Song Yan watched his departing figure and glanced at the "Thought Escape" Jade Scroll in his hand, feeling a mix of laughter and helplessness.
...
After Tang Yi left, he quickly received a directive stating that Ancestor Ningxin needed to hold an ergency eting.
Usually, such ergency etings were only attended by the clan elders, but today... he too had beco one of the attendees.
And once he stepped out of the eting hall, his identity officially changed from steward to elder.
A Faceless Mask, along with years of deep-rooted accumulation, had completely transford his status in the clan.
...
...
As a low-ranking clansman, Song Yan had lost the forr glory of being part of a vassal state under the Formless Ancient Race, living a life not unlike that of cattle and horses. He patrolled laboriously, his routine simple, and the most notable person he could converse with was Elder Tang Yi, who was in charge of outer sect affairs.
The once playful and enthusiastic Tang Ningxin had now beco Ancestor Ningxin, soone he could only look up to.
On ordinary days... he could only gaze up at the high mountains from his small dwelling, opening the window to feel the mountain breeze that drifted down from above, imagining how extraordinary and unreachable the Celestial Maiden in her blue robes by the Celestial Pool on the mountain summit was.
Ti passed in a flash, over a month had gone by...
Song Yan acutely sensed an atmosphere of "ominousness."
Sword Cultivators and Bandit Cultivators were closing in.
If things continued this way, the ancestral grounds of the Formless Ancient Race would soon be discovered, and then... the Formless Ancient Race would have nowhere to escape.
However, he was not worried, as Tang Ningxin was still in the ancestral grounds. Perhaps... this was yet another sche born from the Formless Ancestor’s intent for a sacrificial plan?
This thought was abruptly cut short by this evening.
That evening, just as he returned, familiar clansn inford him, saying, "The Ancestor has decided to disregard the ancestral grounds and relocate the entire clan."
The Formless Ancient Race moved swiftly.
Song Yan had no ti to lant this ancestral land before he was heading northwest with the others.
Prior to departure, the clan issued a "Prominent Jade," which could prevent losing one’s way back to the main group and was only usable by mbers of the Formless Race.
...
The next day.
The scenery of the mountains and forests slipped by rapidly.
The migrating Formless clansn were all silent.
Leaving their holand of several thousand years to find a new place to settle was truly a misery hard to express.
"Where are we going?" Song Yan asked his kin beside him casually.
That clansman shook his head and said, "Just follow the Ancestor."
...
Several days later.
The Formless clansn settled near a mountainside.
At nightfall, a sudden voice erupted in the darkness.
It was Tang Yi’s voice.
"Run! Run quickly! The Sword Cultivators have surrounded us!"
"Run first, and later... we’ll regroup elsewhere!!"
As his words fell, it wasn’t long before rainbow light broke through the distant sky, its brilliance illuminating the night with brightness. This was clearly the vanguard of the Sword and Bandit Cultivators, but since they dared to show themselves, there must be one or more at the Late Stage of Divine Infant!
Because these Sword and Bandit Cultivators were unaware of an elent like Song Yan, they were also uncertain whether the Formless Ancestor was present in the clan.
They ca because a Late Stage Divine Infant from Tingsong Cliff Secret Realm used a Secret Technique to send out a ssage, telling them "the killer is indeed the Formless Ancestor, who is a Celestial Demon."
So, they ca.
Originally, they were closing in step by step, but upon seeing the Formless Ancient Race evacuate, they quickly pursued.
Now, only the vanguard had arrived, with the main force still behind.
These vanguards were cautious, and even as they saw the rapidly fleeing disciples of the Formless Ancient Race, they only directed their Cultivators to flank from both sides, pursuing and attacking.
At this mont, a lody like pearls and jade suddenly filled the air, and on the cliff, the Celestial Maiden in blue sat cross-legged, with a zither at her knees. Her jade-white fingers slowly stroked the blade-like strings.
Seemingly sensing the Sword Cultivators attacking her clansn, the Celestial Maiden’s expression turned cold, and her zither playing beca urgently rapid, with waves of sound spreading to the surrounding area.
In the next instant, the Sword and Bandit Cultivators pursuing the Formless Ancient Race clansn clutched their ears and fell from the sky.
Tang Ningxin swept her fingers once more, and the mighty sound transford into a wall of sound that blocked the pursuers’ path. Then, she lifted her head, her eyes shooting a playful yet sarcastic look.
The leading Sword Cultivator was certainly extraordinary, with a lean face, frosted temples, clear eyes, hair bound with a bamboo pin, clad in a blue robe and cloth shoes, a Wooden Sword with vines hanging from his waist, and a Wood Profound following his steps.
He focused on Tang Ningxin atop the cliff, slightly bowed, and introduced himself with poise, "Sword Alliance, Cyan Bamboo Mountain Bladeless Sect Leader, He Yueren, at your service, Elder Ningxin."
Tang Ningxin glanced at the newcor, confirming that this first batch was comprised solely of Sword Cultivators. She secretly sighed in relief and said, "Sect Leader He, pursuing my clan at night, is this the way of your Bladeless Sect to question the Sword Dao?"
He Yueren replied, "Elder Ningxin jests. The matter today, you and I both know, so why speak in riddles?"
As they spoke, more Sword Cultivators approached.
Tang Ningxin sensed the heavy killing intent on this new batch of Sword Cultivators, her pupils involuntarily contracting.
She knew well that the Sword Alliance’s Sword Cultivators fell into four categories: Mortal World, Noble Spirit, Slaughter, and Heartless...
This batch clearly cultivated the "Slaughter Sword Dao."
Indeed, upon seeing the scattered disciples of the Formless Ancient Race, the Sword Cultivators smirked with bloodthirsty expressions, ready to pursue and kill.
Yet at this mont, the green-robed Sword Cultivator He Yueren calmly said, "Hold."
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