Lunar Heavenly Ghost Divine Light

The bone flute shone brightly, as translucent as crystal. Its light pulsed rhythmically, pointing in a distinct direction. Back when he had encountered the second section near Huntian Island, nothing like this had occurred. For such an abnormality to suddenly appear, there had to be a reason. If there really was another section of the bone flute nearby, the implications were self-evident! *Could I actually gather every fragment of the bone flute and obtain the complete ancient treasure?* Qin Sang could not help but feel a surge of excitement. After finding two fragments that had ended up in entirely different places, he had originally abandoned all hope. Never had he expected a third piece to be right here in the Canglang Sea! *Someone nearby is carrying a bone flute fragment. I wonder if their fragment is reacting as well, but judging by what happened last time, it's unlikely.* Qin Sang opened his eyes wide and peered through the crimson light, but his field of vision was empty void. Aside from his companions, he could see nothing at all. He struggled to shift to the left, wanting to test the flute's detection range and see if he could draw closer to whoever carried it. Immediately afterward, however, a massive shock wave slammed into them. Their progress was arrested, and Qin Sang could only watch helplessly as the light on the bone flute began to dim, fading away completely a moment later. *** *Thump! Thump!* Across a boundless wasteland, several crimson silhouettes plummeted from the sky. Only after they landed did the red light slowly dissipate. Qin Sang hit the ground, stumbled, and quickly steadied his footing. Glancing around, he saw Xiang Yi and the others landing nearby as well. All eight of them were accounted for; not a single person was missing. "So this is the Hall of Seven Kills." Qin Sang raised his head. The sky was an unbroken sheet of murky gray. The immortal formation seemed nonexistent here, and he could easily see the outer hurricanes in the distance. With a light tap of his foot, he drifted up into the air again. Gazing as far as the eye could see, he discovered that, much like the Inner Hall of Ziwei Palace, this was an extraordinarily vast expanse with no end in sight. In the distant sky, clouds of diverse hues and banks of mist billowed, many bearing signs of secret realms. Within his line of sight were primeval jungles with towering ancient trees. Strange, chilling sounds drifted from the depths of the forest. The Hall of Seven Kills was clearly quite different from Ziwei Palace—there were living creatures here. There were also imposing mountain ranges crouched like azure dragons, ancient restrictions drifting through the air, and celestial halls nestled amidst the landscape. Everywhere lay scenes of desolate antiquity! From the look of it, the Hall of Seven Kills lacked an obvious centerpiece like Heavenly Mountain in Ziwei Palace, which could be recognized as the core region at a glance. Yet the danger here was certainly not a whit less than in Ziwei Palace. "Heaven Tower..." Qin Sang's gaze swept swiftly across the terrain, coming to rest behind the mountains. There, towering peaks rose into boundless seas of clouds. Heaven Tower stood in that general direction. It was said to surpass even the highest peak of the Hall of Seven Kills, but cloaked as it was by the clouds, not even a shadow of the tower could be seen from here. By now, streaks of flying light were igniting across various parts of the wasteland, scattering in every direction. To Qin Sang's disappointment, the bone flute remained dormant after his arrival. This meant the cultivator carrying the other fragment had likely entered ahead of them and already departed the wasteland. The flute's detection range was not large, so whether he would ever cross paths with that person again remained entirely uncertain. If that person perished inside the Hall of Seven Kills, or vanished without a trace after leaving, the odds were that the bone flute would never be made whole. Such a treasure was still something one could only encounter by luck, never by force. Qin Sang fell silent. Once he completed the Merchant Alliance's task, his priority would definitely be the ancient teleportation array. He could not afford to wander about searching for this person unless the ancient array proved exceptionally easy to locate. Which mattered more was self-evident. He could only put the bone flute out of his mind and stop thinking about it for now. "Fellow Daoists, is anyone injured?" Xiang Yi looked over each of them in turn, asking with concern in his voice. The sword-cradling youth and Cui Ji appeared to have suffered some mishap; their auras were somewhat erratic, and they were seated cross-legged on the ground regulating their breath. The rest were in fairly good condition. Even though they had been firmly shielded by the blood light summoned by their jade pendants, lingering fear still hung over everyone. The Liu couple complained, "Before coming here, the two of us consulted a friend who had entered the Hall of Seven Kills before. According to him, the outer immortal formation they encountered back then was nowhere near this terrifying. The protective blood light around us nearly shattered several times. We thought we would be laid to rest here forever." Xiang Yi offered a faint smile. "I do not know when your friend entered, but it was almost certainly when the Hall of Seven Kills emerged on its own, or when they breached the formation during its low ebb. That would naturally be different from our situation today. We are still a long way from the formation's low ebb. Forcing our way through right now, achieving this outcome is already remarkably fortunate. It is said that the Witch Clan not only dispatched their Grand Shaman for this, but also paid an astonishing price." "I suppose that is precisely why our human race agreed to let the Witch Clan's Nascent Soul experts enter the Hall of Seven Kills?" The fat man wore luxurious robes that had become an unsightly mess of creases from the formation's relentless battering. Lacking the energy to tidy himself up, he, like Qin Sang, was eagerly surveying the Hall of Seven Kills. Drifting down from the air, he asked in bewilderment, "Did the Witch Clan obtain some sort of intelligence? Is there a treasure inside the Hall of Seven Kills of immense importance to them, such that they would spare no effort and mobilize their entire clan for this venture?" "I have received no word on that. I'm afraid only the Witch Clan themselves know. Did anyone see which direction the Grand Shaman headed? Perhaps that might allow us to guess a thing or two?" Xiang Yi asked. The others shook their heads one after another. Not only the Grand Shaman, but the other Nascent Soul cultivators had long since entered as well. The fat man laughed self-deprecatingly. "I don't even know what the Grand Shaman looks like." Just then, Mrs. Liu's expression changed slightly. Pointing toward the edge of the wasteland, she let out an alarmed cry, "What is that?" Everyone fixed their gaze in that direction, only to see an uncanny light appear at some unknown moment. Moving at astonishing speed, it shot across the wasteland in the blink of an eye and vanished into the mountain depths. What sent a chill down their spines was that the instant they saw the strange light, vicious, ravenous ghosts seemed to emerge within it. Sensing their gazes, the ghosts turned in unison, glaring back at them with blood-red eyes. In an instant, everyone except Qin Sang suffered a severe mental shock, their heads spinning with dizziness. Terrified, they hurriedly tore their eyes away, only then breaking free of the influence. From such a great distance, a mere glance had affected them, and the demonic forms each of them saw appeared to be slightly different. Everyone was thoroughly appalled. "The Lunar Heavenly Ghost Divine Light!" Xiang Yi's face darkened as he named the strange light in a single breath. "What?" The fat man gasped. "That's the renowned number one divine light of the Canglang Sea, the Demon Lord's supreme divine ability—the Lunar Heavenly Ghost Divine Light? It's said that only the Demon Lord's disciples on Jizhen Island can cultivate it!" "That was no disciple! A fleeting glimpse nearly caused our minds to collapse—only the Demon Lord himself could possess such power!" Xiang Yi's expression turned grim. "Like the Grand Shaman, the Demon Lord is a Great Cultivator of the late Nascent Soul stage. As one of the few Great Cultivators of the human race, he was said to appear only when the Hall of Seven Kills emerged of its own accord. Yet this time, he has entered alongside the Grand Shaman... Have the two of you recovered? We had best act as quickly as possible!"