Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 780 Consecutive Ascents

The killing intent was pure and absolute.

Somehow, an ancient cultivator had sealed this sword will within the ancient hall.

Qin Sang was shaken by the sword will. He gazed at the hall, thoughts churning in his mind.

Seven-Kill Hall was intricately connected to Ziwei Palace in countless ways, but Qin Sang had never imagined that the Sky Tower contained a sword will that was so closely tied to the Primordial Spirit Sword Nourishment.

Could it be that Primordial Spirit Sword Nourishment was originally created by an ancient cultivator from Seven-Kill Hall?

Perhaps the first five stages of the technique had only ended up in Ziwei Palace by chance.

Then, is it possible that Seven-Kill Hall still housed the complete art?

The one who created Primordial Spirit Sword Nourishment must have been a cultivator of immense strength. There's no way that this art stops at the Golden Core Realm; it surely has subsequent stages.

Ancient teleportation arrays, art...

Qin Sang gained a new objective.

The two killing symbols left by Senior Qingzhu could only support him until the late stage of the Core Formation Realm. If he could find the complete art, he would no longer need to place all his hopes on that senior.

Moreover, Senior Qingzhu had been missing for a long time, his whereabouts unknown.

Over the years, Qin Sang had not only investigated himself but also sought help from Elder Zhou and others, yet not even a vague rumor had surfaced.

Given Senior Qingzhu's talent and cultivation, it was impossible for him to travel the world without leaving a single trace. Qin Sang suspected something might have happened to him.

In the unpredictable world of immortal cultivation, anything could happen.

"Daoist Qin, what are you looking at?"

The elderly woman gave him a curious look. "Did you notice something unusual?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, Qin Sang shook his head. "Nothing. I just found the barrier around the teleportation hall rather peculiar and was a little curious. Unfortunately, the ancient barrier is too abstruse for someone of my limited abilities to decipher."

"No need to be disheartened, Daoist Qin. If the barrier here were that easy to understand, the mysteries of the Sky Tower would have been unraveled long ago. I’ve heard that even Spiritual Infant grandmasters can only ascend the tower level by level, strictly following the rules. Since there’s nothing unusual, let’s hurry and enter the teleportation hall. We’ve been waiting out here for quite some time. Best to proceed with the challenge quickly..." The elderly woman reminded him.

Qin Sang nodded and cast aside his thoughts. The five of them leapt onto the stone steps in front of the teleportation hall.

As they neared the hall, a wave of coldness surged toward them. A dead, decaying aura cloaked the group. The doors of the teleportation hall remained shut, and within, all was silent.

The cultivators who had entered before them had likely already gone inside and been transported to the higher level.

They paused briefly, then quickly stepped forward.

The teleportation hall had eight entrances, each located in a different direction. It was said that each one led to a teleportation array, but the puppets behind each door differed.

On the first level, there was no need to be overly cautious.

They simply pushed open the nearest door and walked in.

Boom!

The door automatically shut behind them with a dull thud.

What lay ahead was a long corridor—broad and straight—extending far into the distance. The walls were made of stacked green bricks, with no decorations of any kind.

Exchanging glances, they began to walk forward.

As they progressed, the walls flickered with azure light. One after another, puppets burst through the stone. They were bizarre in appearance, emerging in all sorts of forms, making it an eye-opening display.

The deeper they ventured, the more puppets attacked.

But unfortunately, these puppets were far too weak. They couldn't even slow the group down. The five of them raced through the corridor, leaving behind a trail of broken puppet remains that dissolved into the bluestone.

Farther ahead, they encountered branching paths.

This place resembled a maze.

Finding the ancient teleportation array wasn’t difficult. However, without sufficient cultivation, it would be hard to survive long under the constant puppet attacks. Worse still, the maze constantly changed. Each visit was different, rendering any attempt to memorize the route pointless.

They agreed on a signaling method, then split up and began searching. Before long, they confirmed the location of the teleportation array.

Soon, all five of them paused. Up ahead stood a stone platform about three zhang tall, atop which the teleportation array emitted a faint white glow.

"Let’s go."

Daoist Di stepped up first. The others followed close behind. A flash of light engulfed them, and they vanished.

In that final moment, Qin Sang turned back, eyes deep with thought, gazing at the corridor behind them.

When they had encountered the fork earlier and separated, he had searched thoroughly, even activating the killing symbols on the ebony sword and the spiritual sword, but sensed nothing.

"Does the art's secret lie on an even higher level?"

With lingering doubt, Qin Sang stepped into the second level.

The scene on the second level was largely similar to that of the first.

Working closely together, the group moved with great efficiency, quickly advancing to the third level, where they found the teleportation array within the teleportation hall.

They focused solely on pressing forward, ignoring the ancient halls and secret chambers they passed along the way, not pausing to search for treasure.

Upon arriving at the fourth level, they found that the puppets had indeed grown stronger. A cultivator at the early stage of the Core Formation Realm would be forced to fight and retreat simultaneously if surrounded here.

They assumed their formation and coordinated their roles accordingly.

The five of them flew through the darkness.

Above their heads floated a copper mirror, and a small silver shield circled around them. Both were defensive astras; the shield belonged to the man surnamed Wu.

However, at present, the elderly woman alone was sufficient to handle defense.

The female cultivator surnamed Yin remained protected in the center, responsible for detecting the puppets’ movements and identifying their weak points.

Qin Sang activated his ebony sword, and not long after entering the fourth level, he had already destroyed more than a dozen puppets.

No one noticed that Qin Sang’s gaze was rather strange. At times, his gaze was fixed on his spiritual sword, and at other times, it was drifting toward the distant azure light.

Previously, he had been able to instantly kill puppets with a flick of his sword, making it unnecessary to seek out their weak points. But now things were different. The puppets on this level had much tougher bodies and could no longer be destroyed so easily.

As a result, Qin Sang gradually sensed something unusual.

He discovered that the puppets’ weak points were not randomly placed. Engaging them in combat, parrying their attacks, and then counterattacking after locating their weak points could all serve to temper his swordsmanship remarkably well. The entire process was incredibly effective in deepening his understanding of the Sword Dao!

Qin Sang had long since grasped Sword Qi Thunderclap, and he could now confirm that this sensation was no illusion.

Because they were working together as a group, the effect was less pronounced for him.

But he surmised that if he were to face the challenges alone, the sensation while entangled in prolonged combat with the puppets would be even stronger.

This place was not just a trial ground, it was a treasure trove for sword cultivators. If he could continue training within the Sky Tower, his sword art would undoubtedly improve by leaps and bounds, and comprehending Sword Light Division would be within reach.

Unfortunately, Seven-Kill Hall remained open for only a short time. With such limited duration, it was impossible to gain significant results. No one would willingly waste precious time lingering here.

Qin Sang sighed inwardly.

The others, unaware of Qin Sang’s thoughts, focused entirely on pressing forward and locating the teleportation hall.

Before long, they successfully found it.

The teleportation hall on the fourth level was clearly far more dilapidated, with two of its doors having already collapsed. And this wasn’t even the worst of it; rumor had it that by the sixth level, even the teleportation hall would be gone, leaving only a solitary teleportation array suspended in the void.

This, however, worked in their favor as they wouldn’t have to deal with a puppet ambush.