"And two thousand years ago, when the Yin Yang Xuan Dragon Jade Stele appeared at the ancestral vein, what was recorded on that jade stele was the third inheritance of my Formless Ancient Race — the No-Self True Technique."

One for over five thousand years, another for two thousand years, indeed, a change every three thousand years.

Princess Xi suddenly pointed at Yu Xuanwei, who was sitting on his lap, and said, "Her Lingbo Ancient Race was an overwhelmingly powerful ancient race eight thousand years ago, only surpassed by today's Formless Ancient Race in this land.

But... two thousand years ago, they encountered a sudden change, barely surviving for a millennium, and still were unable to escape their fate, leading to their downfall.

The Night King Ancient Race, however, rose precisely two thousand years ago, as a new emerging ancient race, so... they have a bit of reverence for the Formless Ancient Race, as their foundation is not as deep."

Song Yan said, "And what about Aunt Xi?"

Princess Xi replied, "My Dragon Elephant Ancient Race perished around the same time, but although I was born over a thousand years after the extinction of my race... I am the only one who still retains the innate secret technique inheritance of my race. I want to understand why this all happened."

After speaking, she said lightly, "These matters, I didn't plan to tell the master so early. But I didn't expect, not only does the master have extraordinary talent, but his whole body is also full of wit. If I don't say it, it will instead arouse the master's suspicion, causing the master to continue living indulgently and consuming energy internally."

The two of them stared at each other for a moment.

Suddenly, Song Yan pointed at her and smiled, "You are mistaken."

Then, he pushed Yu Xuanwei onto the horizontal seat in the flying palanquin, pressing his body down hard, but only touching slightly without moving further. He then quickly lifted himself and helped Yu Xuanwei up, straightening her wrinkled dress, apologized with a "sorry," and then looked at Aunt Xi, sighed deeply, and said, "You are not wrong."

The two again gazed into each other's eyes.

Princess Xi laughed, "I knew I didn't misjudge you."

Song Yan shook his head with a wry smile, took out two wine cups, and filling one, he politely asked, "Does Miss Yu prefer to drink wine or tea?"

Princess Xi waved her hand, covering the flying palanquin with curtains.

Inside the flying palanquin, Yu Xuanwei had already come to her senses. At this moment, she was scrutinizing this young man who had just disgusted her incredibly, though she had also heard of the legends of the Formless Ancient Race, knowing that the appearance of those in the race was often not their true form.

But demeanor, posture, and bearing cannot be faked.

The previously profligate, lustful-looking youth now had sleeves fluttering with the wind, a calm demeanor, an elegant and composed temperament, exuding an innate majesty, as if unperturbed by the falling sky or an earth that might open and swallow him.

"Master..." Yu Xuanwei couldn't help but say.

Song Yan said, "Drink tea."

After speaking, he poured tea for Yu Xuanwei and handed it to her.

Yu Xuanwei accepted the tea.

The fragrance was rich, of extremely high quality, far beyond what the present Nanwu Sword Sect could afford.

She sipped gently and carefully asked, "Master, do you know me?"

Before, she thought it was a story about a hedonist taking a fancy to her and trying to forcibly seize her, but now... it was obviously not.

Song Yan looked at this once-familiar person, slowly shook his head, then said, "It's just a chance for Aunt Xi and me to get to know each other anew."

Outside the palanquin, Princess Xi rolled her tiny eyes, secretly thinking: 'Nonsense!'

Yu Xuanwei, however, took it seriously. She lightly nodded, responding with an "oh," then said, "Then... Master, I..."

Since it was just a chance, not targeting her, she could no longer think of any reason to stay here.

Winding and winding, she still couldn't avoid being swallowed by the Night King Ancient Race, becoming the fate of the Ye Fu Furnace.

Truly laughable.

Her face showed sadness.

Song Yan said, "You? You've already called me master, so naturally, you will follow me. Not just you, but the entire Nanwu Sword Sect will follow me as well. This place is close to the Ice Mirror Wilderness, a bitter cold land, let's find a better place."

Yu Xuanwei could hardly believe her ears, looking at the young man in surprise.

Outside the palanquin, Princess Xi didn't care.

She did not need to be concerned about the past of this genius.

Because she cares about the future of this genius.

...

...

More than a month later.

Though it was supposed to be the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the sky started to sprinkle snow.

The luxurious flying palanquin slowed its speed, surrounded by many swords.

However, it was not because of the snow, but because there was something unusual in the distance.

A thin mist of blood was mingling with the snow that fell slowly from the sky. Inside, one could faintly see blood corpses standing still, paper figures flying, and cultivators sitting high atop giant shadow puppets.

Yet, whether it was the blood corpses, paper figures, or shadow puppets, all emitted a peculiar warm aura.

This aura, carried by the wind and snow, expanded outward, alternately hot as the height of summer and chilling as a biting winter, making people around feel uncomfortable.

Looking closely, one could see that this warm aura all originated from within the blood corpses, paper figures, and shadow puppets — a "fire," a blazing "fire."

"Master, it's the Demon Sect recruiting," Yu Xuanwei said softly, after making a slight identification, and continued, "This should be the Fire Worship Demon Sect of the Snow Country here."

Song Yan extracted information from his mind.

The Fire Worship Demon Sect is the guardian sect of the Snow Country, one of the fifteen nations under the Formless Ancient Race.

This Snow Country is actually ranked slightly lower among the Formless Fifteen Nations, due to its location west of the Ice Realm Wilderness, thus also considered bitter cold.

But the attitude of the people of Snow Country towards the Fire Worship Demon Sect differs entirely from that of the previous Three Kingdoms.

In the Three Kingdoms, everyone feared the Demon Sect, and even the recruitment of servant disciples by the Demon Sect was done forcibly.

But here, the people have an immense reverence for the Demon Sect.

The Demon Sect recruits people, and the people scramble to join.

This land is infused with a peculiar power.

Song Yan lifted the curtain and looked into the distance, seeing a vast ocean-like mountain range, with peaks soaring into the clouds and touching the sky, appearing as stone pillars hanging down from heaven amidst the thin snow mist at this time.

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