Gateway of Immortality
Chapter 472: Spatial Storm

Chapter 472: Spatial Storm

A beautifully shaped flying sword shot out from the center of Qin Sang’s brows, accompanied by an earth-shaking clap of thunder. It transformed into a bolt of lightning, dazzling everyone present.

At this moment of crisis, Qin Sang held nothing back, unleashing every ounce of power he could muster.

The ebony sword made a stunning appearance.

With the thunderous momentum of Sword Qi Thunderclap, and the terrifying aura radiating from the ebony sword itself, it wasn’t just the handsome young man who was shocked, even Yu Shanting, Granny Jing, and the Star-Controlling Elder turned their attention toward it.

In the blink of an eye, the ebony sword crossed the space between them.

The young man’s eyes widened in horror. He was utterly unprepared. The only thing he could do was raise his saber and erupt with a barrage of dazzling blade light, layers of overlapping shadows trying to block the ebony sword’s advance.

Swish!

A layer of blood-colored light surged up along the ebony sword’s blade, and in that moment, its glow transformed into crimson lightning.

A stream of bloodlight splashed forth.

It carried an aura of filth and decay, striking the saber head-on.

The instant it touched the bloodlight, the saber light vanished. Its once-glimmering sheen visibly faded into a dull, decaying gray-white.

In a flash, the saber had turned to scrap metal.

Crack!

The saber shattered completely!

Even an astra would lose all power if tainted by the Blood Defilement Divine Light, let alone a mere artifact.

This top-grade artifact didn’t even put up a resistance, and was destroyed instantly.

The scattering metal fragments stung the young man’s eyes, and the ebony sword, which met no resistance, brought with it the unmistakable aura of death.

Terror twisted the young man’s features. His mouth opened to scream but no sound came out.

At that very moment, a beam of moonlight descended from the sky, no slower than the ebony sword.

Granny Jing also couldn’t risk letting the young man release the Xutian Thunder. Almost at the same instant Qin Sang summoned the ebony sword, she forcibly activated her astra.

Swish!

The luminous moon suddenly blazed brighter, firing a beam of moonlight that pierced through the space conjured by the Star-Controlling Elder’s illusion. It fell upon the young man, locking onto the Xutian Thunder in his hand and forcibly snatched it away.

The ebony sword arrived only a breath later, poised to pierce through the young man’s heart meridian and kill him on the spot.

Seeing Granny Jing’s moonlight come to his aid, Qin Sang exhaled slightly in relief. But just then, a subtle thought stirred within him. At the last moment, he forcibly restrained the sword’s qi and subtly shifted its path.

Splat!

Blood sprayed into the air.

The young man could only watch helplessly as the ebony sword stabbed toward him, his face twisted with despair.

The ebony sword pierced his body but it avoided his heart meridian, brushing past his vital point.

However, in that instant, Qin Sang secretly activated the sword again, releasing a storm of sword qi inside the young man’s body, shredding his meridians into chaos. This way, he could neutralize the young man without inflicting irreparable harm.

If Qin Sang had been facing him alone, he wouldn’t have dared take such a risky move. But with Granny Jing's help, things were different. Under the suppression of the moonlight, the young man couldn’t resist at all.

The sword qi rampaged inside him. The pain of his shredded meridians contorted his face until he finally passed out cold.

Whoosh!

The ebony sword pierced through the young man’s chest.

Qin Sang’s figure shot forward, darting toward the young man but his eyes were already fixed on the Star-Controlling Elder. The ebony sword followed his gaze, emitting a resonant sword cry as it flew toward the elder like a streak of light.

Now that the ebony sword had been revealed, there was no point in keeping it hidden.

Qin Sang had made his decision. He would assist Granny Jing in killing the Star-Controlling Elder and Yu Shanting. This needed to end quickly. Eliminate the threats before more variables appear. He had no interest in Granny Jing’s ultimate fate, but he himself had no desire to be hunted across the Small Cold Domain.

The ebony sword was a true astra. Even someone as powerful as the Star-Controlling Elder dared not take it lightly.

It was a pity that the Blood Defilement Divine Light had been wasted.

It could only be used once, and after activation, needed time to recover.

Had he known Granny Jing still had the strength to intervene, there would’ve been no need to waste it on the young man. If he had saved it for the Star-Controlling Elder, it might have achieved miraculous results.

Still, Qin Sang didn’t regret it. In that situation, there had been no room for hesitation. If the young man had succeeded in unleashing the Xutian Thunder, that would’ve been a regret beyond redemption.

Unexpectedly, what Qin Sang saw next made his expression change drastically.

Perhaps because Granny Jing had diverted some of her focus to assist Qin Sang, the once radiant bright moon above had dimmed slightly. Seizing the opportunity, the Star-Controlling Elder swiftly commanded the galaxy to converge upon the moon.

The starry river compressed to the extreme, its aura surging with power, creating an overwhelming momentum that threatened to suppress the moonlight.

The Star-Controlling Elder exhaled heavily, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the center of his chest. In that moment, his entire body burst into radiant starlight, resonating with the starry river The source of that starlight was countless translucent chains that had tightly coiled around his body.

These chains were crystal-clear, shining like cut glass. They were delicate in appearance, yet unbelievably sturdy.

One chain after another bound the Star-Controlling Elder from head to toe, resembling some kind of cruel restraint, tightly constraining him.

None of these chains had been visible before; they had appeared out of nowhere.

His silver hair danced wildly.

The Star-Controlling Elder threw back his head and roared to the sky, looking half mad.

Crack!

A sharp snap rang out as one of the chains snapped.

That triggered the others. One after another, they shattered in an instant, with more than half breaking apart in mere moments.

At the same time, the elder’s aura skyrocketed at a terrifying rate. In the blink of an eye, it had already surged past the Foundation Building Realm, and was still climbing.

"He was using those chains to suppress his cultivation?"

Qin Sang’s heart stirred. He realized the chains weren’t meant to bind, but for restraining power.

Then Granny Jing’s earlier warning surfaced in his mind. Shock flickered across Qin Sang’s face as he focused his gaze. Sure enough, as the Star-Controlling Elder’s aura soared beyond the Foundation Building Realm, the surrounding space darkened like ink, plunging into total blackness.

Within that darkness, faint ripples could be seen—subtle, almost undetectable—yet terrifying to behold. Because within those ripples, hairline cracks began to appear, imperceptible to the naked eye.

Granny Jing had once said that the space around Zhitian Peak was incredibly fragile. If someone unleashed power beyond the Foundation Building Realm, at best, the space would rupture, and at worst, it could trigger a spatial storm.

And spatial storms... even Spiritual Infant experts would avoid them at all costs. Now, the Star-Controlling Elder had forcibly broken his chains and released his cultivation without restraint. Is he insane? Is he committing suicide?

But soon, the Star-Controlling Elder gave Qin Sang his answer.

Clearly, he knew full well the terror of spatial storms. Panic and urgency flashed across his eyes as he quickly pointed downward. A streak of light shot from his finger and struck the center of the plaza.

The pile of broken stone pillars shattered into dust under the impact of the light, revealing something hidden beneath.

At the very heart of the plaza was a circular stone platform.

It wasn’t large—less than two zhang in diameter—jutting slightly above the last ring of stone blocks. The light swept away the dust on its surface, revealing its true form.

Weathered by countless years, the dark gray stone platform was pitted and scarred, emanating a profound, ancient air.

Etched across its surface were layers of mysterious runes, drawn with crude but precise strokes.

The streak of light merged with the platform, and the stone absorbed it entirely, without even the faintest leak.

A moment later, the runes on the platform lit up brilliantly.

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