Chapter 743: Chapter 743

Qin Sang sat cross-legged at the center of the Yan Luo Array of Ten Directions. He took out the Dongming Cold Flame and carefully wrapped it with the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells before slowly removing the barrier restraining its surface.

The cold flame remained unruly, yet still submitted to the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells.

When these two spiritual flames met head-on, it was clear which one held the upper hand. It seemed it wasn’t an exaggeration when they said that Founder Kuiyin had shaken the Small Cold Domain with the Yan Luo Array of Ten Directions.

Facing the Dongming Cold Flame always gave a sense of helplessness, as if there was no way to begin.

Fortunately, Qin Sang had long prepared a plan. He had simulated this process countless times. After a moment of contemplation, he lightly clenched his palm, causing the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells to tremble and begin compressing inward.

The Dongming Cold Flame didn’t resist much and started retreating, shrinking visibly into a smaller sphere of flame.

However, midway through the process, Qin Sang suddenly halted. He sensed signs of instability within the Dongming Cold Flame. If he continued to forcibly compress it, something might go wrong.

"As expected, brute force won’t work. I’ll need a different method."

He muttered to himself and allowed the flame to return to its original state. Then he drew out a wisp of the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells, his fingers dancing as he cast a series of barriers that wrapped around the wisp. With deliberate slowness, he guided it toward the Dongming Cold Flame.

After an entire night of work, Qin Sang finally let out a long breath. The exhaustion on his face vanished, replaced by a gleam of excitement as he stared at the blue bead before him.

This was the Flame Orb condensed from the Dongming Cold Flame. It had taken multiple barrier configurations to finally succeed. The most update n0vels are published on novel_fіre.net

The orb appeared about the size of a longan, though its true core was only the size of a mung bean. The glow radiating from the cold flame made it seem larger.

After being refined into a Flame Orb, the aura of the cold flame seemed even more violent than before.

Caution was still necessary. The Flame Orb did not distinguish between friend or foe.

Qin Sang acted with extreme care as he stored the Flame Orb away. With this in hand, his confidence in entering Seven-Kill Hall grew significantly.

Right after, a wave of weakness washed over him. The cost of refining the Flame Orb had been tremendous. He quickly put away the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions and activated his art to enter meditation and recover.

He hadn’t expected it to last an entire month.

On this particular day, as he was still cultivating, a surge of overwhelming spiritual pressure jolted Qin Sang awake. He flashed outside, just in time to see Cui Ji also rushing out of his room.

The two exchanged a glance, full of mutual disdain.

Qin Sang couldn’t be bothered with Cui Ji’s provocations. He raised his head and looked to the sky, where a figure flew in from the east, brazenly soaring above Dongmen Island and stopping midair before everyone’s eyes.

What shocked the onlookers was that this person was a witch cultivator.

"The grand witch priest has spoken. The array is complete. Seven-Kill Hall will open tonight at midnight."

Before his words had even faded, the man twisted his evasion light and shot off in another direction. It was said that there were two other islands like Dongmen Island nearby, all situated at a relatively close distance.

All the cultivators seeking entry into Seven-Kill Hall had gathered on these three islands.

The news sparked an uproar.

After waiting here for so long, Seven-Kill Hall was finally about to open.

Several beams of evasion light immediately shot skyward from within Dongmen Island. Those Spiritual Infant grandmasters had clearly run out of patience.

Qin Sang withdrew his gaze. As he scanned the surroundings, he saw Xiang Yi striding toward them, calling out as he walked, "Seven-Kill Hall is about to open. We leave immediately. If anyone still has preparations to make, do it now."

The young man with the sword on his back grinned with excitement. "I’ve been ready for this day for a long time."

The others nodded and echoed in agreement.

Xiang Yi took the lead, and the rest followed closely behind.

The city was filled with movement as streams of evasion light flew out from Dongmen Island.

After leaving the island, they avoided most of the crowd by taking a detour before flying toward the storm.

"Some harbor malicious intentions. Under cover of the storm, they’ll use this chance to kill and rob. While we’re strong enough not to be too worried, we should still remain cautious."

Xiang Yi’s voice echoed in everyone’s mind, and they all summoned their signature astras in response.

Qin Sang wore the Golden Radiance Armor, which was enough to handle most situations, so he only summoned the ebony sword and soared ahead on his sword.

Cui Ji cast a sideways glance at Qin Sang. Seeing that he hadn’t summoned the Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions, he quietly sneered. He still believed that the power that had defiled the Purple Nether Orb was the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells, unaware that it was actually the ebony sword.

The storm drew ever closer.

As the group approached the storm belt, a flicker of unusual emotion crossed Qin Sang’s expression.

Among the party, the Liu couple were the easiest to approach, despite one of them being a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, they carried no airs. Compared to the others, Qin Sang was most familiar with them.

Noticing the change in Qin Sang’s demeanor, the man surnamed Liu asked curiously, "Did Daoist Master sense something?"

"Nothing," Qin Sang replied with a shake of his head. After a pause, he added, "I’ve long heard that the storm here carries the might of heaven and earth. Now that I see it for myself, it truly is extraordinary. I was merely wondering what would become of someone if they were to get lost in the storm."

Hearing this, Xiang Yi turned his head and said, "There’s no need for concern, fellow Daoists. The jade pendants we received can sense the grand array within Seven-Kill Hall. Within a certain range, they will guide your way. After acquiring your treasures and exiting Seven-Kill Hall, you only need to follow the jade pendant’s guidance to safely return. However, it’s true that the storm carries the risk of getting lost. Even its outer layers are extremely dangerous. If one were to lose their way and accidentally stray into the heart of the storm, not even a Spiritual Infant grandmaster would leave behind a corpse. So do not, under any circumstances, lose your jade pendant..."

Qin Sang nodded absentmindedly.

He was still caught in a wave of shock.

Now that he had arrived and seen the protective screens that withstood the storm, the long-standing suspicion in his heart was confirmed.

These screens were formed from ancient barriers, with mysterious runes flickering within, firmly holding back the storm. They bore a striking resemblance to the barriers at the edge of the Ancient Immortal Battlefield in the Small Cold Domain.

There were differences, of course. There was no breach like the one at the seven strongholds, but cultivators could still pass through without obstruction.

Moreover, the storm behind the screens also resembled the celestial phenomena that occurred during a Spirit Tide in the Ancient Immortal Battlefield.

The only difference was that the Ancient Immortal Battlefield lay on land, while here, it was the endless sea.

And the storms here raged all year round, bringing monstrous waves that never ceased, while the Spirit Tide in the Small Cold Domain only appeared periodically.

"Could the edges of Canglang Sea also be surrounded by the Ancient Immortal Battlefield?"

Qin Sang’s curiosity toward this world deepened.

He had no idea what lay beyond other regions, but both the Small Cold Domain and Canglang Sea felt like post-apocalyptic sanctuaries.

Those screens were the legacies of ancient immortals, shielding the living from danger. They carved out sanctuaries, left behind fire seeds, and created spaces for later generations to recover and thrive.

It was said that the edges of the Demonic Sea were much the same as Canglang Sea.

"What kind of world is this, truly?"

Qin Sang’s heart was filled with emotion, and a deep desire to grow stronger surged within him. He longed to uncover the secrets of the world.

"Take out your jade pendants and summon your astras. Prepare to resist the storm."

Xiang Yi called out in a low voice. He didn’t summon any visible astra, but a protective azure radiance surged from his body. It was likely some sort of defensive treasure, similar to the Golden Radiance Armor.

Cradling his jade pendant with both hands, Xiang Yi poured true essence into it, and the pendant began to glow with a ball of white light. In the next instant, he flashed forward and passed through the screens, entering the storm.

The others quickly followed his example.

Suppressing his awe and wonder, Qin Sang hurried after them.