Chapter 1282: The Battle of Shuangjing Mountain
Chapter 1282: The Battle of Shuangjing Mountain
The moment Qin Sang took the jade hairpin, a soul-shaking roar erupted from the Qilin Hairpin, echoing directly within his mind.
Without needing Madam Luo’s guidance, Qin Sang understood everything through the talismanic seal. He tossed the Qilin Hairpin into the air.
Roar! A furious cry rang out.
The Qilin Hairpin transformed into a mass of azure light, circling around Qin Sang. At times it returned to the form of a jade hairpin, and at times it shifted into a small Qilin.
After making all preparations, the two stepped out of the snow cave.
Madam Luo, now disguised as Qin Sang, flew directly toward the center of the array, revealing herself within it to assist Qingjun.
Meanwhile, Qin Sang swayed his graceful figure and advanced toward the front line. He would lead the low-level cultivators and be the first to charge into the array of Sin Abyss.
Along the way, those low-level cultivators were unaware of the truth. They had no idea that beneath that elegant figure was a man, and many cast heated glances his way.
Fortunately, the battle was urgent, and Madam Luo was a Spiritual Infant grandmaster. No one dared to recklessly approach and strike up conversation. Still, it was inevitable that he would run into someone who knew.
"Uh... Daoist Luo." Jinglin was aware of their plan. His expression remained calm, but his gaze turned strange as he greeted Qin Sang. The moment he saw Qin Sang’s seductive smile, a chill ran down his spine, and he fled as fast as he could.
By now, Qin Sang’s heart had already gone numb. Without changing expression, he reached the front line and looked up at the vast sky lake covering everything, forcing himself to accept this as a sacrifice for the greater good.
Boom! A thunderous explosion shook Shuangjing Mountain, signaling the start of the assault.
Whoosh, whoosh... Countless sharp winds suddenly swept across the battlefield. A violent gale rose instantly, scattering snow in all directions until heaven and earth turned into a vast blur of white.
At the center of the storm, Qingjun and Madam Luo’s figures flickered in and out of sight. Around them stood several others, along with rows of peculiar wooden plaques.
Each plaque was as large as a door panel and inscribed with strange runes. They seemed to be the source of the gale.
Across the battlefield, groups of cultivators stood around smaller versions of these plaques. The runes on them flashed as they formed a mysterious array. The cultivators formed hand seals, activating the plaques in coordination with Qingjun and the others.
All the plaques shone with dazzling brilliance. Spiritual qi surged wildly toward them, and the wind grew even more violent. Those with weaker cultivation could barely keep their eyes open and felt as if they might be blown off their feet.
Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared. The gale reached its peak. Gray currents of wind could be seen moving through the air, manifestations of hurricane force. These gray streams began to gather.
They fused and devoured one another, forming funnel-shaped masses. At this sight, everyone knew the array was about to give birth to terrifying tornadoes.
The wind pillars were bound in place as they rapidly took shape and expanded. Massive columns of wind shot upward toward the azure water above, twisting violently and sweeping everything on the mountain into their grasp.
Broken stones, snow, withered trees... All that remained was devastation.
***
At the peak of Shuangjing Mountain, the Spiritual Infant cultivators of Sin Abyss hid within their own array, looking down. One of them shouted fiercely, "The Xun Wind Grand Array! The Two-Domain Alliance actually brought this out. They’ve truly gone all in! Find an opportunity to destroy their core array artifacts. Let’s see if they can ever refine another set!"[1]
"Hm? Those two... They seem to be the same ones who stopped Elder Ye at Blood Lake." Another activated a secret technique, barely making out the two figures at the center of the array before the raging winds obscured his vision. Even his spiritual consciousness could not penetrate it. "So the ones attacking Shuangjing Mountain are those two. They’re truly timid, not even daring to come up personally. Could there be other experts?"
"Perhaps they aren’t in a hurry to take Shuangjing Mountain. This could be a probe to contain us. Their main forces are likely at Wangdong City and Shiqu Mountain. Maintaining the Xun Wind Grand Array is no simple matter. Those two had little reputation before and only rose suddenly. Though their treasures are powerful, their foundation cannot match Elder Ye and the others. They likely need to work together just to sustain the array..." Someone speculated.
"For now, we focus on defense. Observe their intentions. Look for an opportunity to destroy the core of the Xun Wind Grand Array and wait for news from Senior Canghong!" The woman in purple made the decision and turned back to personally oversee the array.
***
The hurricane seemed capable of tearing apart the sky itself. Its force reached the summit of Shuangjing Mountain.
The sky lake rippled under its influence. Waves began to rise, yet they crashed downward instead of outward, creating an extremely strange sight.
Qin Sang stood within the battle formation, maintaining a graceful posture. His slender, pale fingers curved slightly as he held a palm-sized wooden plaque.
This was a wind plaque that connected to the power of the Xun Wind Grand Array. It ensured that after entering the enemy’s array, they could sense each other and maintain their formation, preventing them from being isolated and hunted.
The Xun Wind Grand Array was extraordinarily powerful, one of the strongest arrays refined by the Two-Domain Alliance. Not only was it extremely difficult to control, but it also consumed an astonishing amount of spirit stones.
The wind pillars grew thicker and thicker, showing signs of losing control. Suddenly, all the wooden plaques flashed with strange light and trembled violently, as if on the verge of shattering.
For a brief moment, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence. Then, all the wind pillars surged upward like spears, shooting toward the peak of Shuangjing Mountain!
The sky lake sensed the threat. Layers of water gathered in that direction, deepening in color until the blue turned almost black.
Yet the power of the Xun Wind Grand Array was no weaker than the barrier carefully arranged by Sin Abyss. Under Qingjun’s deliberate control, all the wind pillars concentrated their attack on a single area.
Before countless gazes, the wind pillars pierced into the sky lake without resistance, plunging deep into its waters. Only then did a deafening explosion erupt.
Rumble... It was as if massive hammers struck Shuangjing Mountain again and again, echoing in everyone’s hearts.
The towering mountain that had stood for countless years suddenly seemed fragile, as though it might collapse at any moment. The terrifying scene in the sky etched itself deeply into every observer’s eyes. Some were horrified, some inspired, others filled with anticipation.
Crash! The power of the Xun Wind Grand Array erupted deep within the sky lake, tearing its surface apart. Water surged backward, and the rift increased in size, showing no signs of recovering.
Through the rift, everyone could clearly see the Sin Abyss cultivators standing ready within. Their shocked expressions were plainly visible.
The two great arrays collided. After the strongest shockwave dissipated, they entered a stalemate, devouring and destroying one another.
"Kill!" With a thunderous command, the battlefield erupted.
Cries of battle filled the sky as countless figures surged forward down the slanted mountain, charging toward the sky lake.
War was cruel, yet awe-inspiring.
Qin Sang had experienced war more than once, but this was his first time leading troops at the very front of such a massive battle. In the world of immortal cultivation, where power ultimately lay within the individual, even low-level cultivators could unleash astonishing force.
1. Xun is one of the Eight Trigrams, representing wind and wood. ☜