"Vilampu has been watching that little thief closely; if there's any news, it will definitely know. I've struck a three-chapter pact with it, stating that Changwang's Evil Treasure belongs to it, but the thief's body belongs to us.

That little thief is cunning and extremely cautious; he's escaped from Vilampu twice, and Vilampu isn't entirely sure it can catch him. Plus, I've taken the liberty to offer some conditions, so if it gets any news, it'll inform our clan, and then we'll join forces to capture him."

The Cyan-Clad Divine Maiden showed a thoughtful expression, then slowly shook her head, saying, "I don't believe he's dead..."

The Formless Ancestor asked, "Share your judgment."

The Cyan-Clad Divine Maiden said, "The timing of his death was too convenient, and he didn't use the bracelet I gave him.

Besides, I'm a woman and he's a man; he once bowed to me, infatuated under my charm, and we were intimately involved, so... I have an intuition about him."

Tang Ningxin slightly tilted her beautiful face toward the sky, then sneered, "Even if all the Ancient Race that went to the Void are dead, he won't die, not even if the Nine-Child Demon Mother is chasing him."

After speaking, she added, "Clan Leader, Ningxin is fully prepared this time; as long as that little thief dares to show up, Ningxin will capture him and present him to you!"

The Formless Ancestor glanced around, said solemnly, "His presence just adds to the picture; whether we catch him or not is irrelevant, Ningxin, don't be fixated."

Tang Ningxin said urgently, "Clan Leader, but this is the task you entrusted to me; Ningxin has failed once, I must capture him to make amends!"

The Formless Ancestor said, "Not having him isn't a loss; if we keep fixating on capturing him, we'll waste time and effort. Let's go."

After speaking, he grabbed the soul banner made of strange dense beast bone, and then turned into a blood light and flew far away.

Tang Ningxin glanced at the two women on the bluestone, smiled faintly, then swept her cyan long sleeves and quickly left.

Not long after, the meat mountain giant named Qiu Baiwei also bounced away with a "boom".

The entire Cyan Phoenix Valley suddenly became empty.

After a long while...

Even when night fell, it remained silent.

Yu Xuanwei suddenly pulled An Li and said, "Let's go."

An Li said, "A cat catching a mouse; can't run away."

Yu Xuanwei said, "If we don't leave, the Sword Alliance's reinforcements will come, and we'll be the scapegoats."

An Li sighed lightly and nodded slowly.

Then the two of them turned into rainbows and sped away.

Along the way over the mountain tops, they encountered many cultivators; most were tragically dead, yet a weak groan caught An Li's attention, prompting her almost instinctively to descend from the high sky and look at the fallen pair of companions.

Both were drawn to the Cyan Phoenix Valley's local energy burst, dressed like loose cultivators, and seriously injured. The male was clad in a profound robe, the female in white.

The white-clad female cultivator raised her hand towards An Li, hoarsely crying out, "Help..."

An Li bit her lip; Yu Xuanwei then tugged at her, saying, "Their souls and bodies are fading, can't be saved, it's not wise to linger here, let's leave quickly."

An Li took out two elixirs from her bosom and placed them before the female cultivator, then was pulled away by Yu Xuanwei, continuing as rainbow lights far away.

...

...

"Do you know them?"

In a shadow concealed in the distance, suspiciously veiled from sight, Ling Xiaoxiao, or should I say Ling Handeng, asked.

Song Yan withdrew his gaze, smiled faintly and said, "I don't know them; seems like that old ancestor from earlier is setting a bait."

Ling Handeng said, "The line is cast so long; then it must be a big fish he's trying to catch."

Saying this, she looked at Song Yan with a playful smile and said, "Formless Ancestor, I recognize, though not familiar, just heard of."

"Formless Ancestor?"

Song Yan showed a puzzled expression, saying, "This title doesn't seem local."

Ling Handeng said, "He's started casting lines; he must have sensed us to some extent."

Song Yan said, "That big fish must be very important to him, otherwise... he wouldn't cast the bait far away without confirming who is hiding here or if anyone is indeed hidden. Ancestor Handeng, what do you think he's trying to fish?"

Ling Handeng said, "No matter what he's fishing for, the Cyan Phoenix Valley isn't tenable for long; the Sword Alliance lost experts, soon someone will come."

Song Yan said, "Yeah, but leaving now, even if we're not fish, we'd be seen as fish, so let's wait a bit more."

Ling Handeng said, "That's right, we'll stay until someone bites, then find another place. Judging by this stance, Formless Ancestor comes with ill intent, I roughly guess what he's after, the seed of chaos is already sown here..."

Song Yan smiled faintly and said, "Then let me test you—what is the Formless Ancestor after?"

Ling Handeng said, "A great catastrophe, all living beings painfully endure a century, and naturally what we seek is... crossing over.

I wish to stay in the depths of Sword Village with a single thought.

As for the Formless Ancestor, I think he wants to forcibly cross the sea by refining countless strong souls."

"A crooked path, truly a crooked path." Song Yan couldn't help but sigh, then said, "Still, both you and I are better, pure in thought, merely aiming to comprehend the Sword Dao for eternal survival by a single thought."

Ling Handeng said, "You're so shameless, who are you really? Name yourself, maybe we recognize each other."

Song Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Since I became Wei Xian decades ago, I've been Wei Xian; past events like the wind, bygone dreams, why pursue?"

Ling Handeng was silent for a long time, then said, "If you were also a Sword Cultivator capable of lodging a single thought in a successor's body, I can only think of two people."

"Oh?"

Song Yan showed interest.

He was eager to know who he might possibly be.

Ling Handeng said, "The first is 'Master of Broken Rainbow Sword' Xiao Zhaoye; the second is 'Silent Sword Master' Silent Scholar, but both of these are the Primordial Ancestors of a certain Ancient Race within the Sword Alliance today, so you definitely aren't."

Song Yan said, "Stop guessing randomly; I'm just Wei Xian, Ling Xiaoxiao's companion."

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