Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 386: Thirteen Breaths

Silence.

A blue-black ghostly claw tore through the void, sending a sharp pain through Qin Sang’s forehead.

Less than three cun away!

His eyes widened in shock, locked onto the ghostly claw that was now dangerously close from his face.

He could even clearly see the corpse poison flowing along its pitch-black nails.

With a fierce swing of his hand—

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The Yan Luo Banners of Ten Directions shot out from his palm, scattering in all directions. The ghost banners expanded as they caught the wind, growing into towering flags as tall as a person, standing solemnly within the ice hall.

A raging yin wind howled.

Yin qi thickened, engulfing the already dim ice hall in near-complete darkness.

And with the appearance of the flying yaksha, the overwhelming surge of corpse qi further twisted the atmosphere.

At this moment, the ice hall resembled the depths of hell.

However...

Qin Sang did not immediately activate the Yan Luo Banners, nor did he summon the power of the Yan Luo Array of Ten Directions. He also refrained from using the Heavenly Corpse Talisman.

Instead, he focused his mind inward, diving into his Qihai.

From within his dantian, a mystical talisman, shaped like a jade tablet, surfaced.

The Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman!

A deafening dragon’s roar erupted.

The talisman shattered in response, releasing a howling dragon soul.

A Jiao coiled around his body!

By now, the ghostly claw was less than a cun from his forehead.

Moments ago, before the flying yaksha, Qin Sang had seemed sluggish, his movements almost frozen. But now, it was as if he had abruptly awakened from a deep slumber, his agility suddenly unmatched. At the very last moment, he shifted sideways.

Whoosh!

A wave of corpse qi surged past.

The ghostly claw scraped past his ear, missing him by a hair’s breadth.

One breath!

Out of the corner of his eye, Qin Sang caught a glimpse of the flying yaksha brushing past him. In an instant, he twisted his body, contorting into an unnatural angle.

The next moment, another ghostly claw skimmed across his chest, shredding his robe into pieces.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, but he continued to dodge with all his might.

The two figures weaved through the air in rapid succession, Qin Sang narrowly avoiding each attack.

Suddenly, the ice hall trembled lightly.

The flying yaksha abruptly halted, turning its head toward the side chamber where Wandering Man was. Qin Sang knew that Wandering Man had begun his operation—he could not allow the flying yaksha to be drawn away.

Without hesitation, he stopped dodging. His spiritual power condensed into a sword, launching an offensive strike.

Two breaths!

The flying yaksha was enraged.

Three breaths!

Four breaths!

By relying on the Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman and the insight he had gained from previous tests on the flying yaksha’s movement patterns, Qin Sang managed to predict its attacks.

Even with his utmost effort, he had only bought two extra breaths of time—this was his absolute limit.

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Qin Sang sighed inwardly.

Within his primordial spirit space, his spiritual consciousness surged forth without reservation, locking tightly onto the Heavenly Corpse Talisman embedded within the flying yaksha’s skull.

Darkness clouded his vision, and in that instant, the flying yaksha’s eerie face loomed before him—yet it suddenly froze in place.

A chilling sensation spread across his throat.

The sharp nails of the ghostly claw were already pressing against his skin. But for just a fleeting moment, both the flying yaksha and its attack stalled.

Qin Sang seized the opportunity and retreated explosively!

Five breaths!

The Jiao spirit let out a mournful cry before withdrawing into his Qihai.

At the same time, yin wind howled, ghostly flames erupted, and the ice hall grew even colder—bone-piercingly frigid.

The Yan Luo Array of Ten Directions—Activated!

The Heavenly Corpse Talisman had only stalled the flying yaksha for an instant. The next moment, it awakened.

Whoosh!

Countless Ghostly Threads surged forth, madly swarming toward the flying yaksha.

These Ghostly Threads, formed from all ten Yan Luo Banners, were vastly different from before—not only were they thicker, but the ghostly flames entwining them had deepened to near-black, solidifying into an eerie sea of fire.

They resembled flames, yet their inky darkness radiated an uncanny aura, like demonic fire birthed from the abyss of the underworld, chilling one’s very soul.

In an instant, the overwhelming tide of Ghostly Threads engulfed the flying yaksha.

A shrill, inhuman roar erupted.

The flying yaksha was forced to retreat.

Six breaths!

Whoosh... whoosh...

For the first time, Qin Sang clearly saw emotions surging within the flying yaksha’s pitch-black eyes.

Rage, killing intent, ferocity...

And a faint trace of fear.

True to its nature as a living corpse, it glared at the black flames and the countless threads warily, hesitating after sustaining injuries.

Seven breaths!

Eight breaths!

Suddenly, the flying yaksha vanished—only to be forced out again by the black flames an instant later.

The Ghostly Threads scorched its body. Though it felt pain and howled in fury, its momentum did not slow in the slightest. Its dark eyes were locked solely on Qin Sang. A black saber materialized before it, formed entirely from an incantation.

The flying yaksha wielded the black saber with terrifying force, slicing through the Ghostly Threads and shattering the black flames like rotting wood.

Nine breaths!

At the same time, near the entrance of the ice hall, two shadows silently slipped inside from opposite sides.

Now!

Qin Sang split a wisp of his spiritual consciousness, commanding the two refined corpses to charge toward the side chamber.

"Ghost Manifestation!"

His entire focus remained on the Yan Luo Array. With a rapid shift of his hand seals, the Ghostly Threads suddenly dissipated. The primary soul of the Yan Luo Banners roared, fusing into a single entity—A ferocious evil spirit materialized in front of Qin Sang, standing defiantly against the rampaging flying yaksha.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ten Breaths!

Eleven Breaths!

The relentless onslaught of heavy punches... The evil spirit fearlessly entangled the flying yaksha, only to be smashed into fragments. The primary soul of the Yan Luo Banners let out a mournful wail before dissipating into black smoke, unable to reform in a short time.

The flying yaksha charged forward.

Though the battle had been brief, Qin Sang was already drained. His face had turned pale from overexertion.

However, he had gained enough time.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips. His throat moved as he swallowed several spiritual pills that he had kept hidden in his mouth, restoring a fraction of his spiritual power. Then, with a wave of his hand, he withdrew the Yan Luo Array. The Jiao spirit reappeared, and without hesitation, he turned to flee.

Swish!

The two figures crossed paths once more.

Qin Sang evaded the flying yaksha’s ambush with all his strength. As they brushed past each other, the living corpse happened to sneak in from the entrance, only to collide directly with the flying yaksha.

Qin Sang had no control over the flying yaksha’s movements. The living corpse was simply unlucky.

However, only one of the refined corpses—either the living corpse or the malevolent corpse—needed to survive and reach the side chamber.

Without hesitation, Qin Sang abandoned the living corpse, commanding it to charge at the flying yaksha in a suicidal attack.

Thud!

A fist shadow flickered like lightning.

Just as the flying yaksha was about to obliterate the living corpse, an unexpected scene unfolded before Qin Sang’s astonished eyes.

For some unknown reason, the flying yaksha’s fist froze mid-air in front of the living corpse. A trace of human-like struggle flickered across its face.

It hesitated. That punch never landed!

Instead, the flying yaksha let out an enraged roar and abandoned the living corpse entirely, turning its attention to the malevolent corpse nearby.

Boom!

The malevolent corpse’s head exploded instantly.

Twelve breaths!

What just happened?

Why has the flying yaksha ignored the living corpse yet ruthlessly annihilated the malevolent corpse?

Qin Sang was utterly baffled. The most significant difference between the two refined corpses was the Heavenly Corpse Talisman, but the Heavenly Yin Corpse Art had never mentioned anything like this.

Even though the living corpse retained some semblance of life, in essence, it was no different from the malevolent corpse—both were merely killing tools. There was no way a scene would play out where one corpse recognized another and shed tears of sorrow.

Qin Sang could not comprehend the reason, but the situation did not allow him to dwell on it.

The flying yaksha had crushed the malevolent corpse and then vanished once more.

A foreboding feeling crept up Qin Sang’s spine.

As expected, the flying yaksha ignored the living corpse yet again and came straight for him! Without hesitation, Qin Sang commanded the living corpse to rush into the side chamber while simultaneously retreating at full speed.

Only three breaths left.

That's enough.