Boom!!

He was engulfed by a torrent of lightning molten.

The Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake shattered once again!

Gritting his teeth, he re-congealed it, a gleam of enchantment flashed through his eyes, his lips slightly parted with hidden allure, and he quickly uttered a line: "Tang Ningxin, with the drastic change in the ancient clan seven hundred years from now, will you really stand by and do nothing?"

"If you don't help me, who else will you help?! Who else can you wait for?!!"

Boom!

The lightning molten rained down like a stream of interconnected arrows.

The grass and trees around Song Yan ignited in an instant, the rocks shattered, and the surging lightning fire rose immediately, climbing onto Song Yan's body, as if it intended to burn this wicked form into ashes.

The crimson lightning in the vault of heaven finally found an opportunity, descending instantaneously from the heavy, sticky whirlpool of lightning molten, darting from the clouds to the dust, heading straight for the man.

Song Yan's skin was already a mishmash of red and purple from burns, his clothes completely incinerated, hair disheveled.

Never did he expect that after hiding for a century in the Formless Ancient Race, a time when even he felt the danger had passed, he would encounter such life-and-death peril before even exiting the Secret Realm!

With no further concealment, he directly summoned the Changwang Melting Furnace and prayer beads from his Divine Soul, thrusting them towards the crimson lightning.

At that very moment, a green shadow lunged forward.

A delicate white finger traced out a lingering light, pointing at the crimson lightning.

Chi... Chichichichi...

Crack!

Crack-crack-crack!

Boom!!

The crimson lightning exploded, dazzling the world, arcs of electricity danced, retreating swiftly with the light!

Such brilliance could instantaneously blind mortals, and blind cultivators for days or even months, while the concealed arcs of electricity turned the nearby radius of several miles into a dead zone, where all living creatures perished.

After this strike, the heavenly lightning molten dissipated, which signified that the small Celestial Tribulation had passed.

Song Yan then retracted the Changwang Melting Furnace prayer beads, took a deep breath, and then looked at Ningxin Ancestor who had protected him, saying: "Thank you for your assistance, Ancestor."

Ningxin Ancestor gazed at this man with a complex expression; she had intimate experiences with him using a method difficult for ordinary people to accept. She thought she knew enough about him, but the strand of crimson lightning made her realize he might still be hiding other secrets.

Her enchanting eyes flowed over the man's present form.

Clothes completely destroyed, skin red and purple, severe burns, with faint traces of purple lightning arcs stretching and leaping between flesh and blood.

This indicated that the recent Celestial Tribulation genuinely intended to kill him, not just a test.

Swish!

A brocade robe suddenly descended from the void, floating gently onto Song Yan.

"Why?" Ningxin Ancestor asked.

Song Yan slightly moved his fingers, wanting to put on the brocade robe, but his fingers felt too numb.

Others can derive benefits from the Celestial Tribulation, strengthening their Lifebound Secret Technique and physical body, yet his came solely to kill him.

He received no benefits, sustained injuries instead, and currently felt a bone-deep numbness, akin to a mortal having full-body cramps, making even slight movements extremely difficult.

Ningxin Ancestor bent down slightly, wrapped the brocade robe over both his shoulders, covering him, then softly asked again: "Why?"

The words Song Yan initially mentioned about "heaven and earth's test for the Formless Ancient Race," she absolutely did not believe.

A presence not tolerated by heaven and earth naturally shifted her stance as well.

This was akin to a wanted criminal hiding among civilians, with a royal bounty; if those civilians knew of his identity, how could they continue harboring him?

However, Song Yan's final words touched the weakest point in her heart, prompting her instantaneous action, using Late Stage of Divine Infant abilities to dispel that single trace of crimson lightning.

The drastic change in the ancient clan seven hundred years hence is her utmost concern.

She even vaguely felt that the Formless Ancient Race would have a hard time surviving that hurdle.

If they don't survive, they face extinction, akin to the annihilation of the Lingbo Ancient Race or the Dragon Elephant Ancient Race!

Precisely because of this, she resorted to desperate measures, willing to form an alliance with this young lad, simply because he exuded immense potential and great fortune.

She had even offered her distinguished body for this young lad to vent his desires once.

All this for the family to weather this predicament.

It had nothing to do with emotions.

Even after centuries of companionship, or even after millennia, if this young lad threatened the family, she would execute him without mercy.

"Perhaps it relates to Changwang's Evil Treasure."

Song Yan responded, then added, "Changwang's Evil Treasure is a treasure composed of the entire Changwang Tiger Race, which used to be one of the top four demon races of the Mountain and Sea Demon Race."

"Changwang's Evil Treasure, is it something heaven and earth won't tolerate?" Ningxin Ancestor showed a contemplative look, seemingly considering the correctness of these words.

However, for unique treasures like "Changwang's Evil Treasure," she had no experience, so she could only lightly nod, then looked seriously at Song Yan, and said lightly: "Congratulations, you've successfully crossed the tribulation."

Song Yan immediately burst into a joyful smile.

Ningxin Ancestor frowned and asked: "So happy?"

Song Yan laughed: "I am happy because I am one step closer to marrying you."

Ningxin Ancestor replied lightly: "The five-hundred-year pact remains unchanged. If you can achieve it, I will too."

Song Yan nodded slightly, collecting his smile, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Ningxin Ancestor asked: "What are you thinking about?"

Song Yan said: "I'm thinking whether in this hundred years, our Formless Ancient Race produced any outstandingly talented prodigies. We need to protect these prodigies, giving them a better environment to grow."

Ningxin Ancestor looked at him with astonishment.

Song Yan said: "Ningxin, it's not only you worrying about the drastic change in the ancient clan seven hundred years from now, I'm worried too."

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