The Demon Race retreated, and the Ancient Race pursued them. Although few cultivators arrived at the entrance of the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold, they were all powerful figures.

At this moment, countless gazes fell upon the man who walked out.

Though his features were ordinary, his long black hair fell over his shoulders, emitting an aura of calm elegance, easily making people feel close to him. Yet the bloodstains on his clothes added a sense of ferocity and disarray.

"Tang Han!"

Tang Xiaoxuan immediately landed beside Song Yan, looking him over carefully. His pupils held a hidden vigilance, blocking all possible escape routes, and his tone was both surprised and pleased: "You're okay? Are you alright?"

This question almost voiced the doubts in everyone's hearts here.

No one could imagine what a treacherous chaotic scene this place was half a month ago, yet this man survived.

In a similar situation, no one here thought they could have done the same.

One would not only have to face the harsh environment within the Soul Threshold but also the relentless search and chase by Vilampu and the Elephant Emperor, two great demons.

How could it be?

"A miracle, truly a miracle."

Someone whispered their praise from above.

Then someone else sneered: "It seems the Mountain and Sea Demon Race is bound to fall! Two demon ancestors from the top three Demon Races were dispatched, yet they couldn't even capture a mere Purple Mansion youngster. Their cultivation has reversed over the years, how laughable!"

Another swiftly landed, seemingly indifferent as they inquired: "Tang Han, how did you survive?"

Although these cultivators were from the Ancient Race, their tones varied, because Song Yan's real identity had long been revealed by the Elephant Emperor.

He is Song Yan!

Who exactly is Song Yan?

Originally, these prominent figures did not know.

But on their way here, they employed various means to investigate.

Now, they knew.

He is merely a grassroots individual, yet possesses the Secret Treasure coveted by Vilampu and the Elephant Emperor.

They did not know the name of the Secret Treasure initially, but after looking into Song Yan's past, they all knew — Changwang's Evil Treasure!!

It is virtually the only known "Evil Treasure not born of heaven and earth," and due to Changwang's unique traits, possesses power that ordinary Evil Treasures lack.

As for what that power is, it seems only Song Yan can provide the answer.

Although the Evil Treasure is hidden within the Divine Soul, if the target is killed, it will still come out.

Therefore, those speaking of "miracles" were actually praising "Changwang's Evil Treasure as a miracle," while those mocking were harboring ulterior motives, and those concerned with survival were actually inquiring "what special traits does Changwang's Evil Treasure have"...

However, Song Yan did not answer. He walked forward step by step, and when he reached Tang Xiaoxuan, he suddenly seemed to lose all his strength. Trembling, he raised his hand to grasp Tang Xiaoxuan's arm, weakly whispering with faint breath: "Clan... Leader..."

Tang Xiaoxuan lifted his hand to support him, nodded, and said, "It's fine now."

"I... want to..."

"Want what?"

"Go home... take me... home."

The Demon's Sound, inconspicuous and resonating with one's heart's desires, could amplify a person's yearning a hundredfold or even a thousandfold. This type of Demon's Sound is always spoken inadvertently, in the most subtle way.

What did Tang Xiaoxuan desire the most now?

It was undoubtedly to bring the person in front of him back to the clan and let him cultivate the "Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake," thoroughly integrating him into the Formless Ancient Race.

"Take me home" was already the greatest endorsement of his desire.

And these four words were used by Song Yan with the slightest Demon's Sound.

The Demon's Sound worked silently, and as soon as one mastered it, it was already able to evoke the Demon Mother. Now that this sound had become his lifebound secret technique, it was even more advanced. This Demon's Sound was apt for dealing with the early stage Divine Infant, Tang Xiaoxuan, and would go unnoticed.

As the last word fell, Song Yan closed his eyes and collapsed forward.

Tang Xiaoxuan's eyes narrowed, hurriedly catching him, then he glanced at the Ancient Race cultivators behind him, nodding respectfully, "Dear friends, our clan's member has been found. I shall take my leave first."

As the words fell, the surrounding Formless Ancient Race cultivators enclosed him entirely, with Tang Xiaokong's husband and wife, Princess Xi, and many other powerful figures present.

However, high above a sound soon descended.

That voice was calm, neither hurried nor slow.

"Clan Leader Tang, although the likes of Vilampu and the Elephant Emperor are demons that everyone should condemn, their words are still credible. The youngster you're protecting is not your clan's member but an outsider named Song Yan.

Since this outsider managed to gain your trust, he must have used some unknown secret technique to steal your clan's Divine Soul Aura.

As for how to steal the Divine Soul Aura of the Ancient Race, I don't know exactly, but it's…."

The speaker was Ye Wuzheng.

This Night King Ancient Race Clan Leader arrived from afar, settling not too far away, and with deliberate enunciation, said: "To steal one, kill one! This child is your clan's enemy, not your clan's kin!"

Tang Xiaoxuan instantly felt a surge of anger, coldly responding, "Clan Leader Ye, whether or not he is one of my clan, my eyes aren't blind!"

Having said that, he waved his hand, intending to take Song Yan away.

But just as he moved, his figure froze.

He had to stop because he felt a potent force looming over the sky, a pressure formed by blood energy and Profound Qi, and that chilling aura was exclusive to just one clan within the Ancient Race.

That was the foremost powerful clan within the Ancient Race Alliance — the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race.

Although the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race had few people, each was a monster. They seemed to have unearthed some unique method in the Ancient Tomb, combined with their clan characteristics, thus cultivating both body and soul, becoming monsters capable of physically resisting Profound Art attacks.

Tang Xiaoxuan looked up to see two flood dragons dragging a black crystal flying palanquin, with a pale, sickly face peeking out from the palanquin.

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