Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 443: Three Years

The Golden Core cultivator surnamed Di immediately agreed, "Rest assured, Island Master. I will send word back to my sect at once."

Snake Granny let out a low hum in acknowledgment. An ancient token inscribed with the character "Cold" appeared in her palm as she declared in a solemn voice, "In the name of Stargazing Island's Island Master, I command the Small Cold Domain! This is a time of grave crisis..."

On the island, every Core Formation Realm cultivator—whether righteous, demonic, or even rogue cultivators from Yinshan Stronghold—stood in respectful silence. Even the snake-bodied man revealed his true form, his expression solemn as they all waited patiently for Snake Granny to deliver her command, word by word.

When her decree was complete, they cupped their hands in unison and accepted the order.

...

Though the Tianxing Alliance had retreated, it did not mean they were truly safe. Qin Sang and the other Foundation Building cultivators were not qualified to partake in the high-level discussions. While they meditated to recover, they stole glances toward the central island.

There, the Golden Core cultivators were gathered in deep deliberation, deciding on the course of action that would shape their fates—choices that were not theirs to make, but determined by others.

After all the Golden Core cultivators had paid respects to Snake Granny, Che Yutao swept his gaze across the area before finally resting his eyes on someone.

A moment later, Zhan Yi, who was seated beside Qin Sang, was summoned to stand before Che Yutao. He received a token-like object and then soared northward out of the misty sea. Before leaving, he nodded toward Qin Sang.

Many others departed alongside him, including several Golden Core cultivators.

Not long after, Qin Sang and the others finally received their own direct orders.

All cultivators were assigned to small squads based on their cultivation level. Each group selected an island within the array as their designated station, where they were to cultivate in seclusion. Without explicit orders, no one was allowed to leave.

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Three years later...

The Chaotic Island Waters had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.

The Small Cold Domain had reinforced the spiritual array multiple times, sparing no cost. Now, the Thousand-Illusion Array of True Waters was far stronger than before, and its reach had expanded severalfold.

Currently, the entire Chaotic Island Waters was enveloped by the Thousand-Illusion Array. Within the misty sea, an expansive rectangular space had been carved out, stretching east to west.

Cultivators of the Small Cold Domain relied on both the scattered islands and the Thousand-Illusion Array to maintain their standoff against the Tianxing Alliance.

Similarly, the Tianxing Alliance had established its own fortified stronghold in the southern region of the Chaotic Island Waters, centered around a place called Taiqing Lake. Between them lay an enormous expanse of open water, which had become the battlefield.

At dawn, the mist gradually dissipated, revealing an eerily still water surface, smooth as a mirror.

Not a single bird was in sight.

It was no surprise; over the past three years, birds had rarely been seen in this area.

Boom!

A distant clash of metal shattered the silence.

Moments later, dozens of streaks of evasion light of varying colors darted through the sky, chasing and weaving through the air. Within the luminous trails, the glows of sword qi, saber light, and various artifacts flashed in rapid succession.

It was clear that these cultivators were locked in battle.

Their cultivation levels were not low—the weakest among them was at the early stage of the Foundation Building Realm, and there were even late-stage Foundation Building experts in the mix.

The ones being pursued fought while retreating. Although they were at a disadvantage, their formation remained intact, showing no signs of imminent collapse.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

One after another, streaks of evasion light shot past overhead.

No one noticed the shadow that had silently appeared beneath the water’s surface. Concealed within the depths, it lurked in secret, quietly observing the battlefield.

Within that shadow was none other than Qin Sang.

His eyes widened as he studied the ongoing battle.

The group being pursued consisted of the Small Cold Domain cultivators, and among them was his own sect brother—Mu Yifeng.

As for their pursuers, there was no need to guess—they were undoubtedly the Tianxing Alliance cultivators.

Over the past three years, this exact scene had played out countless times in these waters. Sometimes, it was the Small Cold Domain cultivators being hunted. Other times, it was the Tianxing Alliance who found themselves on the run.

The aerial battle was fierce, with artifacts clashing repeatedly and spells erupting in succession.

Qin Sang pondered for a moment. A faint light flickered between his brows, and the ebony sword silently emerged from his body. A moment later, the sword vanished without a trace, streaking toward the battlefield in utter secrecy.

The ebony sword swiftly approached the battlefield. Qin Sang’s gaze shifted rapidly before finally locking onto a middle-aged man in a brocade robe.

This cultivator was not the most powerful among the the Tianxing Alliance, but he was a late-stage Foundation Building expert with formidable strength. Even in his duel against Mu Yifeng, he held his ground, and at times, even seemed to suppress Mu Yifeng.

Qin Sang fixated on the middle-aged man and carefully observed the battle formation of the Tianxing Alliance. At last, he spotted an opening. His eyes flashed with excitement, and his lips parted slightly. "Go!"

A thunderous explosion suddenly echoed across the clear sky.

The ebony sword emerged from concealment, transforming from stillness into motion in an instant. With unparalleled speed, its sword light streaked across the sky like a bolt of lightning, closing in on the middle-aged man’s back within the blink of an eye.

"I knew you people were treacherous..."

The middle-aged man sneered coldly. He had already anticipated a sneak attack. Though his back appeared undefended, a mystical spiritual diagram suddenly surfaced, radiating profound light.

The spiritual diagram emanated a mysterious glow—it was no ordinary defense.

A typical flying sword would have been easily repelled.

Unfortunately for him, his opponent was Qin Sang and the ebony sword!

Qin Sang did not use the Blood Defilement Divine Light.

That technique was one of his most guarded trump cards. Unless he could ensure a clean kill and there were no witnesses, he would never reveal it.

In the past three years, he had only used it once.

Yet even without it, the Sword Qi Thunderclap supernatural ability, combined with the sharpness of the ebony sword, was more than enough to handle most dangerous situations. It had even earned him quite a reputation.

Boom!

The Sword Qi Thunderclap struck with terrifying speed. Before the spiritual glow could fully form, the ebony sword had already arrived, shattering the defensive light into fragments.

The spiritual diagram could not escape unscathed either, though it was not completely destroyed.

Qin Sang did not press the attack—he immediately recalled the ebony sword. It was precisely because of his cautious use of the sword that no one had yet realized it was an astra.

That was enough. The middle-aged man had not expected the ambush to be so powerful. His body stiffened for a moment—just long enough for Mu Yifeng, who had been locked in battle with him, to seize the opportunity. His Nine-Fire Divine Blade slashed forward like an illusionary flash of lightning.

"Sword Qi Thunderclap..."

The cold sneer on the middle-aged man's face froze. Panic flickered in his eyes as he tried to evade, but it was too late. The Nine-Fire Divine Blade pierced through his chest, killing him instantly.

"Shit! It’s the Shadowless Sword!"

"Retreat!"

The remaining Tianxing Alliance cultivators screamed in terror. Without hesitation, they abandoned their fallen comrade’s corpse and turned to flee.

Qin Sang sighed inwardly.

After three years of constant battle, he had built quite a reputation, earning the title Shadowless Sword—a name originally belonging to a famed technique from the Wuji Sect.

Because of this, Wuji Sect disciples now regarded him with irritation.

Since the enemy had chosen a decisive retreat while maintaining their formation, Qin Sang and the others did not bother pursuing. Instead, they divided the spoils among themselves. Qin Sang then set off alone, returning to the Chaotic Island Waters. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

After flying for some time, a towering wall of mist emerged to the north, completely obstructing Qin Sang’s vision.

The mist surged into the sky, dense and eternal, stretching endlessly in both the east and west directions.

Only upon seeing the misty sea did Qin Sang finally let down his guard. He urged his Nether Cloud forward, flying straight toward the mist wall while raising a token that he had prepared in advance.

The moment he approached, he felt a subtle constriction around his body. The token in his hand glowed with a soft, milky white light. As it touched the mist, a bright beam shot forth from the depths of the misty sea, forming a long and narrow passage before him.

Clearly, Qin Sang was already familiar with this process.

Without hesitation, he rode his Nether Cloud into the passage and continued onward.

After traveling some distance through the mist, his surroundings suddenly opened up.

Fine rain drizzled over the land, casting a dim, melancholic light over the scene.

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