For a moment, he settled his mind temporarily, thinking of fully absorbing all the power he could digest, reaching a level of "breaking the unbreakable".

The tree desires calm, but the wind never ceases.

Moreover, his Divine Soul had fused with four-ninths of the Soul Evil Pearls, while the Demon Monk held five-ninths.

He and the Demon Monk must have a confrontation.

Either you devour me, or I devour you, only then can there be completeness.

Now, the Demon Monk is searching for him.

And by that time, wouldn't he also have to seek out the Demon Monk?

...

...

Silent night, pale snow.

Yet the fire was red, a tragic red.

The tragic red fire was a sacrificial fire, this Song Yan already knew.

But he did not know that this sacrificial fire was not only burning in the Snow Country, but also silently burning right now in a distant Earth Realm far, far away from the Snow Country.

That place was not far from the Ancient Jin Land, just need to cross the Desolate Wilderness, turn west, and it would take only one year by horse to reach it.

This place, known as Great Yong, was once under the rule of the Fox-Wolf Alliance, now a Vassal State under the Insect Race Alliance.

In the mountains...

Bang!

A shirtless strong man threw the corpses of dead cultivators into the tragic red flames, then turned and bowed to an old man as thin as a withered bamboo, respectfully, "Master, they've all been thrown in."

The old man was exceedingly good to him, saved him many times, helped him, acting both as a master and a father.

The old man nodded, suddenly moved his palm slightly, a giant hand imbued with powerful thoughts grabbed the strong man, then coldly pressed him into the tragic red flames under the latter's disbelief and desperate questioning, only saying when he saw his vitality fading, "The Dao is ruthless, raising you was for this moment, or else you would have died long ago, in a way... you also profited."

The tragic red flames gradually devoured the shirtless strong man, the old man sat cross-legged, immediately moved his thoughts, weaving a massive, ghostly cold Ghost Infant Statue in the void, he sat within the Ghost Infant Statue, taking a deep breath, strands of tragic red threads surged from all directions, coating the Ghost Infant Statue, causing its icy body to emanate a red flesh tone, exciting his body.

But as he grew more excited, he sighed, for the number of sacrifices was not enough to complete the final step. Because this kind of sacrifice cannot be piled up with just ordinary lives, it requires strong ones.

But where on this land are suitable strong ones?

This scene, however, was witnessed by a mysterious figure in a red robe observing from above.

The Insect King, or rather the Demon Monk, in a way was like Song Yan, both no longer cultivating.

Only that Song Yan's "no longer cultivating" was due to his wisdom compensating for it, while the Demon Monk had reached a point where there was nothing more to train.

He had reached the limit.

To breakthrough to the Divine Infant, he had to seek completeness.

His completeness was Song Yan.

He had to devour Song Yan to breakthrough the Divine Infant.

So, ever since Song Yan crawled out from the Sea of Suffering and fled north, he started doing many things.

For instance, hiring Loose Cultivators, attempting to capture the Formless Ancient Race's Immortal Mother, Tang Yi, Huo Lanxin, attempting to assassinate the scattered thirteen suspects, but... the former was entirely ineffective, and the latter was extremely difficult.

Just because those ten people actually scattered across ten major powers of the Formless Ancient Race, to make a move was truly challenging, how could this be achieved by Loose Cultivators?

The Demon Monk immediately realized this path was a dead end because numerous traps had long been set by the opponent.

He could only capture the boy unless he himself could go into the Formless Ancient Race.

And it was during this time, he suddenly noticed the "tragic red flames" within his own Vassal State.

Then naturally, he obtained the "Ghost Infant Scripture" and tried every means to acquire the Array Map.

He discovered several different Vassal States all had people practicing this.

Obviously, those people belonged to different Sects, even without previous connections, yet they were all doing the same thing — sacrifice.

Sacrificing others' lives, fulfilling their own power, forging Ghost Infants, to reach higher realms.

The Demon Monk wasn't someone who cared about life, but he found a familiar aura in this sacrificial fire.

He came to the side of the greatest practitioner of the "Ghost Infant Scripture" in his own Vassal State, quietly observing.

This master was in the Late Stage of the Purple Mansion.

He had already mastered the Ghost Infant Statue.

Now, that Ghost Infant Statue was glowing brilliantly, emitting a strange flesh tone.

Through that hue, he vaguely sensed something, a strand of the Demon Monk's essence silently probing afar, delving into the Ghost Infant, connecting to an unknown other side.

He heard a cold rebuke.

"Who?"

The Demon Monk felt that aura and was overjoyed, then humbly said, "Demon Monk."

The cold voice did not chase him away this time, but appeared to ponder, saying, "Oh, a little thing from the Obsession Layer, what do you want to do?"

The Demon Monk said, "I just want to ask, have you arranged sacrifices on the Formless Ancient Race's territory?"

This time, the cold voice fell silent, then said, "I'm right there, just can't get out. Have you... already gotten out?"

The Demon Monk grinned, coldly yet happily saying, "I've come out! But I'm not complete! My target is in the Formless Ancient Race! Would you like to cooperate?"

"How to cooperate?"

"You need sacrifices, yet you're short of offerings. And I, excel at inciting wars. I will help you procure offerings, help you sacrifice, and help you get out. But after you are free, will you join me in finding my target, help me complete, is that okay?"

"Alright."

The exchange between the two monsters did not alert the old man of the Purple Mansion in the slightest.

The snow continued to fall quietly.

From a high vantage overlooking the continent, one could see that the continent's edge was surprisingly all red, with many places where such tragic red fires were burning.

On the ground, there were Ghost Infants, or rather... Demon Infants coming into being, possessing life.

Yet the Demon Infants were still sacrifices, offerings on the way to... a higher level.

And that higher level held the strings, each line connected to a Demon Infant.

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