However, in the next instant, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind: ’If I can’t use self-transformation, what about transforming others?’
With that in mind, he imdiately took action, reaching out to grab the old man.
As soon as his fingers touched the old man, the tar-like evil thoughts madly climbed towards Song Yan’s Soul Thought.
Song Yan fiercely waved his hand!
Swish!
The old man, like a humanoid liquid that gradually crumpled, was pulled out by him and slowly clung to the outside of his Divine Soul. At the sa ti, the old man began to disappear, while he himself slowly transford into a Sword Cultivator corroded by evil thoughts, with a rusted sword inserted in him.
The previously inverted gate and courtyard gradually returned to their correct positions, which ant... that he was using the power of "transforming others" to join the new family of the "Heart Demon Sword Prison".
But just as he pulled halfway, a more imnse power ca from the other side.
Bang!
The old man shrank back and returned to the door.
Song Yan also withdrew his hand like he was electrocuted, his head and feet inverting again.
He suddenly retreated and ford a conclusion in his mind.
Even in this place, "transforming others" can be used, but the direct Cause and Effect linked to this old man is too heavy, and he can’t move it.
He took another glance at the Sword Cultivators walking like zombies in the courtyard, pondered briefly, and then retreated.
In the next instant, the eerie scenes of the Heart Demon Sword Prison were replaced by the peaceful and harmonious scenery of the carriage compartnt, and Song Yan thought to himself: ’No rush, I’ll just wander in the world of the little fellows first and see what happens.’
This Level 2 Cultivation Profound Land, though in the sa world as the previous Level 1 Cultivation Profound Land, is vastly different, and here... I can also see more secrets.’
In addition to "settling the Cause and Effect of the Formless Ancient Race, and perfecting my own Realm," Song Yan added another task: "exploring the Sea of Suffering."
The Sea of Suffering will be crossed sooner or later, and it might even be necessary to escape through it. Now that this Level 2 Cultivation Profound Land has a thod to "visualize the Sea of Suffering and enter a special section of it," he naturally wants to understand it more.
A single tree cannot make a forest. Back when the Nanwu Sword Sect escaped from the Lingbo Ancient Race, they could visualize the Sea of Suffering. Now, the Boundless Ancient Race can visualize the "Heart Demon Sword Prison," of which... there is surely a reason.
...
...
About a month later...
The carriage left the Biluo Immortal Mountain, and the floating clouds that were once nearby turned into high above, while the wheels rolled into the fragrance of the prairie, the air full of the scent of flowers and grass.
Song Yan comfortably used his hands as a pillow, leaning against the carriage wall, his long legs stretched out, without a hint of an Immortal’s deanor.
Feeling sothing, he slightly tilted his head and lifted the curtain, seeing so black dots appearing in the distant vast green, the sound of cattle and sheep carried by the wind.
This kind of environnt made him feel extrely at ease.
And next to him was a Female Cultivator like Ling Xiaoxiao, which made him feel even more at ease.
Kind people and beautiful things always make him feel relaxed and happy.
The wind blew stronger and weaker, making the curtains flap loudly.
Ling Xiaoxiao’s snow-white skirt also danced in the wind, like a white cloud.
Her timid and cowardly appearance in the Sword Alliance was now slowly lting away, with a bit of the majesty of an ancestral Immortal appearing on her face.
Song Yan, looking at her majesty through the opened curtain, couldn’t help but laugh out loud again.
Ling Xiaoxiao was long accustod to her senior brother’s sudden laughter, and she said, "Senior Brother, we’re almost at my ho. The Sword Alliance should have already sent the information. Now my father is certainly happily waiting to welco you as an Honored Immortal."
Just as she was speaking, a tinkling sound wafted from afar.
The sound, like water dripping into a boiling oil pot, quickly strung together into a continuous piece.
Tinkle~
Tinkle~~
Ling Xiaoxiao’s cute round face broke into a smile.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, they’re here!"
With that, she took a deep breath, coughed slightly, and then put on a solemn face, assuming the guise of an ancestor.
At the Biluo Mountain Sword Alliance, she was a little girl, but in the Mortal World... she had to work hard to adapt to her new identity.
Song Yan, looking at Ling Xiaoxiao’s deanor, secretly found it amusing: Ling Xiaoxiao’s lifespan was actually fifty or sixty years, which in the Mortal World, would make her an appropriate family head, responsible for taking care of the younger generation. But in the Cultivation Realm, she was still just a child and considered to be in need of care no matter where she went, leading to her mindset often remaining at a youthful level.
His Divine Sense swept afar and saw rough n riding cals, coming like the wind and moon to this place, their faces full of excitent and apprehension.
Most of the n carried curved knives, with only the leading middle-aged man carrying a long sword on his back.
The sword is a weapon of the Immortal family, so only the leader could carry it.
As for the tinkle sound, it ca from the cal’s bell.
Since Song Yan ca to this tribe as an Honored Immortal, he naturally had so understanding of this place: the tribe to which Ling Xiaoxiao belonged was quite ancient, having endured for a millennium, despite being nomadic. Additionally, with migration and the inherent dangers of this continent, the population was altogether only around tens of thousands, and they called themselves the "Bell Cal" tribe.
But in more ancient tis, this tribe wasn’t called "Bell Cal," but rather had a rather strange na, known as the "Eye-gouging Sword Cal Tribe".
Their tribe’s totem was even more peculiar: a one-eyed cal with a sword box on its back, and in that one eye was embedded a broken sword hilt.
Ling Xiaoxiao explained that the ancestor’s aning might have been... a scary and eerie na and totem could make the tribe seem less easy to bully.
As he was thinking, the cal team had already arrived before the caravan.
The cal’s hair was clean and sleek with no filthy sll around, evidently washed diligently to welco them.
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