On the land of the Ancient Race, the biggest "news" is about the Divine Infant Realm, with the "Dragon Tomb Ancient Race", the most powerful among the ancient races, being of utmost importance.

The event of the next generation genius of the Formless Ancient Race single-handedly suppressing Long Gongrong naturally spread among the upper echelons of the ancient races.

That genius not only effortlessly suppressed Long Gongrong but also resolved the grievances as much as possible, and distributed the "True Spirit Fragment" evenly as a cake, reaching a point where all parties were satisfied and all were praising.

The Formless Celestial Venerable, being so arrogant and wanting to occupy the name of folk belief, initially had no one buying it. But with this event, it's considered a good start, and at least several families remain silent. The Night King Ancient Race even directly acknowledged the existence of the "Formless Celestial Venerable" to hold onto the thigh of this old neighbor.

"Benevolence is invincible" always makes sense, but it doesn't mean that if you are benevolent, you can be invincible. It means that if you can be "invincible" while still maintaining the demeanor of a "benevolent person," then you can be strong and win over people's expectations.

Song Yan was ruthless when killing, lascivious when enjoying, and wanton when drunk, yet it seemed as if he seized perfect timing every time, just right to successfully forge the reputation of the "Formless Celestial Venerable".

Now, the four characters "Formless Celestial Venerable" are famous far and wide.

Aside from Song Yan's "premiere", it's also inseparable from the efforts of many cultivators.

And the ancient divine temples in the mortal world are more fragrant because the people on this land have begun to understand that "Celestial Venerable is the Formless Celestial Venerable", whether they are so poor that they are left with only faith, or so foolish that they only believe in faith, or those who need faith to serve power, or those who flatter the immortals through faith, they all began to believe.

When Tang Xiaokong returned from outside, climbed excitedly onto the Ancestral Divine Mountain, and asked Elder Ningxin where his righteous son was, Elder Ningxin merely replied lightly, "I do not know either."

Tang Xiaokong was astonished for a long time but still enthusiastically grabbed the Communication Stone to praise Song Yan and stated, "Seventy years later, the Void Edge journey, other ancient race elders have already come to seek his alliance." With great power and good reputation, this alliance has indeed come, and more people joining together at the dangerous Void Edge will surely improve survival rates and harvest yields.

After Tang Xiaokong left enthusiastically, Elder Ningxin seemed to perceive something and looked into the distance.

In the distance, an adorable female cultivator was carrying a bamboo basket, bringing the herbs she just gathered on this Ancestral Divine Mountain.

The female cultivator lowered her head, her eyes somewhat distracted, and only when she reached the mountain top did she raise her head, respectfully looking at Elder Ningxin in the distant wind, softly calling out, "Elder, I've collected all the herbs."

Elder Ningxin looked at the female cultivator, her eyes gentle and soft, causing the female cultivator to lower her head resistlessly.

Elder Ningxin's words were like a spring breeze, soothing, "I see fear, shame."

An Li lowered her head, saying, "Am I unable to cultivate protective thoughts?"

Elder Ningxin said, "You hold special significance to him, which is why I brought you over from Gusha Mountain, and then guided you, teaching you the most suitable rescue techniques of the Wood Profound. If you save someone, develop the intention to save, you will naturally achieve the middle stage of the Purple Mansion."

An Li said, "But I... I've increasingly realized that I am just an ordinary female cultivator, every sect has people like me, I have no talent, no aptitude, and I'm still afraid..."

A scene flashed before her eyes: swirling Netherworld's Qi, a hideous and mocking laughter, and ultimately that bloodthirsty maw devouring life...

In recent days, her old dreams brought her back to the Nanwu Sword Sect, walking beside Senior Brother Bai, only to suddenly pause, Senior Brother Bai grabbed her shoulders, his determined lip corners suddenly opening wide, slowly transforming into a bloodthirsty maw ready to swallow her slowly.

She awoke with a start, it was a nightmare.

"Afraid?" Elder Ningxin chuckled and said, "How much trust does he have in you to show himself completely to you? As for you saying you're ordinary, I do not agree, an ordinary female cultivator couldn't get to him, nor to me."

An Li was suddenly speechless, thinking of those hysterical words she once said "You're not even a person, if there truly are ancient gods in this world, they would surely not protect you." In her eyes, the fear was mixed with a touch of shame, she sighed and said, "I'm really stupid, I'm really useless."

She put down the bamboo basket, sat with her knees hugged under the floating clouds atop the mountain, thinking: 'I wonder if that demon-like him would feel this discomfort.'

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"Hahaha."

"Great!!"

No one expected that the real Formless Celestial Venerable, whose fame spreads far and wide, was actually in a mundane world pleasure boat watching the musician play the flute while the dancing girls swirled around him, with a young lady nestled in his embrace, indulging in the joys of the flesh.

The young lady was the most beautiful in a city brothel, named Xueyi, but today she accompanied only him.

Song Yan sat with legs apart, allowing the soft, delicate hips of the young lady Xueyi to rest on one side, also letting her dainty jade hands offer him fresh fruits brought from afar.

The berries, sweetened by the winter frost, tasted even more delightful, but in a place like the West Extremity Ancient Country where transportation was difficult, they required galloping horses, and by the time they arrived, they were already at a high price.

Song Yan watched intently at the dancing girl, observing her tippy-toed leaps, and the endless swirl of colorful silk ribbons in her hands.

A roaring furnace spread its warmth, making the exposed legs, chest, and arms of the dancing girl seem as if they were coated in a thin layer of flowing fire, also making the young lady at Song Yan's side seem akin to a flame.

Song Yan leaned down, preparing to indulge in the pleasures of the mortal realm.

The young lady Xueyi shouted, "Master, Master!"

Song Yan paused, asking, "What's the matter?"

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