He could roughly guess the reason for that late-stage Divine Infant going insane.

Presumably, with arrogance in his strength, he entered the sect, only to be infected into a Rusted Sword Slave during the battle. Yet he barely maintained some sanity, then slowly left the courtyard, arrived at the Sword Testing Stone, and managed to reverse escape back to the mortal realm, but became mad as a result.

As for himself, if it weren't for his Divine Soul being far superior to a normal late-stage Divine Infant, he might have ended up just like Qiu Baiwei upon entering the courtyard.

This trial was actually not prepared for the Divine Infant Cultivators, but for the Divinity Transformation Cultivators.

He was able to pass because of his strong Divine Soul.

Now that he's passed, Song Yan's gains are quite abundant.

He can feel his Spiritual Power has made significant progress. Even though the "Four Noble Demon Monk" hasn't further advanced, and "Demon Mother's Five Locks" hasn't reached the extreme nine, the power from completing the "Heart Demon Sword Prison Courtyard Trial" has thoroughly pushed him into the Divine Soul Power of the Divinity Transformation Level.

Combined with his body comparable to "Netherworld Corpse Ghoul," even though his realm hadn't increased, both his body and Divine Soul are no different from a true Divinity Transformation.

If he were to break through Divinity Transformation, he might directly leap forward to become a prominent figure in the Divinity Transformation Realm, and although not necessarily invincible in the same realm, he would be a terrifying genius.

At this moment, Song Yan looked deeper into the corridor and saw a towering black sect hall amid the distant clouds and mist.

Apparently, that sect hall is the "Hall" of "Heart Demon Sword Prison," and is the second trial here.

"Return."

Song Yan didn't rush ahead, stopping while he was ahead.

Good Corpse leisurely returned to his body.

The feeling of a complete Divine Soul made him feel at ease, body and mind.

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...

Song Yan took a few days to consolidate his new power, then relaxed by lying on the cracked ground, looking up at the stars.

He cleared his mind, raised his hand, and pointed at the stars with his fingers.

Knowing there was nothing beyond the sky, he still pointed at those false stars of unknown origin, silently counting, "One, two, three..."

He counted for a while, then slightly turned his head to look at Ling Xiaoxiao who was focused on cultivation, and the surrounding Demon Beasts.

"Xiaoxiao."

He called softly.

Ling Xiaoxiao opened her eyes at the sound and replied, "Senior Brother?"

Song Yan saw she wasn't cultivating and pulled the petite lady over.

Ling Xiaoxiao had long accepted this old demon as her dao companion, although at this moment, her eyes nervously looked at the surrounding Demon Beasts. Even without speaking, her eyes were filled with "Senior Brother, so many beasts are watching."

Song Yan laughed.

He just pulled the little girl into his arms, lay her small head on his arm, and watched the stars together. That's all.

This was something he always did to relax after cultivation or battle.

Previously, after coming out of the Celestial Venerable Secret Realm, he relaxed as a mortal in the capital of Yao Kingdom, in Jin Yu Kingdom.

Now, having passed the first trial of the "Heart Demon Sword Prison," he naturally needed to relax as well.

At this moment, he suddenly felt as if he was back in school after transmigrating, chatting with a girl classmate during a break.

So he asked, "Xiaoxiao, what do you like to eat?"

Ling Xiaoxiao thought about it, suspecting the old demon's question wouldn't be that simple, so she tentatively replied, "Profound Liquid Pill?"

Song Yan nodded, saying, "I see."

Ling Xiaoxiao chuckled.

Song Yan asked, "So did you bring them yourself?"

Ling Xiaoxiao seriously replied, "Senior Brother, don't worry, for the sake of helping Handeng Old Ancestor breakthrough soon, I take this elixir regularly and never forget!"

Song Yan suddenly smiled mischievously, "Aren't you going to ask me?"

Ling Xiaoxiao paused, then softly inquired, "Then...Senior Brother, what do you like to eat?"

Song Yan replied, "Meat!"

After he said the word, he jumped up, turned to the Demon Beasts, picked a fat sheep-like Demon Beast, grabbed it, and began to clean and roast it skillfully.

Ling Xiaoxiao watched all this as if dreaming.

Normally, slaughtering a Demon Beast among a group of Demon Beasts would cause a huge disturbance, but as Senior Brother did this, none of the Demon Beasts reacted.

Not to mention the Demon Beasts, even Ling Xiaoxiao was the same.

In her previous perception, that demon sheep was clearly a Crimson Palace Level Demon Beast, but in a blink of an eye, its aura changed to that of an ordinary sheep.

An ordinary sheep dying wouldn't cause any reaction from any Demon Beast or cultivator, as no one would be alarmed by the death of an ant on the ground.

"Old...Senior Brother...so terrifying..."

Ling Xiaoxiao widened her eyes.

The harmony and quiet at this moment increasingly emphasized a chilling terror.

Soon, she smelled the aroma and saw the demon sheep meat sizzling with oil on the grill.

She immediately reacted.

Not only her, but even the Demon Beasts were attracted by the scent, lifting their gleaming eyes to stare straight at the source of the aroma.

But after just one glance, they all lowered their heads again, continuing their cultivation.

In their eyes, the one sitting before the demon sheep meat, ready to enjoy the feast...was an extremely terrifying power.

"Changing aura," was merely a small trick of Song Yan.

He could fabricate, change, hide auras at will, this trick...as long as Divine Soul Power wasn't far above him, it would be hardly detectable.

Back then, the Killing Demon Monk got toyed with by him; even Demon Mother Su Yao was distracted numerous times by his small gimmick. How much more so for these Demon Beasts?

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