Luoxia Bamboo Island, Yu Xuanwei watched as Song Yan soared into the sky and left.

With her left hand, she took out the array plate and gave it a slight adjustment. The exit, which once opened like a city gate, immediately sealed again, tightly shut.

The events of today offered her a wealth of information that required time for her to digest.

The immediate thought was: Since both Gu Huangzi and Song Yan needed to flee, it signaled dire circumstances. With the location of the ancient teleportation array now known, she naturally needed to follow the map to repair that array.

However, repairing an ancient array is no simple task. The materials required might have to be gathered from various places and acquired by any means necessary.

She must act quickly to avoid delay.

Yet, this Luoxia Bamboo Island still required someone who could at least maintain the array's operation, disguised as her. The first reason was to continue borrowing the prestige of the "Water Uncle Sword Emperor"; the second was to conceal her departure from others.

Alas, in the lineage of the Sect Leader, she was the only one, leaving her no choice but to find another to pass on the array techniques.

"The array is not transmitted to others" was the strict rule her father set when teaching her the array techniques. However, under such special circumstances, special measures had to be taken.

'I'm sorry, Father.'

Yu Xuanwei turned around and softly apologized towards the distant hall at the end of the island, 'Your daughter has no choice but to find someone else to teach the array techniques, and then go seek the origin of my Nanwu Sword Sect.'

Having silently conveyed her thoughts, she slightly raised her head and murmured: 'Forgive me, Ancestor...'

'You set the rule for the Yu family lineage, forbidding the repair or search for that ancient array.

Yet, for generations, the Yu family has extensively studied Array Dao, all for this very day.

Now that there is no retreat, after a thousand years, the younger generation must take the plunge.'

'To open the door leading to the ancestral land of our Sword Sect!'

'Even if danger lies ahead, if one can glimpse a higher Sword Dao because of it, then... it is all worth it!'

Though Yu Xuanwei devoted herself to Array Dao, she was still a sword cultivator, having grown up steeped in the atmosphere of the Nanwu Sword Sect.

Her heart was at ease, unburdened by guilt, pursuing a higher Sword Dao was nearly ingrained in every bone of a sword cultivator.

...

...

'An egg that takes hundreds of years to hatch.'

'Even if born a thousand years ago, its blood remains active, never having decayed or lost its effect.'

Song Yan's Adam's apple bobbed as he took a deep breath.

He was a man acutely sensitive to information.

Just this one bottle of "Nightmare Beast Blood" informed him that the ancient teleportation array's destination was far from a pure land; it was a "world where time is stretched."

Simply put, it's highly possible that "the changes between a thousand years ago and now are not significant," if an egg takes centuries to hatch, then who knows how long this Nightmare Beast can live?

Human cultivators entering the Crimson Palace typically have a lifespan of just two hundred years, yet this Nightmare Beast seemingly possessed a lifespan surpassing that of the cultivators of the Crimson Palace.

This was merely a demon brought here by the Sect Leader of the Southern Wu Sword Sect.

And what of the others?

What about the others?

The worst possible outcome is that the teleportation array's destination is already "an advanced battlefield of demons and human race," with the first Sect Leader of the Southern Wu Sword Sect fleeing from there in haste, and then destroying the teleportation array to prevent demons from pursuing.

Of course, there may also be a favorable outcome, such as... the flight was merely a personal decision by the first Sect Leader of the Southern Wu Sword Sect, who stole a cultivation technique from the sect or something along those lines, and then got targeted by demons during his flight.

Possibilities like these, which Song Yan could easily think of dozens, were meaningless, yet they doused him with a cold bucket of water. It made him feel that "unless absolutely necessary, he did not want to risk his life by jumping into that ancient teleportation array and being sent to an unknown world."

As he pondered, suddenly two figures flew from afar.

Song Yan directly spread out his divine sense to scan them.

Those two figures—one tall and one short.

The tall one was a blood corpse with gleaming white fur all over, and looking at the face, Song Yan found it vaguely familiar, perhaps the grandfather of Gu Rufeng, the acting Peak Master of Shadow Puppet Peak—Gu Tianyang.

The short one was an old hag resembling a dwarf.

Clearly, this was a demon cultivator from Blood Corpse Peak. Judging by the manner in which she manipulated the white-furred blood corpse, her position at Blood Corpse Peak was surely significant.

The dwarf old hag stopped from afar, cautiously extending her divine sense as well.

"Song Yan!"

The dwarf old hag was overjoyed, her heavily freckled old face spread into a smile full of wrinkles. With a flip of her palm, she quickly grasped a dirt-yellow banner from the void. She grinned sinisterly, seemingly believing that Song Yan was already a fish in the barrel, a prisoner at her disposal.

However, puzzled by the sight of Song Yan, who not only did not flee at the sight of her but also displayed a look of delight himself.

Then, the old hag saw Song Yan retrieve an exceedingly familiar bracelet from the void.

That...

Was the Cold Ice Hell Bracelet!

The dwarf old hag almost doubted her own eyes, but how could she be mistaken? She immediately fell silent and glanced at her own left wrist, where the Cold Prison Floating Life Bracelet encircled, her limbs stiffening slightly. It was thanks to this Cold Prison Floating Life Bracelet that her divine soul could be nourished, allowing some extension of her life, and enabling her to act as a confidant of the Sect Leader in their most secret escape plan.

Yet, the Cold Prison Floating Life Bracelet is merely a slave bracelet, while the Cold Ice Hell Bracelet is the master bracelet.

How was that master bracelet in Song Yan's possession?

Song Yan gave it another wave.

The dwarf old hag: ...

Song Yan put away the "Cold Ice Hell Bracelet" and beckoned from afar.

The dwarf old hag was dumbfounded but still swiftly put away the banner.

Whether it was truly the Cold Ice Hell Bracelet, she could still discern.

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