, its limbs curled up, its fluffy tail wrapped around it, its head resting on the tail, forming a ball.It seemed as if the commotion caused by the leader of the Cold Spirits had woken him up.The white...Di immediately agreed, "Island Master, rest assured, I, Di, will send a message back to my sect right away."

The Snake Woman hummed, a cold character-inscription appeared in her palm. She spoke gravely, "In the name of the Island Master of Guānxīng Island, I command Little Han Domain! This is a time of utmost peril..."

All cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage on the island.

Whether they were practitioners of righteous or demonic arts, cultivators from the Yin Mountains, or even the serpent-bodied man who revealed his true form, all wore serious expressions and waited patiently for the Snake Mother to issue her commands one by one.

Qiqi bows to the Snake Mother and accepts her order!

The Heavenly Alliance retreated, but it didn't mean they were truly safe. Qin Sang and other Qi Refining cultivators didn't have the qualifications to participate in the discussions. They rested and recovered while secretly peeping at the small island in the middle.

On the island, all the Jindan cultivators gathered together to discuss, wondering what kind of regulations they would establish.

Their fate, they could not decide for themselves, but was controlled by others.

After all the Jindan cultivators paid their respects to She Po, Che Yu Tao swept his gaze across the crowd and looked over.

Then, Zhan Yi who was sitting beside Qin Sang was called to Che Yu Tao’s side. He took a token-like object and flew north out of the misty sea. Before leaving, he nodded at Qin Sang.

He was accompanied by quite a few , and several Jindan cultivators.

After a while, Qin Sang and the others finally received a clear order.

Everyone was divided into small groups based on their cultivation level, and each group then chose an island to cultivate on. No one was allowed to leave unless ordered to do so.

For three years.

The waters around the islands have undergone drastic changes.

Xiao Han domain spared no expense, strengthening the spirit array many times. The current Zhen Shui Qian Huan Array is not only far more powerful than before, but its range has also expanded several times.

Now, the entire Luan Island waters are enveloped by Zhen Shui Qian Huan Array. A rectangular space stretches east-west within the sea of mist, and its range is quite considerable.

The Xiaohan domain cultivators are currently relying on the numerous islands and the Zhen Shui Qian Huan Formation to hold their ground against the Tianxing Alliance.

The Heaven's Path Alliance also has a similar place, located just south of the Chaos Islands in an area called Taiching Lake. The two sides are separated by a vast expanse of water, which serves as the battlefield.

Early morning.

A thin mist gradually dissipated, and the water surface was like a mirror, extraordinarily calm.

There isn't a single bird.

It's not surprising that there have been very few birds around here in the past three years.

'Bang!'

A clang of metal rang out in the distance, shattering the silence.

Next, dozens of lights of different colors chased after them as they flew here. Between the lights, there were also rays of sword energy and blade light, manifestations of magical artifacts.

Obviously, these monks are engaged in a fierce battle.

Their cultivation levels were not low, the lowest was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and there were even some experts at the later stage of Foundation Establishment.

Both sides chased and fled, the fleeing side fought while retreating. Although they were at a disadvantage, their formation remained unorganized, and there was no sign of collapse in the short term.

'Whoosh, whoosh...'

A series of escaping lights flew across the sky one after another.

At that moment, unnoticed by all, a shadowy figure silently emerged on the water's surface. It lurked in the depths, its eyes fixed on the battlefield, watching with insidious intent.

In the shadows, a person was hiding. It wasn't Qin Sang, so who could it be

Qin Sang widened her eyes and gazed.

The one who fled was Xiao Han domain cultivator, along with another fellow disciple, Mu Yifeng senior brother.

As for those who are pursuing them, there is no need to guess; they must be cultivators from the Heavenly Path Alliance.

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Over the past three years, this scene has been repeated countless times here. Sometimes it was cultivators from the Xiao Han domain being pursued, and sometimes it was those from the Tian Xing Alliance.

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The battle in the air was fierce, with weapons clashing frequently and spells being cast one after another.

Qin Sang pondered for a moment, his brow furrowed. A glint flashed in his eyes as his ebony sword flew out of its sheath and silently vanished into the air, heading towards the battlefield.

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Soon, the ebony sword approached the battlefield. Qin Sang turned his gaze quickly and finally fixed on a middle-aged man in brocade robes.

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This person may not be the highest-ranking cultivator in the Heavenly Alliance, but they are also a late stage Qi Refinement expert with extraordinary strength. They can hold their own against Mu Yifeng and even faintly suppress him.

Qin Sang stared intently at the middle-aged man in brocade robes and the battle formation of the Tianxing Alliance, finally seeing a flaw. His eyes lit up, and he uttered lightly, "Go!"

A deafening thunderclap suddenly ripped through the clear sky.

The ebony sword appeared, transitioning from stillness to motion, instantly displaying its ultimate speed. The sword light was like a bolt of lightning, reaching the back of the middle-aged man in silk robes in the blink of an eye.

"I knew you were deceitful all along..."

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe sneered. He had been prepared all along. The seemingly unguarded back suddenly materialized a mysterious spirit diagram.

The manifestation of spiritual images and profound light is not simple.

If it were an ordinary flying sword, it would surely be easily deflected by the Spirit Diagram.

Unfortunately, he met Qin Sang and the Wumu Sword!

Qin Sang did not use the Blood Curse Divine Light.

The Blood Fiend Divine Light was one of his biggest trump cards. He would only use it if he could ensure the killing of his opponent and that there were no other people around to witness it.

Over the past three years, it has only been used once.

However, relying on the Sword Qi Thunder Sound Divine Ability and the sharpness of the Wumu Sword itself was enough for Qin Sang to deal with most crises, even making quite a name for himself.

'Boom!'

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The sword qi and thunderous sound were incredibly fast. Before the dark light could fully form, the烏木劍 arrived, shattering it.

Even the spirit diagrams were not spared, but they were not completely destroyed.

Qin Sang did not become complacent and immediately retracted the Wumu sword. It was precisely because he used the Wumu sword cautiously that no one had ever discovered it was a magic treasure.

That was enough. The middle-aged man hadn't expected such a strong surprise attack. His figure froze, and when he fought Mu Yifeng, Mu Yifeng seized the opportunity. His divine blade seemed like a phantom, flickering like lightning.

"Sword Qi, Thunderclap..."

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The middle-aged man in the brocade robe's sneer froze abruptly, his eyes wide with horror. He couldn't dodge in time and was pierced through the chest by the Jiuhuo Shenfeng, dying instantly.

"No good, it's the Shadowless Sword!"

"Run!"

On other days, the Tianxing League cultivators cried out in terror and fled without hesitation. They didn't even care about their comrades' corpses, turning around and running away immediately.

Qin Sang secretly smiled wryly.

Over the past three years, after enduring numerous battles, he had made a name for himself, earning the moniker "Shadowless Sword" and effectively claiming the title of the renowned technique of the Wujigong.

This caused the disciples of Wujiguan to look down on him.

The other party retreated decisively, their formation remaining intact. Qin Sang and the others chose to abandon the pursuit, divided the spoils of war, and Qin Sang returned to the turbulent waters of Luan Island alone.

After flying for a while, a colossal wall of fog appeared in the north, completely blocking Qin Sang's view.

Thick fog billowed straight up to the heavens, lingering for years. In both directions, there was no end in sight.

Seeing the sea of mist, Qin Sang finally dared to ride the You Luo cloud at full speed, flying straight to the mist wall and raising the token he had already prepared in his hand.

Qin Sang felt a tightening sensation on his body. The token emitted a milky-white light and, upon touching the mist, a brilliant light shot out from the depths of the fog, transforming into a narrow passage that appeared before Qin Sang.

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It seems Qin Sang is already familiar with the place.

He still rode the clouds, traveling through the passage.

After flying for a distance through the mist, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A fine drizzle fell, somewhat overcast, but it didn't affect visibility.

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