m. Facing an opponent whose cultivation level is inferior to mine, who's even distracted on the battlefield, I should be able to easily defeat him."You're asking for it!"The handsome young man raged...Qin Sang ordered the flying sky demon to scout ahead, anticipating many possibilities.

If there's a ghost king, and he surpasses us in skill, there's nothing to say. Just give up on the Flying Demon Night Walker and flee this place.

If the opponent's strength is limited, his speed can quickly reinforce him.

But never expected such a situation to arise.

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It is extremely rare to find a flying night demon like this, which belongs to the Jindan stage. Even a skilled ghost cultivator specializing in refining corpses would need to invest countless efforts and resources to create one.

Qin Sang still intended to delve deeper into the ghost cultivation techniques, continuing to enhance the strength of Feitian Yaccha, but an accident occurred here.

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The Flying Demon was severely injured, and his strength was weakened due to his unhealed wounds.

If the opponent is too powerful, even Flying Heaven Yaksha wouldn't have a chance to resist, they would probably be subdued as soon as they entered the Ghost Realm.

The opponent's actions indicate that it is not very powerful and may just happen to be able to restrain the Corpse Refiner.

So Qin Sang was not afraid and dared to continue the pursuit.

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He suspected that his opponent had taken away the flying celestial demon, not to disable it but rather to use its physical body for some purpose. They had gone to great lengths to conceal the soul mark, suggesting they saw potential in this form.

The opponent is probably also a lone soul, a ghost.

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“If one’s cultivation level is not high enough, wouldn’t their body be taken away”

Thinking of this, Qin Sang was even more furious.

Soon, he stopped where the soul mark's connection had been severed. He looked around, but there was still nothing there. His opponent was very cunning and had left no trace whatsoever.

Qin Sang had no choice but to choose a direction and continue flying forward. In the end, he arrived at the cliff edge and completely lost sight of the other party.

The opponent was not only extremely cautious but also good at hiding. Qin Sang didn't discover anything.

Even without seeing the opponent's face, the capable general was taken away.

Qin Sang refused to give up like this. He gritted his teeth and began searching in the Ghost Realm.

For a time, dazzling escape lights darted back and forth in the ghostly mist, searching frantically. Qin Sang nearly turned the ghost realm upside down, even examining the sheer cliffs at its edge with meticulous care.

After spending so much time, I ended up with nothing.

The Flying Sky Demon seemed to have vanished into thin air. No matter how Qin Sang urged the soul mark, there was no response, as if it had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

"Can't stay here any longer..."

Qin Sang stood at the entrance of the Ghost Realm, staring at the heavy ghost mist, feeling a bit helpless.

Before the Nine Nether Demon Fire could be obtained, a general had already been lost.

He searched in the ghostly mist, wasting too much time. He had to leave here and head for the Sky Tower.

“If the Tianmu Butterfly was just a third transformation, under the Tianmu's gaze, those demons and monsters would have nowhere to hide... If you dare, run through the Jiuyou Demon Fire. Otherwise, wait until I come back, I will definitely drag you out.”

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Qin Sang snorted, and could only comfort himself with the saying, 'A gentleman avenges himself; ten years is not too late.'

Swathed in a thick, spectral mist, he was also incredibly weak.

He possessed a Corpse Pill, but after all, he wasn't a genuine Ghost Cultivator. Within the ghostly mist, his spiritual sense was still greatly restricted.

And while the opponent could move freely, with their strange and elusive techniques, even if he followed closely behind, he was probably unaware of it.

Unfortunately, the Tianmu Butterfly fell into a sleep due to mutations, delaying its metamorphosis and preventing it from undergoing a third transformation. Otherwise, Qin Sang could have easily seen through it.

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In the midst of the ghostly fog, violent ripples appeared. A horde of vengeful spirits surged forth, an endless sea of them.

These are all the vengeful spirits he disturbed when he searched.

"Get out!"

Qin Sang's face was expressionless as he coldly uttered a sound.

A fierce wind raged, true energy surged, and transformed into a rainbow of light that pulled those vengeful souls back.

Qin Sang took a deep look at the ghostly place, wiping away his traces. His true essence retracted, he donned a fiery cloak and flashed to the front of the demonic fire.

After Qin Sang left, the vengeful spirits lost their target and gradually quieted down. The Ghost Realm once again returned to peace. The ghostly mist rippled and calmed, flowing gently as if nothing had changed before.

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After passing through the fire, return to the canyon exit.

Qin Sang turned around, stood for a while, summoned the fat silkworm, and quietly left the place.

After leaving the canyon, Qin Sang did not return the way he came. Instead, he went into hiding again at the Zijing Lake to see if he could steal another piece of Zijing and give the fat silkworm more food.

Unbeknownst to him, before he could even reach the Purple Crystal Lake, Qin Sang felt a powerful aura swirling around it. This sent chills down his spine.

Qin Sang was startled and did not dare to approach any further. He retreated cautiously.

“The beast leader was alarmed and came over personally to guard it. It's estimated that the entire clan has moved here, with dozens of times more beasts around the small lake than before. Looks like we can't get our hands on the Purple Crystal for now, only these two will have to do. You better ration your food...”

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Qin Sang glanced at the fat silkworm and saw that it too had a helpless expression.

Things couldn't be done, so Qin Sang could only retreat.

He returned to the cliff base, found where he had landed before, and climbed back up the original way.

On the way back, Qin Sang passed by the place where the ancient gods emerged. The ground there was smooth and there were no traces left.

While the battle in the first stone hall was still raging, Qin Sang chose to bypass it and headed to the Zixing Chi Valley. He effortlessly passed through and finally left the Ziwu Absolute Land.

Having escaped the poison mist, the fat silkworm retracted its toxin-proof armor and immediately ran into the insect cage, clutching the demon pill and falling fast asleep.

This whole journey, it protected us from the poison mist. I almost drained it completely.

Without the poison mist, the field of vision opened up suddenly, and Qin Sang's mood also eased a few points.

Of course, this doesn't mean it's safer outside the Purple Mist Desolate Lands. Outside, you not only have to avoid all sorts of ferocious beasts, but also beware of other cultivators.

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"The Sky Tower is in the north, and the forest is full of danger. It's better to return the way we came and then go through the wilderness to the Sky Tower."

Qin Sang made his decision, discerned the direction, and entered the dense forest shoulder to shoulder with the two-headed hound, disappearing among the ancient trees.

In the canyon.

The demonic fire hung suspended, as if it would never be extinguished.

After Qin Sang left, an unknown amount of time had passed.

A ripple went through the toxic mist, and then a figure slowly emerged and walked over.

He seemed to have no shield outwardly, yet he could move freely within the poisonous mist. The toxic fumes that landed on his black robe simply bounced off, unable to penetrate even slightly.

Here, in the depths of Zi Wu Absolute Land, the poisonous mist is extremely fierce. Yet this person can be so relaxed. He must either possess a treasure that repels poison or have extremely high cultivation.

This person gradually walked out of the poisonous mist, revealing their face.

He looked to be about forty years old, tall and imposing. His bearing was out of character with his appearance, and his gaze, deep and intense, instilled a sense of unease in those who met it.

Upon seeing the Nine Nether Demon Fire, this person's eyes became extremely fervent and obsessed.

"This time, this old man doesn't believe he can't subdue you..."

This person was talking to himself, but halfway through his sentence, his expression suddenly changed drastically. Then, with a flash of his figure, he vanished from the spot.

He concealed his presence, his eyes scanning the chasm. Finally, he fixed his gaze on the narrow gap between the inferno and the sheer cliff face. After a moment, an expression of utter astonishment spread across his face.

"How is that possible!"

He roared in his heart, a face of disbelief. "Even I can't stop the erosion, how could anyone cross the canyon! No, he not only went in, but also lived to come out..."

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