Chapter Sixty-One: Desolation
ted away like it was fleeing for its life. Behind them, golden flames formed by Buddha's light and crimson flames surged forward, relentlessly pursuing.Qin Sang led the way with his golden sword, mak...Black mist swirled and gathered, revealing the figures of three Foundation Establishment cultivators.
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"Looking at the corpses on the ground, Wu Shishu sighed: 'These desperadoes are getting bolder and bolder.'"
Uncle Yue furrowed his brows and said, "Their strength is growing stronger. Last time it was only a few Qi Refinement stage scoundrels, but this time even Foundation Establishment cultivators have arrived. Judging by the magic artifacts they wield, they don't seem like simple wandering cultivators. They are likely affiliated with several nearby cultivation families. Wealth moves people's hearts! It seems I have to give up on this Artifact Pavilion. What a pity..."
Master Dong let out a cold snort: "Next time, I'll ask several of my fellow disciples to come down the mountain and slaughter all the cultivation families around You Shan. Let's see which little clown dares to jump out!"
Under the night sky, shuttle-like lights flitted and darted like lightning.
Three uncles stood in a three talents formation, jointly controlling the shuttle. Qin Sang and others stayed in the middle.
Qin Sang was enveloped by the escaping light, completely unable to feel the jolting and cold wind. The mountains and plains below him were like fleeting glimpses of light, stirring up memories from his past life.
What a fast speed, Qin Sang envies the abilities of Foundation Establishment cultivators immensely, but now he can only cultivate diligently.
In front of others, Qin Sang did not dare to take out the Soul Pill to assist in his cultivation. The Five Elements Spiritual Root was indeed well-deserved. In a week, only a negligible amount of spiritual power accumulated within him. He might as well not waste any more time and use this opportunity to practice incantations first.
Complex incantations require not only the recitation of the mantra but also the accompanying hand gestures.
Qin Sang had thought that she was fairly intelligent and that learning would be easy, but the incantations were all convoluted and nonsensical. The rhymes were strangely odd, interspersed with obscure ancient sounds and hidden meanings.
To make matters worse, every chant required a precise coordination of divine awareness, hand gestures, and spiritual energy. It left Qin Sang flustered and scrambling, realizing that cultivation was far from simple.
He can only stumble through the incantation of the Cloud-Escape Technique for now, he couldn't possibly cast a spell in the short term.
Even if you could barely release a spell, this long casting time wouldn't mean anything in actual combat. The spell would be unfinished before your opponent took you down.
You should aim to move freely and spontaneously, effortlessly coming and going. However, this requires long periods of diligent practice, which inevitably conflicts with traditional cultivation methods.
The flying shuttle raced for three days. Qin Sang estimated that the distance covered in these three days had already been several times the arduous journey he had endured over the past year.
One can see the gap between immortals and mortals by observing this, just like one can glimpse a leopard through its tube.
Although You Shan is still experiencing the biting chill of early spring, the winter snow has already melted. After flying for a while, you see withered plants and a landscape covered in white. As you travel further north, the cold reaches its peak with icy plains and heavy snowfall.
In the early hours of the fourth day, the spaceship suddenly plummeted. Qin Sang and others were awakened. At first, they were startled, but then they realized that their sect had finally arrived. They couldn't help but be filled with anticipation.
Soon, Qin Sang felt a heaviness under his feet. The surrounding escaping light dissipated, and the flying shuttle transformed into a palm-sized object that fell into Master Dong's hands. He put it away.
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Seeing the scene before him, Qin Sang's heart turned cold.
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All around was a vast expanse of snow, deserted and uninhabited.
The snow-capped mountains stretch endlessly, with towering peaks piercing the sky. The cliffs are thousands of feet high, and clouds swirl around their middles. At the bottom lie an abyss that seems bottomless. A thick, gloomy mist hangs over it all year round.
This mountain, like a sword thrust out from the depths of the netherworld, points towards the heavens.
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The mountain was bare, covered in a thick layer of snow. There wasn't a single blade of grass to be seen. Some exposed rocks stood out, stark reminders of the desolate blackness.
The mountain was not as imagined, with pavilions and towers, winding streams, lush greenery, or birdsong and fragrant flowers. There were only a few caves carved into the cliffs, blocked by snowdrifts at their entrances, appearing incredibly simple and impoverished.
This desolate and lonely mountain peak, is this my own sect
Seeing Qin Sang and the others' dumbfounded expressions, Uncle Yue chuckled and said, "The Kui Yin Sect has no trace of celestial energy at all. Are you very disappointed"
All eyes turned to Yue Shishu, no one dared to speak it aloud, but their gazes clearly conveyed the same meaning.
Master Dong and Master Hu flew up the mountain on their magical artifacts. However, Master Yue brought Qin Sang and the others to the valley below.
"Once you've stepped through the door of cultivation, all the worldly pleasures and riches before your eyes, even your parents and friends, are all external things. Only what can help you improve your cultivation is true... Feel the difference between here and the outside world."
As he spoke, Yue Shishu opened a slit in his escape light. A cold wind struck Qin Sang's face, and he shivered, hurriedly circulating his spiritual energy to dispel the chill. Then, he heard gasps from those around him.
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At this time, Qin Sang also felt that as he entered the territory of Kui Yin Sect, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth had become incredibly dense.
For cultivators, the density of spiritual energy in the surrounding heaven and earth directly affects their cultivation speed. However, those blessed lands have already been divided up by immortal sects and clans. Only some wealthy independent cultivators can use spirit stones to arrange gathering spirit arrays to assist in their cultivation.
The spiritual energy in the Quiyin Sect is surprisingly thick. This place very likely has the legendary Spirit Eyes and Spirit Springs. This is the foundation of a cultivation sect.
As Uncle Yue said, compared to the rich spiritual energy, mere scenery is nothing.
> Uncle Yue flew them into the canyon with them, and soon they arrived above the mist. Unexpectedly, Uncle Yue didn't mean to stop, and finally was engulfed by the mist, blocking their vision.
After a while longer, Yue Shishu stopped his sword light. Qin Sang landed on solid ground and looked around. It turned out to be a stone bridge on the edge of a cliff.
The stone bridge was narrow, and they stood on the edge of a cliff. Below them lay an abyss thousands of meters deep. A timid senior brother clung tightly to the rock wall, his face as white as paper.
Qin Sang looked around, discovering that the entire cliff face was carved with similar stone bridges, paths, and steps. The stone bridges connected to one another formed caves, some with doors tightly shut, others wide open. There wasn't a single person in sight.
Standing here, Qin Sang felt like he was in an ice cave. The place was perpetually shrouded in thick fog, with no sunlight ever reaching the ground. A cold wind whistled from beneath the earth, seeping into his bones. Even cultivators would find it difficult to withstand this chilling environment.
Even if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is extremely potent in this place, it would be difficult to cultivate.
"Follow me..." Yue Shishu said, raising his foot to walk towards a cave dwelling at the end of the stone bridge. Everyone hurried to follow him.
As they approached the cave dwelling, Uncle Yue waved his hand, shooting out a golden ray of light. The stone door of the cave dwelling automatically opened, and everyone followed Uncle Yue into it. The chill on their bodies vanished instantly. They realized that there was an entire world within the cave dwelling.
The cave dwelling was very simply furnished, with a stone bed, a cushion, and an incense burner.
Behind the incense burner, there was a painting. The painting depicted an old man in a black robe standing aloft among the clouds, appearing as ethereal as a fairy.
Yue Shishu walked to the incense burner, lit an incense stick, and bowed to the painting. Turning around, he saw Qin Sang and the others standing solemnly. He nodded in satisfaction and smiled, "From today onwards, you are all disciples of the Quyin Sect. The Quyin Sect was founded by our ancestor, Master Quyin. Now, come and pay respects to the ancestor."
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