Song Yan stepped onto the island.
Netherworld creatures sward at him.
With a few swings of his sword, Song Yan sliced through the Netherworld creatures on the island as if cutting through tofu, then exhaled a breath.
The breath, like a spring breeze, passed over the Netherworld, and the Non-Causal aura pushed away all the Netherworld’s Qi from the area.
He reached the center of the island, then cast the Little Celestial Dao Character "Freedom." In a mont, a bond gradually ford between him and the "Formless Immortal Position."
As it ford, he gradually gained understanding of the current state of the Formless Ancient Race’s ancestral veins.
He couldn’t help but frown slightly.
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While Song Yan was floating and sinking in the Sea of Suffering, a century had passed in the human realm.
This hundred years could be described as the most intense and brutal century.
Celestial Demons ravaged, and Celestial beings opposed them.
Tang Yanzhang, who trained in the "Nine Heavens Mad Sword Technique" and vowed to follow in the footsteps of the past "Sword Madness," swore to beco the new Primordial Ancestor of the Formless Ancient Race, was shattered in the Low Level Cultivation Profound Realm, defeated by the Poison Dragon and then died in battle.
The intensifying situation made this heaven and earth seem like a dying sick body, plagued with all kinds of ailnts.
The Divine beings’ Secret Realms, without the ancestors’ Immortal Secret Realms, were all mobilized to block those Soul Threshold entrances to buy this world monts of respite.
The Formless Ancient Race, losing the old ancestor, naturally beca a "discarded chess piece," used to plug the Soul Threshold.
Perhaps the Master of Heaven and Earth detested Tang Changsheng, who betrayed heaven and collaborated with the Celestial Demons, forcefully sent back all connections related to the Formless Ancient Race to the Secret Realm, then... thrown to a terrifying Soul Threshold — Black Lotus Soul Threshold.
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Boom!
Boom!
Boom boom boom!!
Heavenly Disaster Water Beasts at Divine Infant Level, Ice Crystal Flood Dragons were shattered like earthworms, as for the countless other Heavenly Disaster Water Beasts accompanying the dragons, they were in tatters, as if nibbled haphazardly by so picky monster.
Numbers ant nothing under such power.
Crash!
Under crimson clouds, the Vast Sea raised tsunamis again, accompanied by rumbling thunder and rapidly dropping temperatures, clusters of water clouds rolled from afar.
Beyond the clouds, flood dragons extended their claws, within, they were dragons with ice-crystal scales.
These dragons charged through the water curtain one after another, plunged into the deep dark sea, then reached the seabed, passed over the slain Ice Crystal Flood Dragons, Heavenly Disaster Beasts, and stirred up layers of space ripples, vanishing into so Secret Realm.
Inside the Secret Realm, the Azure-Clad Divine Maiden no longer retained her initial seductive coolness, now sat disheveled on a high cliff, flicking her hand to send sound waves towards the distant pitch-black portal.
Her clanspeople fought independently.
Heavenly Disaster Ice Crystal Flood Dragons swept over them, ignoring these people, rushing towards the sa portal.
The portal was bottomless, like a tear in a piece of paper.
Upon that hole blood a strange black lotus, dazzling in its bloom.
The lotus had twelve petals, each if viewed closely, was afla.
The flas burnt through this realm’s fragile space barriers, allowing the Netherworld creatures to invade without hindrance.
The Divine Infant Level Netherworld Corpse Demons beca minions.
Netherworld Corpse Monsters were crawling out.
Tang Ningxin’s eyes were wide with despair.
By Tang Ningxin’s side, the petite An Li, the charming Yu Xuanwei, and Wang Susu had also returned.
The three won were forcibly dragged in, they didn’t understand why, but were desperately fighting with their powers.
Suddenly, a scream ca from below.
Tang Ningxin looked and saw another clansman had his neck twisted by a Netherworld Corpse Demon, casually tossed aside.
"It’s all your fault!" Tang Ningxin suddenly couldn’t suppress it anymore, looked at Yu Xuanwei and the others, and scread hysterically, "If it weren’t for you, Song Yan wouldn’t have returned, the Primordial Ancestor wouldn’t have died, and we wouldn’t be in such a predicant!"
After saying this, she clenched her lips, tears rolling down in streams.
She finally couldn’t hold back, starting to sob, repeating "Why is it like this, why"...
But the only response was more screams.
Even as more Divine Infant Heavenly Disaster Beasts joined the battle, more and more clansn continued to die.
In these hundred years, she had already mustered the greatest courage, used the maximum power to rebuild the Ancient Race, but now... all was futile, all had reached an end.
Tang Ningxin wiped away tears fiercely, rose and flew, red-eyed, facing the countless Netherworld creatures. Suddenly, having a sense of sothing, she retreated to the cliff, hesitantly perceived the mysterious bond, then muttered madly with both worry and hope, "Ancestral? Is it you, Ancestor?"
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Song Yan had successfully acquired the Formless Ancestor’s body and sensed Tang Ningxin’s connection, thinking to himself, "Sure enough, Little Ningxin and the Formless Ancestor have always been connected."
However, he didn’t respond because he still had more important tasks to complete.
A mont later...
Song Yan returned to his Immortal Position Island.
This ti, the gloom was gone, dispersing in an instant, replaced by the sun and moon illuminating the sky.
Sun and moon that never t now hung simultaneously, chasing each other, seamlessly one.
The sunlight was fierce, the moonlight gentle, the light falling upon Song Yan at this mont.
This was not the true Taiyin and Taiyang, but rely a projection.
The function of this projection’s fire seed was to further refine the "Lifebound Realm Embryo," transforming it into the "Lifebound Secret Realm."
However, Song Yan already possessed the "Lifebound Secret Realm."
The Taiyin and Taiyang fire seed had nowhere to go, Song Yan sensed this, his five fingers cupping as he began to slowly gather this projection’s fire seed.
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