The entry of the regular troops of the Profound Armor Divine Army has changed the fate of the loose cultivators.

Very soon, the voice of a cultivator was heard above the village of Ziwu.

"This place has been taken over by the Divine Tiger King, all you loose cultivators must exert all efforts to excavate the ancient tomb!

If you can dig up treasures, you will be greatly rewarded!

If you flee privately, it will be considered as stealing treasures and fleeing, you shall be killed!

When the Formless Celestial Venerable arrives, you may still find other opportunities!"

With these words, rules were established.

The name "Formless Celestial Venerable" quickly spread.

Hearing these words and feeling this atmosphere, Song Yan looked toward the distant vast darkness, sensing that there was a divine being shining with golden light sitting luxuriously in a flying palanquin, approaching distantly like a majestic Celestial Emperor on patrol.

The Celestial Venerable had not yet arrived, but the powerful oppressive aura had already flooded this place like a tide.

"Formless Celestial Venerable" was a divine being created by the Formless Ancient Race. The title was placed upon him, but he himself knew... he was not that being at all.

The term "Celestial Venerable" was derived from the "Ancient Scripture," after all, that scripture described a Celestial Venerable whose image, especially in terms of "Thunder Power," had a slight overlap with his own.

Sword, banner, thunder—they both had them.

Thus, the Formless Ancient Race went further to create momentum by claiming that he was the "reincarnation of the Celestial Venerable," and now he had joined the Formless Ancient Race as the "Formless Celestial Venerable."

At the same time, the Formless Ancient Race arranged a series of supporting measures, such as "promoting that the Celestial Venerable inherently has no form, hence the image is blurred," and "specifically assigning some cultivators to help those who worship the Celestial Venerable fulfill their wishes."

This comprehensive publicity was evidently quite successful, but still not enough.

Because the final establishment of the "Formless Celestial Venerable" image requires Song Yan's power for endorsement.

If Song Yan was invincible in battle, the title could be established, then anyone wanting to touch the members of the Formless Ancient Race would need to weigh carefully; if it was ruined, defeated, and not established, then the Formless Ancient Race would become a joke.

This is not just the name of a person, but of a race.

Before this name was established, Ancestor Ningxin had a conversation with him.

He agreed.

Not because he was ambitious, but because he followed the trend, reciprocating favors.

He was someone who valued cause and effect, so if he received benefits, he would certainly give back, and in the process of giving back, he would still reap more benefits; this was a good relationship.

...

Just then, a sudden explosion was heard in mid-air, followed by a piercing scream.

A loose cultivator tried to escape, but was directly killed by the Profound Armor Divine Army cultivators.

Blood scattered from mid-air, spilling everywhere, the corpse was as tattered as a sack with holes, smashed to the ground, the face unrecognizable, while a fan-shaped profound treasure was crushed to pieces, thrown aside, its luster lost.

"To kill the chicken to scare the monkey" is always effective.

A person died, and the restless atmosphere among the loose cultivators was temporarily subdued.

The door of Song Yan's small room was soon rudely pushed open.

An angry voice came from outside, "Fellow Daoist! Do not rest, hurry and dig the tomb! The sooner you find the treasures, the sooner you will be rewarded! You must be outside in one incense stick's time!"

Immediately, the messenger didn't care if anyone inside heard, slammed the door shut.

An Li asked, "What will we do?"

Song Yan said, "Get up and work."

"Work?" An Li was a bit stunned; she had imagined Song Yan would seize the opportunity to reveal himself, control the situation, then unite with the ancient tomb and Night King Ancient Race to first capture the celestial demon, and declare sovereignty through his fists afterward.

If it were the past, she might have worried about Song Yan, but now... she too had been influenced by many rumors outside, believing Song Yan was an unfathomable terror. After all, Song Yan indeed had, a hundred years ago, blasted the Great Elder of the Divine Infant and maneuvered between two top demon races for a full month, even enduring an unprecedented celestial tribulation.

She firmly believed that even if she died a thousand times ten thousand times, Song Yan would not meet any trouble, so all she needed to do was take care of herself, not letting Song Yan worry.

"Never worked before, right?" Song Yan said with a smile.

An Li put her hands on her hips, "Don't underestimate me."

Immediately, she wondered, "But why don't we reveal ourselves? Isn't there a celestial demon?"

Song Yan stroked her hair, softly said, "Don't trust anyone."

An Li suddenly said, "With you, I only need to trust you and follow you."

Song Yan showed a hint of self-mockery, smiled faintly, and then softly said, "I'm someone who really wants to stay in one place and go nowhere, yet ironically is quite self-aware, knowing that I will surely be swept away by the tides of this world, even the Formless Ancient Race will only be a temporary shelter for me.

If I leave, you won't be able to follow, nor should you. Therefore... I hope you can grow, face things independently, so we may have the chance to meet again. I like the past you, the present you, and also look forward to the future you.

If there is you in this world, no matter where I am, I will always feel that this empty world is not utterly meaningless, because at least someone will be waiting for me to return in the mortal realm."

An Li slightly lowered her head, her expression desolate, yet she lifted it again, not saying words like "why must we separate," because after understanding Song Yan's past, she deeply knew her man probably had extremely terrifying cause and effect entangling him. If cause and effect cannot be untangled, nor can the rules of the world be ignored, then he will certainly be sent to unknown places by the world...

She raised both hands slightly, held Song Yan's clothes, softly said, "I will always wait for you."

Song Yan paused his movement, said, "Let's go, dig the tomb!"

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