75: Chapter 75 Meteor Abyss

"Fairy, that place is too dangerous, you..."

Qi Yang put on a worried expression, just as he was about to speak and dissuade her.

Su Qinghan waved her hand, interrupting him.

"The Sect's orders cannot be disobeyed. If I can bring back a supreme treasure from inside, I can exchange it for a foundation establishment pill and hope to step into the Foundation Establishment Stage within three years. This is my Opportunity, and also my tribulation."

As she spoke, Su Qinghan forced a drop of essential blood from between her eyebrows, spiritual power surging at her fingertips, condensing into a blood-red jade talisman radiating sharp Sword Qi.

She shoved the jade talisman into Qi Yang's hand, her tone solemn.

"This is my natal sword talisman. After I leave, you stay right here in this Nether Grass Field and don't go anywhere."

"If you encounter irresistible danger, instantly shatter this sword talisman. As long as it's not a Qi Condensation Great Completion making a move, it can ensure you are safe and sound. Moreover, as long as I, Su Qinghan, am not dead, even across thousands of mountains and rivers, I will desperately rush back to save you!"

Holding the natal sword talisman that carried Su Qinghan's body temperature, Qi Yang's heart suddenly shrank.

Having kept a low profile for so many years and having witnessed all the deceit and murder for treasures in the Cultivation World, no one had ever said such words to him.

"Take care, Fairy! This old man will wait right here in the grass field for the Fairy's triumphant return!"

Qi Yang bowed deeply.

This time, there was a rare hint of sincerity in his tone.

Watching Su Qinghan transform into a sword light soaring into the sky and completely disappearing into the horizon, the naive look on Qi Yang's face slowly converged, and a terrifyingly sharp light burst from his turbid old eyes.

"Moved is moved, but I will never entrust my life to someone else."

Qi Yang safely tucked away the natal sword talisman close to his body, turned around and walked back to the thatched cottage, locked the wooden door, and plunged straight into the underground secret room.

In the secret room, Qi Yang rummaged through his Storage Pouch to pull out several dilapidated Jade Slips recording ancient secrets, and began frantically checking information regarding Yunxing Abyss.

Su Qinghan's words reminded him that the thousand-year-old ruins definitely hid good things that could allow people to defy the heavens and change their fate.

After searching for a full three hours, Qi Yang finally found a clue in a tattered Jade Slip.

"Yunxing Abyss... the place where a meteorite from beyond the heavens fell, tempered year-round by starlight magnetic power, the deepest parts abound with the heaven and earth anomaly starlight sand!"

Looking at the records on the Jade Slip, Qi Yang's breathing grew heavy.

starlight sand!

This was legendary top-grade Artifact Refining material!

According to the records on the fragment of the scapegoat paper doll, if even a single grain of starlight sand could be mixed in when refining the paper doll, it could raise the paper doll's strength by a major step, and even resist a fatal blow from a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator!

What drove Qi Yang even more crazy was that the annotations of the Five Poisons Nourishing Spirit Art mentioned that when a Five-Element Mixed Spiritual Roots impacted the Qi Condensation 11th Layer, due to the overly massive liquid spiritual power, it was extremely easy to rupture the fragile Meridians.

And the starlight magnetic power contained within the starlight sand was precisely the top-grade medicinal guide to stabilize the Qi Sea and toughen the Meridians!

"Without starlight sand, wanting to break through to the Qi Condensation 11th Layer is incomparably difficult, not to mention later impacting the 12th Layer Great Perfection to refine a foundation establishment pill!"

Qi Yang fiercely slapped the bronze stone platform, his eyes flickering with light.

Now the Opportunity was right before his eyes, if he didn't even have the courage to reach out and take it, what kind of immortal cultivation was he even doing!

"Yunxing Abyss, I am definitely going!"

Qi Yang sneered and immediately began making preparations.

Afterwards, Qi Yang sat cross-legged on the bronze stone platform, with several withered pieces of spirit-guiding yin wood placed in front of him.

"Time is tight, I must prepare a few more trump cards."

Qi Yang pulled open the stopper of the mysterious black gourd and cautiously dripped two drops of emerald-green liquid.

Chi chi chi!

The withered spirit-guiding yin wood began to rapidly regain its vitality, and a dense, chilly yin aura permeated the secret room.

Holding a carving knife, Qi Yang wholeheartedly carved the complex array patterns of the scapegoat paper doll onto the top-grade wood core.

Refining the scapegoat paper doll consumed an incomparable amount of mental effort and spiritual power.

Over the next half month, Qi Yang did not step out, frantically squeezing the liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power in his Qi Sea.

After failing three times and destroying most of the spirit-guiding yin wood, he finally successfully refined two palm-sized, lifelike black paper dolls once again.

Forcing out heart blood, he formed hand seals with both hands.

"Merge!"

The two paper dolls turned into black light and sank into his chest.

Coupled with the one he refined previously, Qi Yang now had a full three scapegoat paper dolls protecting his body!

This was equivalent to him gaining three extra lives out of thin air!

As long as he wasn't directly blasted to slag by a Foundation Establishment old monster, he could use the paper dolls to substitute for his death and escape.

"Hoo... With three lives in hand, my confidence is much greater."

Qi Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his complexion looking somewhat pale due to the loss of heart blood.

But he didn't stop to rest; instead, he immediately opened his Storage Pouch and began taking inventory of his poison reserves.

There were still two bottles of Frost Absolute Shadow left; this stuff was most suitable for ambushing people.

He had prepared a full five large packages of blood-melting powder, specially used for breaking defenses and group attacks.

There were also dozens of explosive flame poison thunders mixed with the juice of top-grade poisonous weeds; once they exploded, any Cultivator below the Qi Refining Tenth Layer would definitely die upon touching them.

After making proper preparations, Qi Yang swallowed an improved version of the grade 2 wuxiang pill.

The medicinal power dissolved, tightly sealing his Qi Refining Tenth Layer liquid spiritual power, causing his cultivation Realm to drop all the way, finally stably stopping at the Qi Condensation 8th Layer.

Qi Condensation 8th Layer, this Realm was the most inconspicuous among the teams of Loose Cultivators exploring the ruins.

It would neither be treated as a soft persimmon to be casually manipulated nor arouse the vigilance of those Sect Prodigies; it was the perfect protective color.

Qi Yang changed into a featureless grayish-black robe and pasted a human-skin mask with a withered face and a knife scar by the corner of his eye onto his face.

From now on, he was no longer that cowardly old trash Qi Yang from the Xuantian Sect's outer gate, nor was he the previously used Taoist Mudao identity; instead, he was a ruthless Loose Cultivator who had struggled at the bottom of the Cultivation World, Old Ghost Yin.

Following the tunnel, Qi Yang quietly slipped out of the Xuantian Sect.

Pasting on a high-grade divine mobility talisman, he specifically chose desolate mountains and ridges with sparse human footprints to travel, journeying day and night.

A few days later, a huge canyon appeared in Qi Yang's line of sight.

The sky above the canyon was shrouded year-round in a grayish starlight magnetic storm, terrifying gravity distorted the surrounding air, and purple lightning shuttled through the clouds from time to time.

This was the terrifying dead zone that made people shudder upon hearing its name, Yunxing Abyss!

At this time, the periphery of Yunxing Abyss had already turned into a massive temporary camp.

Dragons and snakes were mixed together, and voices were boisterous.

Qi Yang lowered the bamboo hat on his head and walked into the Loose Cultivator camp mixed in with the crowd.

He was in no rush to gather information; instead, he rented a dilapidated tent at the edge of the camp, paying a rent of ten Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

Sitting cross-legged in the tent, Qi Yang closed his eyes, his powerful perceptive ability spreading silently across the entire camp like an invisible giant net.

"This lineup is truly quite large."

Qi Yang was secretly shocked in his heart.

The camp was distinctly divided into four areas.

The east side was the Xuantian Sect's station, where Sword Qi soared into the sky, and Qi Yang even perceived Su Qinghan's familiar, chilling Sword Intent within it.

The west side was the Qingyu Sect's station; those Cultivators wearing azure feather robes all looked down on everyone, their bodies radiating fierce wind-attribute spiritual power fluctuations.

And on the south side, another massive force was actually stationed there.

Those Cultivators were all wearing purple Daoist robes, their bodies emitting an extremely domineering thunder-fire aura.

"Ziyang Valley! Even they have come to stick a foot in this!"

Qi Yang's brows locked tightly.

Ziyang Valley was a major righteous Sect of equal renown with the Xuantian Sect and Qingyu Sect, and its Disciples acted in a domineering manner.

The Three Major Sects had all gathered; the muddy waters of this trip to Yunxing Abyss were deeper than he had imagined.

As for the north side, it was a gathering place for gate-less and faction-less Loose Cultivators like Qi Yang.

The number of people here was the greatest, but it was also the most chaotic, filled everywhere with desperadoes who killed and looted for treasures.

"The Sects eat meat, the Loose Cultivators drink soup, or they can't even drink soup and can only act as cannon fodder for pathfinding."

Qi Yang sneered and withdrew his perceptive ability.

He deeply understood the cruel Law of the Cultivation World; here, no reasoning could be spoken of, and whoever had the bigger fist made the rules.