"Clan Leader Tang, I am Long Yinghai from the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race, cough...cough cough cough..."

A polite voice, powerful oppression, yet accompanied by a strange illness.

After introducing himself, Long Yinghai said, "I have long heard of this boy's story, his body holds many secrets that might benefit our Dragon Tomb Race. Since he is not of your clan, why not jointly explore them? This would be advantageous for all our ancient races... cough cough cough..."

Tang Xiaoxuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, trying to suppress the growing rage in his heart.

Yet, he did not know why the anger inside him burned even fiercer at this moment.

Suddenly, he shouted angrily, "You all keep saying that this boy is not of my clan, but whether he's of my clan or not, I know best!

You say he is not of my clan, simply because you're covetous of the Evil Treasure on him.

But I also possess many treasures; if you covet me, am I also not a member of the ancient race?!

Hmph!!

Our Formless Ancient Race has not become so weak that anyone can bully us!!

Today, I am taking my clan's people away; let's see who dares to stop me!"

With that, he gave a signal with his eyes.

Princess Xi summoned a flying palanquin, assisted Song Yan onto it, and then her stout body settled onto the chauffeur's seat.

Tang Xiaoxuan proclaimed loudly, "People of the Formless Ancient Race, hear my command! Escort our clan member Tang Han... back home!!"

As his words fell, he too stood with hands behind his back and followed ahead of the flying palanquin.

The remaining ancient races looked on but did not pursue further.

Nobody would start a complete fallout and fight with the Formless Ancient Race over an Evil Treasure.

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...

Half a day later...

The flying palanquin had traveled far, deep into the territory of the Snow Country.

Having lost the Fire Worship Demon Sect, the Snow Country, without 'fire', was gripped by panic.

The fire had sacrificed people's lifespan but also provided them warmth and hope, even turning barren soil fertile, restoring health to the sick...

Spending life, exploiting life, and providing some feedback, it was enough to make people addicted.

Now, without fire, the whole Snow Country was in a state of nationwide collapse.

Song Yan naturally had not truly passed out; even while on the flying palanquin, he could hear the various wails rising from the land below, feel the multitude of sufferings, his heart silent.

And just at this moment, the curtain was lifted, and Tang Xiaoxuan entered from outside, sat beside him, looking complexly at the comatose man.

This time, although the Tang Clan Leader lost the opportunity to refine the Demon Infant and seize the Evil Treasure, he was certain that this extraordinary talent was indeed the most terrifying presence ever since the founding of the Formless Ancient Race.

No matter who he is, Song Yan, or Tang Han, even if he's Zhang San or Li Si, he does not care.

This genius has the Divine Soul of the Formless Ancient Race, thus he must be a member of the Formless Ancient Race.

This is the treasure of the clan!

However, this man must cultivate the "Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake".

Regardless of whether he is willing or not, he must cultivate it!

Soon, Tang Xiaokong and his wife also walked in.

The two brothers exchanged glances, and Tang Xiaoxuan patted Tang Xiaokong's shoulder, looking at him solemnly.

Tang Xiaokong said, "Don't worry, big brother, Han'er is ultimately our Formless Ancient Race's Han'er. Who doesn't have a past, who doesn't have secrets?"

Tang Yanfen looked at the unconscious Song Yan, sighed, and said, "Since the Elephant Emperor said those words, I also went to learn about Song Yan's life. If Han'er truly had such a past, it's truly been hard on him. I can't even imagine how he survived in such a desperate environment."

The woman spoke as she grasped Song Yan's hand, gently holding it in her palm, softly saying, "Poor child."

Tang Xiaoxuan, seeing this, slightly calmed down.

In truth, he had long understood that only by cultivating the clan's Lifebound Secret Technique could one truly integrate into the clan with no retreat.

Hundred forms, thousand forms all merge with the single form of the Primordial Ancestor; although they may have never met the Primordial Ancestor, they understand that the Primordial Ancestor has always been quietly protecting them, and they, too, will respond to the Primordial Ancestor. This relationship is unchangeable.

As Clan Leader, he had to uphold this!

They are people of the Formless Ancient Race, also people of the Primordial Ancestor, alive as such, dead as such.

While he understood this truth, Song Yan, even if not understanding it so thoroughly, could still guess a little.

Therefore, Song Yan tried every possible way to avoid cultivating this secret technique.

He was now worried that after Song Yan woke up, he still wouldn't want to cultivate.

So, although he felt a little relieved, he still frowned.

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Much later...

Song Yan slowly 'woke up'.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his adoptive father and mother sitting by the bedside.

"Awake?"

Tang Xiaokong looked at this younger generation.

The accomplishments of this younger generation were already miraculous, a singular miracle in the world for thousands of years.

"Adoptive Father... Adoptive Mother..."

Song Yan's fingers moved slightly, clutching the soft bedding, then gasped, struggling to sit up, and thereafter saluted respectfully, looking around in confusion, his voice hoarse, "Where are we going?"

Tang Yanfen said softly, "We're going home."

Song Yan leaned on the bed's head in the palanquin, bowed his head silently, saying nothing.

Tang Xiaokong laughed and praised, "You kid made a name for yourself this time. In front of Vilampu, you stomped the Great Elder of the Night King Ancient Race to death. This is not just killing across realms; this is a brilliant talent, a monster that appears once in ten thousand years! Don't even talk about the Purple Mansion Realm, how many can accomplish this even in the Divine Infant Realm?"

Song Yan's eyes revealed a look of reminiscence, muttering, "At that time, the Clan Leader and Ye Wuzheng were dealing with Vilampu and Ye Suiyun. I... I was bewildered. I just wanted to give my all to kill one person, that way it would be two against one on our side, and our Formless Ancient Race would win."

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