Song Yan's expression shifted as he flew across.

He saw an old man in gray, accompanied by two men and two women, struggling to hold out on an island.

The Divine Infant Celestial Calamity Beast passed through, accompanied by numerous Celestial Calamity Water Beasts.

These five cultivators seemed to have been on the island, yet they were caught in an unexpected disaster.

Even though the Celestial Calamity Water Beasts hadn't attacked those five, just the overwhelming presence was like tens of thousands of iron hooves trampling over a few innocent civilians.

Even without the intent to kill, those civilians would still be crushed to death by the hooves.

At this moment,

Song Yan couldn't help but utter a surprised "Hmm?".

Previously, he had passed by this island but hadn't noticed anyone there.

Though he hadn't thoroughly investigated the island and had only scanned it quickly with his Divine Sense, it shouldn't be enough to miss those cultivators.

If not for the commotion caused by the resistance of these five due to the Divine Infant Water Flood Dragon's beast tide, he might still not have discovered them.

What was going on?

This inevitably piqued Song Yan's curiosity.

He looked more closely.

Quickly, he recognized that the old man in gray was merely a small figure at the mid-stage of Purple Mansion, and among the two men and two women, one was at the early stage of Purple Mansion, and three were at the late stage of Crimson Palace.

At this moment, as the array shield shattered, the old man who was sustaining it was the first to spit blood and was thrown out, followed by another early stage Purple Mansion male cultivator, while the remaining three showed faces full of fear.

Song Yan's expression shifted slightly, and he flew forward.

The Purple Mansion male cultivator fell into the water, and before he could react, several Celestial Calamity Water Beasts charged at him, killing him.

Song Yan captured the man's Divine Soul, severed the cause and effect with "Transmutation," binding it to himself, then leaped up again, arriving at the array shield, and suddenly threw out Profound Jade, followed by performing techniques to solidify the array.

The array instantly solidified.

The next moment, it shattered again.

Song Yan gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain it.

The array shield solidified and shattered repeatedly, while the old man on the other side regained his senses and desperately joined in supporting the array shield.

Within the array shield, there was pin-drop silence, and no one spoke as each face was filled with terror.

After an unknown amount of time, the wave of passing Celestial Calamity Beasts left.

Song Yan ceased casting techniques and leaned back.

But he didn't fall to the ground; instead, he collapsed into the arms of a charming female cultivator with dimples.

"Senior brother, senior brother!" The charming female cultivator cried, her face tear-streaked and breathless.

The gray-robed old man, panting heavily, sternly rebuked, "Death is but a head hitting the ground; why the tears? What kind of path are you cultivating?!"

The charming female cultivator quickly stopped crying.

The gray-robed old man then looked at Song Yan and said, "Wei Xian, though you fell into the sea, you maintained your heart and climbed up again. It seems you've comprehended a greater Sword Intent. Congratulations."

...

Wei Xian was the name of the early stage Purple Mansion cultivator who had died miserably and whose cause and effect Song Yan had seized.

Now, his Divine Soul had grown more powerful; as long as he didn't "Transmute" others face-to-face, no one could detect anything unusual.

Initially, Song Yan only wanted to understand the situation by leveraging this person's cause and effect due to his curiosity about why these five hadn't been detected by his Divine Sense since he couldn't find his way. But now... after clarifying who they were, he was delighted and wasn't in a hurry to leave.

...

Wei Xian was a disciple of a faction named "Zen Sword Studio."

The status of Zen Sword Studio was somewhat akin to a major sect in a certain country among the Formless Fifteen Nations, but its corresponding power was a clan known as the "Infinite Ancient Race" within the "Ancient Sword Community of the Mountain Range."

The "Infinite Ancient Race" called itself the "Infinite Sword Pavilion" to the outside world.

Unlike Formless Ancient Race, which allowed myriad sects of varied alignments to flourish under it, and unlike Dragon Tomb Ancient Race, which didn't care about sects within its territory, the Infinite Ancient Race had a much closer relationship with its subordinate sects.

Simply put, although there was no "Divine Soul connection," there was a so-called "Sword Heart connection, like-mindedness."

The Pavilion Master of Zen Sword Studio was said to be the clan leader of the Infinite Ancient Race.

The reason he founded Zen Sword Studio was simply because he felt there were too few people in the Infinite Ancient Race, and he wanted his Sword Dao to be passed on to more people.

And the Zen Sword Studio disciples also cultivated the Sword Heart, which the Infinite Ancient Race valued.

This time, the five of them appeared here for training.

The female cultivator accompanying him was named Ling Xiaoxiao, his Dual Cultivation partner.

Of course, it wasn't just the five of them who went out; there were several thousand people scattered about, of which this group was just a small team.

The "Ancient Sword Community of the Mountain Range" is part of the Ancient Race Alliance.

The sword cultivators under its domain are also part of the alliance, with an estimated total of over a hundred thousand.

Song Yan quickly absorbed this information, and in Ling Xiaoxiao's startled cries, he closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and fainted.

He decided to go to a level-two Cultivation Profound Land by lying down.

The old man, seeing him faint, looked at his own injuries and sighed, "I never thought that upon traveling out, barely trained, we would encounter the Divine Infant Water Flood Dragon, and now the sea's dangers seem to have intensified...

Luckily, everything is fine now, and we narrowly escaped harm without meeting any terrifying monsters.

Since Wei Xian has already fainted, we should return. However, returning after barely a month of support might draw the ridicule of our peers, alas..."

After speaking, he sighed repeatedly.

The remaining three sword cultivators, including Ling Xiaoxiao, also showed expressions of shame, seemingly embarrassed by their recent fear.

...

...

Three months later...

Song Yan lay on a stone bed within a Cave Mansion on an Immortal Mountain.

This mountain was called Biluo Mountain.

This peak was named Bitter Zen Peak.

Biluo Mountain's thirteen peaks, collectively known as the "Biluo Sword Sect Alliance," corresponded to thirteen sword cultivation sects. These thirteen sword cultivation sects were ruled by three Great Sword Cultivation Ancient Races, one of which was the Infinite Ancient Race.

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