Soon, another pure white long river split into tributaries, descending onto Song Yan.
This was the "Temporary Six Paths Talent," intended to assist cultivators in breeding "tribesn," forming a bloodline anchor point.
However, within Song Yan’s "Lifebound Secret Realm," there were already tribesn.
The Temporary Six Paths Talent had nowhere to go, transforming into a pure understanding of reincarnation that settled on Song Yan. Song Yan closed his eyes and carefully perceived...
...
Appear in a mont, disappear in an instant.
What would take others at least three thousand years to digest, for the astonishingly wise Song Yan, was accomplished in an instant.
Song Yan glanced at the panel.
[Realm: Divinity Transformation]
[Little Celestial Dao Characters: Freedom (90/100)]
At his fingertips appeared a strand of mysterious, mighty golden fla. The fla, though gold, varied gradually, seemingly all gold, yet holding the fierceness of the sun and the pristine cold of the moon.
Song Yan gazed at this fla, then at the progress of freedom, took a deep breath, feeling exceptionally comfortable with the free air.
The further understanding of the "Little Celestial Dao Characters: Freedom" filled him with a sense of mystical and mysterious power.
With a slight realization, he imdiately understood.
If at the "60" progress, he could remain unaffected by cause and effect, freely seizing bodies.
Then at "90" progress, he could beco extrely difficult to perceive. Once freed from the flesh, unless the power was far superior to his, it would be impossible to find him.
"Primordial Ancestor?"
"Primordial Ancestor?"
The voice of little Ningxin intermittently ca through.
Song Yan finally responded with a "Mm."
...
Tang Ningxin broke into a smile through tears, overjoyed beyond belief. She could never have imagined that the Primordial Ancestor was still alive.
She joyfully shouted, "The Primordial Ancestor is still here, the Primordial Ancestor is still here, everyone retreat, build a front line together, as long as we hold on until the Primordial Ancestor returns, there is still hope!"
The Formless Ancient Race tribesn, who were already at the end of their strength and struggling for survival, regained hope in their eyes.
Yu Xuanwei and others also had hope flash in their eyes.
Who wants to die if they can live?
On the land where the Black Lotus blood, the Ice Crystal Flood Dragon soared into the sky, while creatures from the Sea of Suffering continued to erge from dark caverns.
At this mont, a previously deceased mber of the Formless Ancient Race suddenly moved. Tang Ningxin was the first to look over and saw a pure, translucent Divine Soul floating up.
The Divine Soul’s eyes were vaguely raised, its crystal-clear silver hair floating like aquatic plants.
Tang Ningxin felt this Divine Soul was both familiar and strange.
She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, but at the mont she closed her eyes, she suddenly forgot what she had just seen, as if it was a certain silhouette, but she could not recall its appearance.
She hurriedly opened her eyes again, focused her sight, and this ti she saw clearly that Divine Soul, recognizing its appearance.
Extrely complex and contradictory emotions instantly tore through her mind.
’He is Song Yan!!’
’He is the Primordial Ancestor!!’
’Song Yan is the Primordial Ancestor!!’
She stared in astonishnt at that pure white Divine Soul.
And An Li, Yu Xuanwei, Wang Susu, Tang Xiaokong, Tang Yi, Princess Xi, and many others followed her gaze.
Song Yan, without a body, had arrived in his Lifebound Secret Realm through the Divine Soul anchor point.
At this ti, he stood in front of a Netherworld corpse demon, with corpse spots crisscrossing its body, obscure and profound, holding a decayed giant axe.
Yet... in the eyes of this Netherworld corpse demon, Song Yan was completely transparent.
Unaffected by cause and effect, void of a body, shielding the Divine Soul.
Song Yan raised his hand, and with a sword swing.
The Profound Dragon Sword, a divinity transformation pinnacle treasure, capable of cutting flesh, severing Divine Souls, severing Divine Thoughts.
With the sword’s passage, the Netherworld corpse demon’s head flew off.
The headless Netherworld corpse demon stood blankly. It had no wisdom, but if it did, it would surely be amazed by what had happened.
The pure white Divine Soul remained calm, holding the long sword, its figure moving like light through the Soul Threshold of the blooming Black Lotus, darting around so fast it left no afterimage.
Wherever it went, the Netherworld creatures could not resist, falling one by one like grass blades.
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