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...

"I lost... I just want to be alone for a while..."

Song Yan bid farewell to the little maid in the Cave Mansion.

Zuo Yuzhu comforted him, "Immortal Elder, victory and defeat are common..."

Before she could finish, she was rudely pushed aside.

Song Yan yelled with a contorted face, "Common thing? What common thing?!"

He rushed out of the Cave Mansion, shouting, "You don't understand, you understand nothing!"

His voice spread, audible to the cultivators in the surrounding Cave Mansions.

After that, Song Yan left in anger, controlling his sword as he flew away.

And after leaving Mo Sword Sect, he quickly began searching for the wandering ghosts using the aura he had previously planted.

...

Several days later...

An elder from a sect was controlling a sword, flying through the air.

A gray light shot up from the ground.

The elder, as if struck by lightning, fell to the ground, dead!

...

An elder from a sect was meditating with eyes closed in a Profound Land.

Gray light appeared!

The elder, dead!

...

An elder from a sect was practicing alchemy.

Gray light emerged!

Dead!

...

Two elders were on a cliff, seemingly plotting something.

Gray light appeared!

Dead!

The other person suddenly turned his head, simultaneously unfolding a defensive profound treasure.

Gray light appeared again!

Completely ignoring the profound treasure's defense.

Dead!

...

Death, death, death, death, death!

Death, death, death, death, death!

...

Song Yan moved along, killing along the way.

He killed these Crimson Palace elders as easily as squashing ants.

Those Crimson Palace elders didn't even see the person or feel the enemy's attack before their lives ended.

His current state was very strange.

Clearly, his body was extremely weak, only at the Seventh Layer of Refining Profound. Any Crimson Palace cultivator could easily crush him, but his Divine Soul was astonishingly strong.

Above the Purple Mansion was untested...

But below the Purple Mansion, he was completely invincible. Hardly anyone could withstand even a single strike from him.

No matter the kind of Crimson Palace Blood, it was impossible to block the gray light shooting from his brow.

This was a complete Dimensional Reduction Strike.

...

More than a month later...

Fifteen Wandering Ghosts from five sects were all completely wiped out by him.

Now, he had returned to Mo Sword Sect but did not head toward the Cave Mansion. Instead, he went to a wilderness area.

In the thin mist of that wilderness, Profound Qi was swirling, where Dongfang Sheng was cultivating.

Dongfang Sheng's face was calm, but inwardly he was overjoyed.

Because he was chosen!

He had become the winner of the "Hidden Dragon Association" and would follow the Ancient Race back to the Northern Land.

He dismissed the Furnace, packed his belongings, and was waiting for the Ancient Race to set off.

Now, in this place where he used to practice swordsmanship, he revisited the past, as it seemed... he wouldn't be returning this way again.

Dongfang Sheng thought of all these years of cultivation, and couldn't help but sigh to himself. He then thought of Song Han, whom he defeated in the competition of the Hidden Dragon Association, and couldn't help but feel a secret pride.

His mind was finally at ease.

As for Song Han, he had inquired and found that it seemed Song Han couldn't bear the humiliation and left the Cave Mansion in anger, not knowing where he went.

Now, this place bordered on the front line with the Mountain and Sea Demon Race, and it was indeed normal for him to die outside in such a state.

Dongfang Sheng shook his head, recalling his past opponent with the pity of a victor, then smiled faintly, stood up, and said, "It's all in the past."

He felt his mental realm was rapidly elevating.

He had stepped over his past opponents to reach higher grounds.

"Thank you."

He softly said to the sky, then raised his hand, casting a spell, letting his flying sword hover.

Just as he was about to transform into a rainbow and return to the Cave Mansion, a sudden sharp pain struck from his brow.

In a flash, in an instant, his consciousness was gone.

If he still had consciousness, he would definitely hear the footsteps approaching from not far away.

Someone was walking in the mist.

That person came before him, bent down to pick up his storage bag, quickly dealt with his body, and then... left.

...

...

Half a month later...

The Ancient Race dispatched a Void Ship.

The Void Ship stopped at each point to pick up people.

Dongfang Sheng also boarded a void ship and then went to a cabin to rest.

Three flying palanquins of the Formless Ancient Race were proceeding ahead, with the Void Ship following behind.

In such a front-and-back manner, they soon reached the Ancient Teleportation Array.

The once desolate and uninhabited lush forest had long been developed, the surroundings resembling steep and mighty passes, with a Purple Mansion cultivator stationed there.

At the Ancient Teleportation Array, Immortal Mother Xing looked on with a strange expression, her beautiful face showing both anticipation and anxiety, while beside her was her son's voice.

"Mother, I will go with the elders of the clan to cultivate. This trip might take decades. If you fancy any little cultivator, feel free to bring him over."

Immortal Mother Xing softly replied, "Yi'Er, focus on your cultivation, no need to worry about your mother."

Tang Yi nodded, standing proudly, waiting to see the distant void ship emerge from the clouds, then faintly stated, "Here it comes."

And at that moment, Immortal Mother Xing felt a strong connection from a blood slave emerging again. Her gaze swept across, watching the void ship approach and descend, watching the cultivators disembark from the void ship, until she saw an entirely unfamiliar face on a cultivator exuding the aura of her master, and she was utterly stunned.

She looked again, unable to discern any falseness in the master's face, as if... it was indeed the master's own face.

Despite being an Immortal Mother, well-informed and knowledgeable about various matters of the Formless Ancient Race.

So, in that moment, a word suddenly burst in her mind.

With an expression of surprise and incredulity spreading slowly across her beautiful eyes.

'That is... the Faceless Mask?!'

'Only the Faceless Mask can change appearances so effortlessly, with everything according to one's wishes. But... how is this possible?'

Immortal Mother Xing's heart raced wildly.

She felt as if the world had gone mad.

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