Suddenly, he saw a deserted island amidst the azure waves.

On the reef beach at the edge of the deserted island, a man in yellow was lying against the stone wall, seemingly having died just a few hours ago. Perhaps at the next high tide, his body would be swept into the sea, disappearing from the world forever.

The man's hands seemed to be tightly clenching something, even in death he had not let go.

Song Yan quickly landed and reached out to separate his fingers.

The man's hand opened, revealing a crystal pendant. The pendant had no Profound Qi fluctuations, only displaying a small image in the center of a girl, who smiled charmingly with captivating eyes.

Song Yan paused in silence, understanding it was nothing more than the common story of "a cultivator venturing out for various reasons, dying tragically away from home, yearning for his lover in his last moments."

He shook his head slightly, picked up the crystal pendant, placed it around the man's neck, and then turned around to leave.

He wanted to find an identity of a low-realm cultivator as a backup, since a low realm meant weak cause and effect, but this cultivator had someone he loved, so he decided against it.

After all, this is troublesome.

The next day...

Song Yan discovered several other cultivators' corpses on another island.

The corpses were scattered about; some had been dead for a long time, others seemed to have died recently.

He extracted the Divine Soul of the newly deceased cultivator, inquired for a bit, and understood the reason.

These cultivators lived in the same loose cultivator settlement, most were at the ninth level of Refining Profound, led by one at the Early Stage Crimson Palace. They went out for training together, narrowly escaping a Sea Beast attack, only to be fatally poisoned by insects in the depths of the island.

Song Yan shook his head again.

If one of these people returned alive, they would certainly face many inquiries, becoming entangled in endless cause and effect.

Suddenly, his body paused, a thought stirred in his heart, and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking: 'I have fallen into a misunderstanding. If now were a time of peace and prosperity, I indeed would need an identity.

But now is the era of dark calamities. If I were a loose cultivator, and casually concocted an identity to blend into a Refining Profound gathering place, who could possibly see through me?

Assuming another's identity is merely to achieve a temporary goal like Yu Chitian once did, there's no need to delve deeply.'

With this realization, Song Yan ceased investigating the new corpses along the way and stopped seeking suitable identities. Instead, he began trying to understand the terrain and map of the place.

Previously in the Formless Ancient Race, he had a general understanding of the surrounding topography.

On the continent, the Ancient Race is to the north, Mountain and Sea Demon Race to the south; in the sea, the Sea Demon Race is everywhere, while the Star Luo Domain is a cluster of islands densely packed at the heart of the sea.

These islands are numerous, scattered about, probably numbering in the hundreds of thousands, including deserted islands, mining islands, Spirit Flower Profound Grass Islands, Sect Islands, and Demon Beast gathering islands, among many others.

The Ancient Race and Mountain and Sea Demon Race still have unresolved causes with him, and treasures he greedily covets, such as the Celestial Venerable Secret Realm. Understanding his current location and the return route is most important.

And a large map is indispensable.

This requires finding a marketplace.

The Sea Demon Race has a level 2 Cultivation Profound Land marketplace, so logically the Star Luo Domain should have one too.

This journey, Song Yan intends to search for it.

Of course, he is not alone.

Far in the territory of the Ancient Race, Corpse Demon Song Yan is still pretending to be a loose cultivator within the Mortal Realm of the Formless Ancient Race territory, feigning cultivation in an ordinary Cave Mansion near the Formless Ancient Race's Ancestral Vein Secret Realm.

However, Corpse Demon Song Yan keeps a low profile and does not actively seek out external intelligence. But should any major event occur, he can still find out promptly.

Although he jumped out of the cage, his cause with the Formless Ancient Race has not completely severed. For the Late Stage of Divine Infant to reach Perfection requires comprehending one's realm.

The realm relies on cause and effect, and eventually, there must be a conclusion when the opportunity arises.

However, proactive and passive actions have already changed forms.

...

...

A few days later...

An escape light flashed across the sky, and Song Yan took out the "Puppet Sect Map" and glanced at it.

The Puppet Sect was just ahead.

He slowed down, concealed his aura, quietly landed on the sea surface, and then extended his Divine Sense, swiftly scanning over the distant island where the Puppet Sect was located.

As the Corpse Refining Demon Sect, naturally, the Puppet Sect would not be located on one of the large islands of the Star Luo Domain, but instead on a remote secluded island where one would have to leave to purchase items.

This made it quite convenient for Song Yan to observe.

As a sect, the Puppet Sect should obviously have an array to shield against investigations, but for some reason, Song Yan did not feel any obstruction.

He easily saw the sect situated on that island.

The sect was small, based on a hill in the center of the island, with scenic corridors winding around it, and inside, a mansion-like sect building. However... the sect was completely empty.

The corpses and coffins within the corpse refining room were all gone, no disciples who should be there were present, and even the most basic defenses were entirely absent.

Looking further, the Profound Jades, Profound Treasures, or anything slightly valuable were all gone, as if it had been looted. But there were no signs of fighting around.

This seemed more like a relocation or something else had occurred.

Song Yan felt genuinely puzzled.

He withdrew his Divine Sense, landed in the deserted sect. His silhouette flickered like a ghost, drifting from side to side.

As he walked, an uncanny sense of familiarity emerged, and he mused to himself: 'Why does it feel like I once lived here?'

Song Yan halted, stood at the edge of the cliff, watched the clouds and mist, the surging tides, and suddenly remembered.

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