Above the ruins of the ancient tomb...

The Purple Mansion cultivators from the Four Races narrowly escaped death, giving a slight bow to Song Yan before standing by his side, and the young generation from the remaining four races naturally adjusted their positions as well.

Song Yan looked down at the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race's Divine Infant expert suppressed by his Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake, and said, "I am Tang Han of the Formless Ancient Race, how should I address you?"

Below, the cultivator resisted as he replied in a deep voice, "Long Gongrong."

Song Yan said, "I will stop, but you must not continue fighting. Is that acceptable?"

Long Gongrong replied, "Fine."

Song Yan suddenly raised his hand, withdrawing his power.

The Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake immediately dispersed, and Long Gongrong put away his long flute, looking up at the figure above with mixed feelings. He knew that his clan originally intended to suppress or even eliminate this youngster, first to consolidate their own prestige, and second to seek that Changwang's Evil Treasure, but the outcome turned out to be the complete opposite.

In just a hundred years, this youngster had grown wings; trying to touch him again would be difficult.

Long Gongrong sighed inwardly, cupped his hands in salute from afar, and said, "The Celestial Venerable's century of arduous cultivation has made his heart as firm as rock, and his power indeed grows ever stronger. It seems the many rumors are not unfounded."

Song Yan slightly clenched his fist, a strand of purple lightning crawling up his body like a playful snake coiling around him, and said, "It was mere luck."

The crowd observing the strand of Thunder Power felt the aura of celestial tribulation emanating from it was genuine, moved by it. Previously, they only thought the Formless Ancient Race was desperately hyping up their reputation, but at this moment they realized... the claims might truly be valid.

"In this world, people can indeed draw a strand of Thunder Power while enduring celestial tribulation. It's unheard of," sighed the Purple Mansion expert of the Black Wood Ancient Race.

Mo Lao chuckled and said, "The Dragon Tomb Ancient Race claims superiority, asserting that their Late Stage of Purple Mansion can defeat other race's Early Stage of Divine Infant. Long Gongrong, you are genuinely at the Early Stage of Divine Infant. How do you stand against the Celestial Venerable now? Isn't the Celestial Venerable at the Late Stage of Divine Infant?"

Long Gongrong smirked coldly, "Sharp-tongued, stop sowing discord! Let's see how long the Celestial Venerable can protect you!"

The Elder of the Night King Ancient Race remained silent but thought to himself: "Our race and the Formless Ancient Race are closest neighbors, and we previously harbored a desire for conflict. Now it seems... we are no match at all. Sui Yun Grand Elder was killed by this Celestial Venerable a hundred years ago, and a century later, he has advanced even further. The Clan Leader was pushed back by Long Gongrong's punch, but this Celestial Venerable easily suppressed Long Gongrong with one move.

Back then, the Celestial Venerable killed Sui Yun Grand Elder because he had allied with demons, so his death was justifiable. But now, Eld Feng was simply bested in a magical battle and forcibly killed by the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race. This has created a complete grudge. In the future, our Night King Ancient Race may have no choice but to rely on the Formless Ancient Race. This matter must be quickly reported to the Clan Leader."

Song Yan observed the power-hungry elites of various races arguing amongst themselves, suddenly focusing on the Elder of the Night King Ancient Race, and said, "Elder Ye, our two races are neighbors. What exactly has happened here?"

Elder Ye was taken aback, genuinely surprised that Song Yan would ask him. After some thought, he explained the events in detail.

During his explanation, Mo Lao and Long Gongrong exchanged sneers, and if not for Song Yan's presence, this magical battle might have continued.

At the end of his explanation, Elder Ye concluded, "This is the matter: Long Yinghai sought to monopolize the treasure, acting extremely oppressively, and as a result, was outmatched in the magical battle and fell on the spot. These Dragon Tomb Ancient Race people are indiscriminate..."

Song Yan gently raised his hand, interrupting, "Rest assured, our Formless Ancient Race will uphold justice."

Long Gongrong rolled his eyes, wanting to say something but held back, considering the circumstances.

Song Yan squinted down at the ruins and said, "Initially, I was on my way here when I sensed the outbreak of an evil aura and another battle, so I hesitated outside for a bit. Now it seems... there is indeed an evil presence here. Long Yinghai might have been possessed by a demon, which drove him mad and caused him to lose his mind. He is also a victim. I believe that, for now, we should set aside enmity and explore these ruins together. Is that acceptable?"

Mo Lao said, "I am willing to follow the Celestial Venerable."

The other three races also spoke up.

Long Gongrong said, "Your words are fair enough, but..."

He glared coldly at Mo Lao and said, "This matter is not over."

The Elder of the Night King Ancient Race suddenly said, "The matter of Elder Feng's fall is also not over!"

Saying this, the elder shrank back behind Song Yan.

Song Yan laughed heartily, trying to mediate, and then said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please listen to me."

In the past, none of these individuals might have paid him any attention, but now, with his overwhelming presence, many affairs subtly transformed.

As he spoke, they all fell silent.

Song Yan said, "The emergence of such an ancient tomb is unprecedented and likely an ominous sign. At this moment, our ancient races should unite to face challenges and not allow internal strife! If it is indeed caused by demons, our infighting would only play into the hands of others."

Long Gongrong glanced at him, then at the elders of the four races behind him, sighed inwardly, and said, "Then let us first investigate, and reveal the truth before proceeding further!"

Mo Lao, Elder Ye, and others slightly bowed to Song Yan and said, "Thank you."

Song Yan smiled faintly and said, "We are in the same boat; no need for thanks."

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The ruins of the ancient tomb were excavated deeply, allowing threads of ruinous and deathly cold air to float upward.

In the sky, a sudden gale emerged again, and rain poured down like a waterfall, drenching the area in mud within the span of an incense stick's time.

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