Chapter 1010: Arrival of the Spiritual Infant Cultivators

Ziwei Palace and Seven-Kill Hall seemed to be the work of the same hand. Qin Sang halted, deep in thought.

It appeared these two places were linked by far more than a mere teleportation array; there had to be a profound connection. No wonder Ziwei Palace hid the

Primordial Spirit Sword Nourishment

, while the Sky Tower of Seven-Kill Hall sealed a sword will of the same lineage. If so, might the Seven-Kill Hall also conceal the

Primordial Spirit Sword Nourishment

?

He considered it and decided that, even if it existed, finding it would be extremely difficult. One could enter the inner hall only once every few centuries; even this shortest interval still spanned more than a hundred years.

The inner hall was said to be larger than the outer hall and more dangerous, while the time allowed for each exploration remained limited. By his calculation, Senior Qingzhu should have entered the inner hall twice. Yet judging from the words he left along the path of swords, he had not found any subsequent art.

At low realms, with weak cultivation and no backing to supply resources, talent decides everything. After forming a Spiritual Infant, things will no longer be so helpless. The Great Dao branches into ten thousand roads, and the cultivation world holds ten thousand possibilities. Qin Sang thought.

Still, without the strength boost from the killing symbol, my path of cultivation will be far harsher than that of the truly gifted. Fortunately, I already have two top-grade astras as my foundation, so my strength does not lag behind others. I can take my time seeking a solution.

Qin Sang’s gaze flickered toward the inner hall.

If neither Seven-Kill Hall nor Ziwei Palace undergoes any anomalies, then after I form my Spiritual Infant, I’ll be able to travel freely between the two and search the inner hall thoroughly.

A sharp whistle of air tore him from his thoughts. He looked over to see a streak of evasion light not far away, heading for the inner hall entrance as he was. Its aura was powerful, clearly belonging to a Spiritual Infant cultivator.

Qin Sang grew wary, suppressed his own light, and flew low-key. The Spiritual Infant expert did not spare him a glance and flashed past in an instant.

Between the outer hall’s mountains, more and more lights flared to life, most of them arrowing straight for the inner hall entrance. Qin Sang quickened his pace.

Passing the Sky Tower, he soon reached the edge of the celestial barrier and finally saw the full silhouette of Seven-Kill Hall’s palace.

The palace was dilapidated, one corner collapsed. Its plaque was mottled, the ink flaking, worn and cracked in many places, exuding an ancient aura.

Before the palace sprawled a square paved with white jade, broad enough to hold several hundred people. It was not the square’s true boundary; its edge broke off abruptly, as if cut away by the celestial barrier, leaving only a preserved portion.

Surprisingly, the white jade within the square was intact and almost new, smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting human figures. Dozens of people already stood upon it.

Qin Sang landed at the edge, hesitated, then stepped onto the square. The instant he did, he felt a faint strangeness, as if some ripple swept across his body.

Startled, he examined himself inwardly, then checked the Corpse Puppet Pouch and the Primordial Unity Ring. Finding nothing amiss, he let it go. Someone noticed him and looked over.

Without the Heavenly Demon Transformation, Qin Sang’s strength did not show on the surface. He appeared to be an ordinary late Core Formation cultivator. Those people gave him a couple of cursory glances and lost interest. This suited Qin Sang perfectly.

Calm-faced, he moved behind the crowd and stood in a corner of the square, sweeping his gaze to take everything in. As he entered, more cultivators arrived in succession, and the number upon the square steadily grew.

"A portion of the human race’s peak strength must have gathered here..." remarked Qin Sang silently.

Leaving aside the Spiritual Infant grandmasters, even the Core Formation cultivators present were not to be underestimated; those at the middle stage were in the minority.

Given the vastness of Canglang Sea and the prosperity of the human race, having so many experts here was not surprising.

"Lingzhuzi." Qin Sang searched the crowd and at a glance spotted a familiar figure.

He found that everyone stood in deliberate groupings, making it easy to tell who belonged together, chatting amiably. Others who did not get along kept a clear distance between them.

"With Lingzhuzi at their head, those must be righteous cultivators." Qin Sang’s gaze slid across the Spiritual Infant experts. Some could be identified by attire and bearing, others wore plain robes that betrayed no affiliation.

The righteous Core Formation disciples behaved with marked restraint, standing behind their Spiritual Infant elders and conversing quietly with acquaintances. Ning Wuhui was nowhere to be seen yet, likely still on the way.

"On the far side of the square, standing farthest from the righteous camp, must be the devilish cultivators," Qin Sang muttered.

There, a man stood with hands clasped behind his back, silent. The devilish Spiritual Infant experts lined up behind him and did not dare disturb him. Even from the back, his presence felt extraordinary.

"To command all the devilish experts, this person should be the Devil Lord." Qin Sang’s gaze moved between Lingzhuzi and the Devil Lord. "I didn’t expect both the Devil Lord and Lingzhuzi to come in person. Seven-Kill Hall truly lives up to its name as a sacred land of the human race!"

Between the righteous and devilish factions stood wave after wave of other cultivators, a mixed multitude no fewer than either side, perhaps even more, and not weak. Clearly, there were many forces unwilling to be drawn into a righteous-versus-devilish struggle.

While Qin Sang was quietly inferring identities, the crowd on the square grew denser still. Two cultivators came to stand near him.

One looked around curiously, as if finally realizing what felt off. "Brother Shen, why are there no witch cultivators here this time? The last time I came to Seven-Kill Hall, there were plenty of them. Even the grand witch priest of the witch race came."

The Shen-surnamed cultivator chuckled. "They would come in if they didn't care about their lives. Brother Lu, you must not know this. Only human cultivators may enter the inner hall. If a witch cultivator or a Transformation Realm great demon dares to step even half a pace inside, the grand array on this square detects it at once. If they force their way in, they’ll be executed on the spot."

Startled, Brother Lu swept his eyes swiftly across the square. Shen said crisply, pride showing on his face, "Don’t bother looking. Even if it isn’t an ancient celestial array, this array was certainly left by one of our human powerhouses. It lies quiet most of the time and shows its might only when triggered. That’s why Seven-Kill Hall is a sacred land of our race. I heard they only opened the outer hall before to win the witch race’s cooperation in the Demonic Sea and share the pressure from the demon race. The inner hall is sealed by a celestial barrier and has only this one entrance. Even if they were allowed, the witch cultivators wouldn’t dare step in."

Hearing this, Qin Sang realized what that earlier ripple had been. The white crane was bound to the Primordial Unity Ring and counted as his spirit beast; Mute Girl and Bai each bore Heavenly Corpse Talismans refined by him and were thus considered under his authority.

For that reason, he had not triggered the array. Qin Sang let out a silent breath of relief.