snorted coldly and extended his arm forward.

True essence erupted from his palm, transforming into a pouch that encapsulated the resentful spirits.

The resentful spirits sensed danger instinctively, but they were powerless against Qin Sang’s true essence, compressed into a fist-sized mass of ghost qi.

Qin Sang beckoned, and the ghostly energy landed in his palm.

The trapped spirits shrieked relentlessly, their pale faces cycling through grotesque expressions of agony.

Unaffected by their cries, Qin Sang studied them coldly. After a moment’s contemplation, he commanded softly, "Condense!"

His true essence trembled as mysterious, sinister barriers surfaced, turning his essence pitch black, radiating evil intent.

The black true essence began compressing further inward.

Inside, the spirits screamed in agony, their twisted appearances growing even more horrifying, yet utterly helpless.

Qin Sang was employing the secret art obtained from Yi Tianye, attempting to refine these spirits into Soul Threads. This wicked technique, derived from devilish and ghost paths, was exceptionally malicious.

Unlike those refined at Bear Mountain, these resentful spirits vanished entirely after the process, having long lost their spiritual essence, leaving no chance for reincarnation.

As the spirits vanished, Qin Sang found himself holding a segment of Soul Thread, writhing like a living creature, wrapped around his fingers.

He smiled slightly with satisfaction. "These resentful spirits can indeed be refined into Soul Threads. Unfortunately, the threads must be attached to a banner to sustain them long-term. Since the banner isn’t yet ready, I'll have to wait until my next entry into Seven-Kill Hall. Still, this is a great discovery. According to the flying yaksha’s exploration, there are enough spirits here to craft more than a dozen Yan Luo Banners of Ten Directions. Once I leave, I'll focus entirely on preparing the spiritual array for smelting the black iron columns..."

With this in mind, Qin Sang dispersed the Soul Thread and turned in the opposite direction from the yaksha, carefully checking the entire ghostly land to ensure there were no hidden dangers.

Next time, he intended to concentrate solely on refining Soul Threads without distraction.

Splitting up, Qin Sang and the yaksha searched left and right, respectively. Qin Sang released his corpse core, shrouding himself in corpse qi to mask his vitality, blending perfectly into the ghostly mist.

After thoroughly inspecting the area, Qin Sang felt reassured.

This place was safe and filled only with resentful spirits, ideal for refining Soul Threads.

He ordered the yaksha to return and decided to leave the Purple Mist End, heading towards the Sky Tower. With ample time remaining, he planned to thoroughly search for the ancient teleportation array within the tower.

His figure flickered rapidly as he moved toward the ghostly land's exit.

The yaksha was also swiftly returning.

It navigated smoothly through the ghostly mist, parting the gray mist with ease.

Behind it, the mist churned restlessly, ghostly figures vaguely visible.

Nearly reaching the exit, Qin Sang’s expression suddenly changed. He stopped abruptly, turning sharply toward the direction of the flying yaksha.

Without hesitation, he activated the Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman along with the sword evasion technique, breaking through the ghostly mist at incredible speed, disturbing countless resentful spirits along the way.

Moments later, Qin Sang stood in an empty clearing, staring grimly at the vacant ground.

The flying yaksha had vanished without a trace!

Just moments ago, Qin Sang had sensed the yaksha being attacked.

The attack had come without any warning, the enemy appearing silently from behind. The yaksha was caught entirely off guard, unaware of the threat until the very moment of the assault.

Due to the distance between them, Qin Sang couldn't issue immediate commands. The yaksha had to rely solely on its instincts to respond to the unexpected danger.

Initially, the yaksha fiercely resisted. The enemy didn't seem especially powerful and was unable to immediately subdue it.

However, something bizarre happened soon afterward. For no apparent reason, the yaksha abruptly ceased its resistance and was then inexplicably dragged into the depths of the ghostly mist, vanishing completely.

Even more alarmingly, as the yaksha was being pulled away, Qin Sang’s connection with it rapidly became blurred until it vanished entirely.

Their connection had been based on the soul imprint embedded within the flying yaksha, indicating that the imprint had either been obscured or wiped out by the attacker.

This incident had come entirely without warning, catching Qin Sang off guard. Through the yaksha, he had barely perceived a vague shadow, unable even to discern the attacker’s appearance.

Realizing something was wrong, Qin Sang immediately rushed over at top speed. Despite his swift action, he arrived too late. The yaksha had already been dragged into the ghostly mist, lost without a trace.

Now, the place stood empty, filled with dead silence.

"What exactly is hiding here?" Qin Sang growled, his face full of anger.

He and the flying yaksha had separately confirmed that only weak resentful spirits existed in this place. He hadn't expected an unknown ghostly creature lurking within the ghostly mist, secretly observing them and abducting the yaksha.

This creature not only knew how to conceal itself and strike unexpectedly but was also sophisticated enough to target his soul imprint. Such intelligence marked it as fundamentally different from the ordinary resentful spirits.

How could such an anomaly appear here?

Aside from himself, no other cultivators from the immortal cultivation world could have traversed the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells to reach this location. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Even if the souls of ancient cultivators had lingered here, they would have long ago lost their sanity after endless years, degenerating into mindless spirits. Could one of these resentful spirits have mutated?

Qin Sang’s gaze hardened, fixed in the direction where the yaksha had vanished. He summoned the Yan Luo Banners of Ten Directions and swiftly chased after it.

Every indication suggested that the enemy wasn’t very powerful, yet its methods were incredibly strange.

As Qin Sang’s cultivation advanced, the flying yaksha's utility would naturally diminish, but it still possessed strength equivalent to the early-stage Core Formation cultivators, making it a valuable combat resource. Qin Sang could not allow it to be inexplicably taken away.