Chapter 569: Bring His Corpse Out

gThe woman massaged the old man's shoulders, "My childhood memories are all filled with hardship. When your troops attacked, I was even captured, and... you saved me, allowing me to live a peaceful li...You don't have to go.

Qin Sang was startled and hurriedly searched everywhere.

Little Beichen Star Array was dilapidated and nearing its limit. Several cracks appeared in the star map, and the stars dimmed.

Those cultivators who held the Purple Micro Celestial Scroll were the most numerous to enter the Purple Micro Palace this time.

They hid in the Xiaobingchen Star Array, under the protection of the spirit array, they luckily escaped the calamity of the Abyss of Sin. But this time, with the collapse of the spirit array, some unlucky ones were inevitably caught by misfortune.

Fortunately, the spirit formation wasn't instantly destroyed.

Besides the very corner that collapsed first, everyone else was prepared and managed to escape in time.

Qin Sang caught sight of the Cloud Wanderer's figure and successfully avoided a crack. He let out a sigh of relief.

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All the cultivators present were also separated by the cracks in the spirit formation, scattered and disarrayed.

After a thorough search, Qin Sang finally saw the figure of Granny Jing in a corner of the Xiaobingchen Xingyuan Formation.

Jing Po, with her stooped back and cane, appeared very low-key.

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Unless one has a particular interest in her, she would almost go unnoticed.

Leng Yuntain was just a short distance ahead of Granny Jing, fully focused on gathering his disciples. He was completely unaware that the old woman behind him was like a venomous snake, already fixated on him.

Jing Po's mother glanced at Qin Sang and directly told him the location of an ancient hall.

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"If you could truly enter and see his bones..."

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Mrs. Jing hesitated for a moment, letting out an almost imperceptible sigh. She spoke in a soft voice: “Just bring his remains out and let him rest in peace.”

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That pagoda, tainted by the unholy radiance of the Blood-Defiled Godlight, must be the inherited treasure of Yuanshimen.

Zui Yuan's meticulously arranged Wu Jian Xue Sang Ling Formation was far more powerful than Qin Sang's Wumu Sword. The five-sided tower was on the verge of collapse, and Leng Yuntian couldn't possibly restore it so quickly.

During this time in the Purple Micro Palace, Leng Yuntian did not have the Five-Element Tower protecting him, and his strength was greatly reduced. It's no wonder that Old Madam Jing didn't need to use him anymore.

Qin Sang was also unclear about Jing Po's true cultivation level.

Back then, when being brought to the Dongyang Marquis's cave dwelling by Granny Jing, Qin Sang still thought Granny Jing was a Yuan Ying expert, possibly with cultivation higher than the Dongyang Marquis.

But regarding the battle at Tianfeng Peak, although there were certain limitations, it seemed that Grandma Jing didn't face Elder Zhuxing as effortlessly as one might expect.

These two performances were contradictory, leaving Qin Sang baffled and unable to figure out the reason.

It is estimated that Jing Po's strength is definitely stronger than Leng Yuntai, otherwise she wouldn't be so confident.

Qin Sang glanced at Chen Yan, unsure if she had noticed Elder Jing's transmission. However, Elder Jing hadn't revealed the truth in her words, so even if it was discovered, there was nothing to worry about.

Fortunately, Old Lady Jing kept her word. Even though she didn't need it herself, she still paid the agreed upon sum.

Qin Sang couldn't help but rejoice. Being able to save the Blood Profane Divine Light was a good thing, of course. This divine ability had to recover for a period of time after each use, which meant there was only one opportunity in the Purple Micro Palace.

If he encounters danger, he will have one more trump card.

Hearing Old Lady Jing's last words, Qin Sang secretly thought that there must be a deep relationship between Old Lady Jing and Senior Qingzhu, but she didn't know what kind of love-hate entanglement it was.

Qin Sang had made up his mind. If he encountered the remains of Senior Qing Zhu, he would definitely bring them out. Perhaps it could lead to a good connection with Granny Jing.

This time, Zui Yuan's attack was extremely vicious, causing heavy losses to both domains, especially the Tianxing Alliance. He definitely won't just let it go.

After leaving Ziwei Palace, it's likely that the Immortal Cultivation world will descend into chaos.

What brought Qin Sang some relief was that his sect had two Yuan Ying cultivators stationed there. Under the shade of a big tree, it was much more comfortable than those wandering cultivators or disciples from small sects.

However, no one would ever say they have too many backers.

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Thinking these things, Qin Sang and Qiu Mu Bai along with others were being flown by Chen Yan when they suddenly felt a tightening sensation throughout their bodies, followed by a sudden blinding white.

An endless sea of clouds comes into view.

Finally broke out of the Immortal Array and entered Ziwei Palace!

Before they could show their joy, the morning smoke didn't fly towards heaven. Instead, it took them headfirst into the sea of clouds, causing a dizzying spin.

“The Purple Micro Palace is not behind the Heavenly Gate, but in the midst of the sea of clouds”

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Even as he felt dizzy, Qin Sang still had the leisure to think about these things.

Because there was an intangible force that kept pulling them together, preventing them from drifting apart. With the morning mist as their guardian, there was nothing to worry about.

“The Heavenly Gate is above, while the Purple Micro Palace is below. To enter the Purple Micro Palace is not to enter from the Heavenly Gate. Are these things below truly the Purple Micro Palace Or is it that in ancient times, the Purple Micro Palace fell from the sky and landed in the Cloud Sea”

Qin Sang always felt that the logic here wasn't quite right.

He had just seen clearly that behind the Heavenly Gate was a void, with only the Heavenly Gate standing alone on the peak of the cloud. The scenery inside and outside the fairy array was exactly the same.

Qin Sang's suspicions were not wrong. When those senior cultivators first discovered the Purple Micro Palace, they had these same suspicions.

But no one has ever been able to see through its mystery, and it remains unknown whether Yunhai Xian Gong is the fallen Ziwei Palace or some other palace. Because there are three characters "Ziwei Palace" inscribed on the Heavenly Gate, it is therefore known as the Ziwei Palace.

However, regardless of the identity of Yun Hai Xian Gong, it doesn't really affect them because to this day, no one has been able to explore the entire palace.

'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

In the desolate ancient courtyard, several figures descended from the sky, crashing to the ground, crushing the yellow grass, and raising dust.

Qin Sang grasped a gnarled branch of an ancient tree in the courtyard, unloading some of his strength before falling to the ground with the broken limb. He barely managed to stand.

Autumn Dusk White and Qin Sang were about the same, the other three weren't so lucky, one by one they tumbled to the ground like rolling gourds, their hair and bodies covered in withered grass and leaves.

When they crawled up, battered and bruised, the morning mist just began to drift down.

She didn't seem to be affected at all, not even her clothes were out of place.

Qin Sang and the others tidied themselves up, and one after another bowed to Chen Yan, saying, "Thank you, Master Uncle, for your protection."

Early smoke showed the cultivation base of a nascent soul. Now, they treated Early Smoke with the same respect as Lord Dongyang, bowing deeply in greeting.

Autumn Dusk White and the others were shocked, but their faces also betrayed a hint of joy. It was obvious that they all understood what it meant for their sect to gain another Yuan Ying expert.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yan refused their gesture of respect and said calmly, "I am not your great-grandfather master. You can continue to address me as senior from now on."

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Autumn Dusk White and the others glanced at each other, confused, but still obeyed Morning Smoke's order. "Disciple obeys!"

The morning mist hung in the air as he stood silently, hands on his hips, in the courtyard.

Qin Sang and the five others waited on the side, seeing that Chen Yan was motionless, they began to examine the surrounding environment.

This courtyard was very large, with weeds growing everywhere. There were many towering ancient trees along the edge of the courtyard, each one several people thick in circumference, and it was unknown how many years they had grown for.

On the other side, there was a row of dilapidated palaces that had completely collapsed, leaving only circles of wall fragments. It was impossible to tell what their purpose had been.

The whole courtyard was a scene of desolation and decay.

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