Afterwards, more than twenty people perished within.

This kind of death toll is quite normal, as the Ancient Race is very strict in selecting its subordinates.

Thus, after Dongfang Sheng's reasonable death, Song Yan returned to his "original appearance" and then came to the Ancient Clan Manor with Tang Yi and Immortal Mother Xing.

Tang Yi thought for a while, his eyes glancing at Immortal Mother Xing, and suddenly said, "Xiao Han, it was thanks to my mother this time. And after today, I need to follow the elders of the clan to break through the Purple Mansion Realm. My mother will be left alone here, with no one to take care of her. How about... you acknowledge her as your adopted mother?"

Immortal Mother Xing: ...

Song Yan: ...

Song Yan took a deep breath and was about to speak when Immortal Mother Xing interrupted again and said, "What adopted mother, Yi'er, are you trying to control your mother's affairs too much?"

Tang Yi was momentarily stunned, casting a peculiar look at his mother, hurriedly saying, "Your son wouldn't dare."

As for Song Yan, his reaction was quite normal, nothing unusual.

At this moment, a kindly voice came from the garden.

"Come in."

Tang Yi patted Song Yan's shoulder, saying, "Xiao Han, this is the third grandfather who will test you. Go on."

Song Yan nodded and strode inside.

Once his figure disappeared behind the archway, Tang Yi softly asked, "Mother, why did you refuse Tang Han acknowledging you as an adopted mother?"

Immortal Mother Xing snapped, "You should focus more on your cultivation.

Just know that as long as Tang Han shares our intentions, there's no need to bind with such empty names.

In the future, you should get closer, support each other on the path of cultivation, and get along well."

Tang Yi understood his mother.

If someone isn't truly trustworthy, she wouldn't say such things.

But why does that boy earn his mother's trust so much?

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility and then bitterly smiled, "Mother, are you really going to... Ah, Xiao Han is a clansman of our Formless Race. What is going on here?"

Immortal Mother Xing glared at him and angrily said, "Do you think your mother is a woman full of capricious whims?"

Tang Yi repeatedly shook his head, hastily apologizing.

Immortal Mother Xing thought to herself without a word: 'If there's any playing happening, it's that old monster playing me, not the other way around...'

...

While the two were quietly waiting, birds suddenly scattered skyward above the garden not far away, exotic beasts flapped their wings.

Countless glaring golden lights spread out from the forest, appearing like the morning sun rising in the courtyard, casting a golden sheen over the leaf-laden trees.

In the courtyard, a middle-aged man who had been leisurely lying in a deck chair, fanning himself, suddenly sat up, gazing in disbelief at the scene before him, his eyes locking ever more brightly onto the young man.

That young man was merely over twenty, yet the Jade Scroll he held was emanating a glaring golden light.

The strength of the golden light indicated the strength of the Innate Divine Soul.

Such a level of golden light could already rank among the top in the history of the Formless Ancient Race.

The forefront individuals have all successfully stepped into the Divine Infant Realm.

But in this generation of the Formless Ancient Race, there is only one Divine Infant!

The middle-aged man gazed dumbfounded at the youth enveloped in golden light, suddenly bursting into laughter, his laughter like the roar of thunder, following with three exclamations: "Good! Good! Good!!"

He jumped up abruptly, clapping his hand on Song Yan's shoulder, saying, "From today forth, you are part of the Formless Race, and I shall add your name to the genealogy.

Now the Clan Leader is in seclusion, many clansmen are scattered outside, and it's impossible to recognize each one individually.

But that doesn't matter, in fifty years, there will be a family gathering.

On that day, all clansmen will return regardless of how busy they are or where they are, for this is our Formless Ancient Race tradition.

A tradition of gathering once every hundred years!

Everyone respects this tradition...

Ah, look at my babbling nature.

Come, child, let's walk and talk.

My name is Tang Xiaokong, you may call me Third Grandfather."

The Formless Ancient Race elder named Tang Xiaokong had now drastically changed his original attitude, becoming extremely amiable.

Initially, he had intended to put this newly recognized junior in line, since he'd heard some younger members of the Ancient Race were insolent and arrogant outside.

Who the junior harmed or killed didn't really matter.

What mattered was, how could the junior possess such an "insolent and arrogant" Mental Realm?

This is extremely unsuitable for future cultivation!

So, upon knowing another junior had been found, Tang Xiaokong, although happy inside, planned to sternly admonish to temper the other's heart. Yet he never expected this junior to be an extremely rare prodigy.

Such Divine Soul intensity in today's Formless Ancient Race is perhaps comparable only to the Clan Leader and the genius nurtured with all the clan's resources.

No!

Even that genius might fall slightly short.

While it's said two tigers cannot coexist on one mountain, a family is not just one mountain; here, prodigies should coexist, and should never become enemies.

Tang Xiaokong delighted inwardly, contemplating how to preemptively resolve the "potential conflict between these two geniuses."

But this resolution would have to wait until fifty years later.

At this time, he familiarly hooked the boy's shoulder, smiling warmly, "Child, I'll take you to the ancestral hall to pay respects, then enter your name into the genealogy. On the way, I'll talk to you about some things."

Song Yan was respectful and courteous, neither humble nor arrogant, saying, "Please speak, Third Grandfather."

He dared not underestimate the person in front of him in the slightest.

For he couldn't discern the cultivation realm of the one before him, nor whether the person was strong or weak.

He couldn't tell if the person was Refining Profound Realm, Crimson Palace Realm, Purple Mansion Realm, or even higher?

Such a situation was something he was encountering for the first time.

Tang Xiaokong, seeing his demeanor and expression, was increasingly satisfied, saying, "My Formless Ancient Race governs a total of sixteen Mortal Countries, more than a hundred sects, too numerous to count.

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