'Isn't this the structure of my Cave Mansion on the Paperman Peak of the Puppet Sect?'

'Then...'

'Could it be such a coincidence?'

Song Yan suddenly remembered that over two hundred years ago, among those related to the Puppet Sect who might have appeared here, besides an Elder of the Puppet Sect, there was another person.

This person took the inheritance of the Puppet Sect he had given, cultivated to the Crimson Palace Realm at the Nanwu Sword Sect, then went north, killing the Jin Kingdom's royal family in the chaos to avenge her clansmen. Later she was pursued by the Mountain and Sea Demon Race and disappeared near the East Sea.

That person was the little princess of the Wei Kingdom back then — Cao Yuzhuang.

Song Yan strolled into the Cave Mansion again, and as he passed a wall, a thought sparked in his mind, and he suddenly raised his hand to press.

Shwa...

The mechanism activated, the wall opened, revealing a quiet passage leading to the Cultivation Chamber inside.

Song Yan entered the Cultivation Chamber.

Inside there was a cultivation stone platform, some wall lamps, an empty multi-treasure rack, and...

Song Yan's gaze quickly fell on a small shrine by the sidewall.

Above the shrine hung two portraits.

One portrait was of a petite female cultivator: her cloud-like hair slightly coiled, a black hairpin slanted in it, petite and delicate yet possessing a dignified presence, clad in a profound robe with red edges, with eyes full of coldness and depth.

The other was a male cultivator, and the likeness happened to be him!

The shrine held the ancestral spirit tablets.

One was inscribed: Ancestral Position of Our Sect, Cao Yuzhuang.

Another inscribed: Ancestral Position of Our Sect, Ancestor Song Yan.

The incense burner had a thick layer of ashes, giving off an ancient smell, evidently a sign that it hasn't been worshiped for a while.

Song Yan was startled to find his spirit tablet here.

Upon reflection, he realized that in Cao Yuzhuang's heart, he was indeed long dead.

Song Yan stood in silence for a long time, feeling conflicted, as he raised a hand to gently stroke the face of the person in the painting. If he hadn't fled in a hurry back then, perhaps he would have used the Ancient Teleportation Array to head north, where he was supposed to accompany the young lady Yuzhuang, Su Yao, and An Li to the north to develop amongst the Ancient Race.

He wouldn't have gone to the Chu Kingdom, wouldn't have met Feng Chengzi, wouldn't have become entangled in the Chang Wang Secret Realm, nor lingered on the Sea of Suffering's edge for a hundred years, only to be relentlessly pursued by the Demon Monk afterward, and later being targeted by the Formless Ancestor who aimed to swallow him whole.

The vicissitudes of life, how incredibly difficult it is, without so many "ifs," the young lady in the painting should have become one of his wives.

Song Yan took out the incense spared on the shrine, gently lighting it with a wave of his hand.

He inserted it into the incense burner, watching the smoke curl, envelop the face of the ancestral figure in the painting, gently stroking the already smoke-blurred lines, softly speaking, "You thought I was dead, and before leaving, you must have thought of going underground to find me.

Well, that's fine too.

The person I am now is not who I was then, and neither are you.

Were we to meet, we might not even rekindle our fate.

But now, you've forever left the best side of yourself, the side that missed me the most, the side that touched my soul the most in my heart, freezing time at this moment, never to change again."

With a long sigh, Song Yan suddenly felt something in his heart and looked slightly into the distance.

In the distance, a female cultivator was flying on a banner towards this place. She wore a profound robe with red edges and carried a coffin taller than a person on her back. In the banner under her feet, a faint aura of the Earth profound could be sensed. At a glance, Song Yan knew this was a banner often used by disciples of the Blood Corpse Peak in the Puppet Sect.

Flying sand and stones, blood corpses killing people — this method seemed primitive to him now.

The female cultivator hurriedly landed at the sect, and after a brief pause, caught the scent of incense. For some reason, she was startled, crossing her hands respectfully in a salute, trembling as she spoke, "No... I don't know which senior is visiting."

No one responded.

The female cultivator hastily added, "The head senior sister has... already taken all the blood corpses to the Sweet Wine Island Auction. No matter where you got your information, if you want blood corpses, you may want to check out Sweet Wine Island. The auction is in a month.

Oh, right. The head senior sister is with Young Master Lin of the Hundred Skills Sect, and after this, she won't return, she will go to the Hundred Skills Sect with Young Master Lin."

As she spoke urgently, she repeatedly bowed, evidently very frightened.

But she waited for a long time, and no movement arose, so she got up carefully, entering the sect cautiously, then into the Cultivation Chamber.

Inside the chamber, the incense had burned more than halfway but the person was gone.

Song Yan stood silently in the distance.

This female cultivator's behavior made him generally understand the current state of the Puppet Sect.

With the upheaval of heaven and earth, the Puppet Sect might have lost protection amidst the power struggles, and within its gates housed a Late Stage of Purple Mansion blood corpse, thus garnering envy from others. Originally Yu Chitian was one of the many potential covetous figures.

Therefore, the descendants of the young lady Yuzhuang decided to take the utmost step, auction off the blood corpses at the auction, and then join that Hundred Skills Sect, seeking shelter.

As for this female cultivator, she probably mistook him for an evil cultivator seeking to kill and snatch treasures, hence her fear, and ventured to explain the situation, as well as bring up the Hundred Skills Sect as a backing.

As for the Hundred Skills Sect, Song Yan had heard whispers of it on the way here; it should be a grand sect within the Star Luo Domain, with a Late Stage of Divine Infant sitting in command, considered quite remarkable.

Upon reaching the Late Stage of Divine Infant himself, Song Yan finally understood how terrifying a Late Stage Divine Infant sitting in a place could be. The long duration of overseeing a region means that one's harmony with the existing heaven and earth continually deepens. Even if an outsider is more powerful, they can't win because that region of heaven and earth has merged with, and is controlled by, him. With just a thought, he can seize the Power of Heaven and Earth you could use, creating a terrifying imbalance.

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