"Well then, he needs to find help."

"If he still has help... then this place cannot be stayed in long."

The strong feeling of vigilance surged in Song Yan's heart.

"It's time to move."

Song Yan stood up, waved his hand and quickly collected the "Yin Mansion Sacrificial Array" flags, placing them into his storage bag, and then retrieved the Nether Tree from the rocks, temporarily placing it in his chest.

The roots were like cold iron frozen in the abyss for a hundred years, entwining tightly as soon as they entered Song Yan's chest, as if giant twisted hands hugging their master.

Of course, if Song Yan wasn't its master, just this hug would have embedded all the roots into his body, beginning to use him as fertilizer to flourish.

Feeling the Nether Tree's "playfulness", Song Yan touched the tree, which hadn't grown any branches or leaves, then lifted his hand to dismantle the arrays one by one from this place.

The Netherworld's Qi in the Yin Mansion Sacrificial Array lost control and leaked entirely outward; this was the Qi born from the Nether Tree over two years, now about to disperse completely.

Song Yan felt it was a pity, but there was no alternative. If the Nether Tree could further grow, perhaps within a month it could produce the amount of Netherworld's Qi equivalent to two years.

Glancing at the cave one last time, Song Yan waved his hand to release several bird-like shadow puppets skilled at concealing their presence from the void.

The birds spread out, landing at various locations on the mountain, to observe what happens next, while he hid his Qi, transforming into a swift escape light, racing far away in the low sky.

...

Hoo~~

Boom!

Song Yan was speeding past East Corner City when he realized that the once bustling city had already become ruins.

He continued north, along the edge of the Barbaric Land, heading towards the distant Ice Mirror Wilderness; this area increasingly shrinks towards the Formless Ancient Race, relatively lacking interference from other races, avoiding many unexpected troubles.

This is the geographical advantage.

Along the way, the places Song Yan reached were filled with storm and tremor, and any Celestial Calamity Beasts wandering around nearby would quickly be attracted to chase him.

Fortunately, this place is full of rampaging Celestial Calamity Beasts, not appearing particularly conspicuous.

...

A month later...

Song Yan's gaze settled on a small county surrounded by green hills, chaos reigning among the county's people.

He could vaguely hear the sounds of conflict, one side shouting: "These are the grains of our race, your boss has connections with my lord, how dare you act recklessly? Shouting for opening the warehouse to save people? If you want grain, pay for it! I'll tell you, grain prices have risen now, the money must be doubled!"

The other side sneered: "Times have changed, this is an immortal's order."

The man said: "Does an immortal still manage this? Truly think my Zhao family is easily scared? Careful I accuse you of falsely using an immortal's name for your own gain..."

Before the words fell, a sharp sound rang out, a long sword already drawn, and the person demanding the warehouse shouted, "Immortal order, sovereign's order are all ready, still not opening the grain warehouse, truly seeking death!"

Then came a series of knife-wielding sounds, followed by combat, cries of pain, roars, anger...

Some wielded blades with savage grimaces, heads flying off, some holding crying children, some fleeing frantically, some praised and cheered, all sorts of people within it.

Suddenly, the scene of slaughter seemed paused as if the mute button had been pressed; everyone stopped, blankly looking at the distant black clouds covering the sky. Despite the howling storm still far away, the majestic view of a dragon-siphoning water could already be seen, and each step of the Celestial Calamity Beast stomping seemed to stride upon people's hearts, freezing them with fear, their guts shattered.

At this moment, no one continued fighting, everyone stared aghast at the far-off sky, waiting for this doomsday to arrive.

On the street, a woman held a child, the child holding a sugar-coated hawthorn stick. Upon seeing the scene of black clouds pressing on the city, the child cried out in terror, his hand trembling, causing the hawthorn stick to slip, the sight of it about to fall, but a gentle wind suddenly came and wrapped the hawthorn back into the child's hand.

Song Yan recalled his divine sense, suddenly turned around, and shifted direction eastward.

It was clear that the orders he previously issued touched on the interests of some influential figures, leading to the point of wielding blades and guns. What happened in this small county was just a microcosm of the broader land.

It's truly 'Even if the dark disaster era has come, the price of grain must not be cheapened even a copper plate.'

It's not about who is right or wrong; everyone's circumstances are different, naturally seeing different things.

Song Yan avoided the small county, traveled for several more days, and arrived in a forest of ancient towering trees.

Once in the forest, the pursuit noises from Earth Beasts seemed to quiet down.

Song Yan slightly frowned, but before he could react, he suddenly felt a power fluctuating beneath his feet, his divine sense quickly scanning, revealing a giant green hand bursting from the earth with immense force, grasping towards him.

His arrival seemed to have prematurely activated this ancient forest.

Without hesitation, a white-clad immortal behind Song Yan suddenly appeared, fiercely swinging a sword, filling the air with sword Qi.

But the giant hand ignored the sword Qi entirely, crushing the sword Qi with five fingers, capturing Song Yan within its palm.

Song Yan's divine sense scanned rapidly, witnessing a near hundred-foot-tall treeman within the ancient forest opening its eyes, murky and without intelligence.

The hand gripping him had entirely formed from entwined roots, covered in bumps, the brown bark surpassing divine armor, the rich Wood Profound Qi perfectly integrated into the roots, and as the five fingers clenched, Song Yan felt the surrounding world pressing down on him, trying to crush him!

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