Po Xu’s small hand gracefully lifted, offering the wine to Song Yan. Yet, she seed uneasy, for in her mory, wine was terribly unpleasant to taste. She recalled puncturing her father’s wine jar secretly as a child. Thus, she stuck out her little tongue and licked the surface of the wine.
With that lick, her eyes widened, and she resolutely handed it forward, placing it before Song Yan.
Song Yan was both moved and amused at the sight.
Witnessing this, Ning Yunmiao’s impression of little Yuzhuang improved slightly, thinking to herself: ’Though from an evil tree, her nature is not bad; she can certainly be taught.’
Song Yan did not hold back with Ning Yunmiao, he took a sip and handed back the cup, saying: "Senior sister, I’ll leave Yuzhuang in your hands."
These days, the two shared a bed, hiding no secrets, and Ning Yunmiao naturally knew what he intended.
"Are you really planning to go to the Sea of Suffering?"
Song Yan nodded, saying: "Ning Old’s words are true, Gu Mohan is more suited to be my master. Though he is no longer here, his lifelong wish was to enlighten the Sea of Suffering, and now I must naturally go too. I’ll also take the Secret Realm that contains the seeds."
Upon the conclusion, he felt his sleeve being tugged.
Little Yuzhuang looked at him wistfully, wanting to accompany him.
Soon...
The cultivating Han sisters also received the news. They looked at him longingly, refusing to stay on the Five Elents Void Ship.
Considering there were still three Outer Body Incarnations on the Five Elents Void Ship, Song Yan nodded and promptly placed this family within the Secret Realm, then stored them within the Qi Box, returning to the mortal world.
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...
On the pitch-black earth.
Song Yan retrieved the Demon Sword forged from Netherworld gold, floating with layers of Celestial Demon Evil Thought, and again extracted the Emperor’s Heart from the Nine Dragon Tower.
Inside the tower, the Emperor’s Heart was well-prepared.
In these days, he had decided: instead of dying into oblivion, becoming a Sword Soul might not be a bad choice; at least he could still see the future, see how many could fall under his sword, and for this... even accepting that little fellow whom he once overlooked and even despised as his master was tolerable.
"I am ready." Across the Nine Dragon Tower, the Emperor’s Heart glanced at the giant face outside, then deeply said, "Master."
Song Yan nodded, took out the Netherworld Fire, prepared to refine.
At this mont, a shadow in sackcloth erged from the Qi Box.
Ning Yunmiao exclaid: "Junior brother, what are you doing?"
Her eyes reflected "I can’t let you refine living souls" expression.
Song Yan solemnly declared: "Fulfilling destiny."
Ning Yunmiao, with an expression of "I still don’t understand you," coldly grunted: "Don’t try to fool ."
Song Yan sighed: "Senior sister, I wish to beco a Sword Cultivator, and first I need a sword. I’ve thought it through, no one is more suitable than the Emperor’s Heart to be the Sword Soul for this sword. If he doesn’t beco a Sword Spirit, he will perish; this is consensual, and moreover... the Emperor’s Heart is a wicked being, what wrong is there in killing him?"
Ning Yunmiao responded: "Life Soul Refining Sword, this... this is the act of an Evil Demon!"
Song Yan stood there blocked.
Sotis, eloquence is less effective than silence.
Ning Yunmiao quickly realized herself, she sighed softly, closed her eyes, saying: "Not next ti, or else... don’t touch ."
After speaking, she returned to the Qi Box.
The Emperor’s Heart silently watched this scene through the Nine Dragon Tower, then said: "Master, I am wholeheartedly convinced, transford into a sword to follow you, certainly to witness more sights."
Song Yan didn’t waste words, took out the Netherworld Water Fire, perford Artifact Refining Technique to begin reforging that Golden Human-faced Sword.
Thunderous roar, the world quaked.
Having Ling Qianyi’s five spirits ensured no shortage of fire heat.
After ninety-nine and eighty-one days of integrating the Emperor’s Heart’s Divine Soul into the Golden Human-faced Sword, Song Yan then took the Spirit Treasure Sword from the Changfeng Immortal Dynasty, spent another three years rging it into the Golden Human-faced Sword, finally transforming it into a dark-golden long sword.
On the sword’s body, the human face was concealed, the Emperor’s Heart completely rged with the sword.
Song Yan gripped the sword, feeling a strong sense of greed emanating from it, the Emperor’s Heart practiced the "Introduction", which inherently bore the intent of attracting all directions, welcoming all cors.
He admired it briefly, aligned his fingers, letting the sword fly like swift light, a rainbow cutting through the sky, chilling breath overwhelming.
"This sword shall be nad Greedy Wolf."
Song Yan’s mind stirred, slightly transforming the illusion, diving into this Sea of Suffering.
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...
Song Yan still rembers his first sight of the Sea of Suffering, the sky grey, the earth dark, at its center a blade-like fissure dividing dawn and dusk, and within it, one must constantly fend off the encroachnt of persistent thoughts, a single oversight could lead to being lost within.
Now upon seeing the Sea of Suffering again, the sea breeze brushed against him with an unspeakable comfort, a sense of returning to familiar soil.
However, even if he exhausted the entire Sea of Suffering, he would gain nothing.
A re fourth level Cultivation Profound Land’s Sea of Suffering is now too weak for him.
In the next mont, Song Yan raised his hand in a gesture, retrieving the seeds planted earlier from the Secret Realm.
Ning Daozhen once said, "Sow this seed, and you can fulfill your wish, inheriting Brother Mohan’s desire, enlightening the Sea of Suffering’s obsession, enlightening Celestial Demon Evil Thought."
Previously, he had planted this seed in the Secret Realm with little use.
Now, he planted it by the edge of the Sea of Suffering.
The seed’s na, he had already learned through the Heaven-Reaching Wisdom.
[Other Shore Tree Species]
This is the na of this seed.
To know its na without knowing from whence it ca, nor its function.
The seed fell by the shore of the Sea of Suffering.
Song Yan began to wait silently.
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