He doesn't believe that even the Master of Heaven and Earth knows this.

On the other hand, the behavior of the "Black Lotus Fire" also proved that it possesses wisdom.

Back then, it parasitized on the Black Lotus Elder, only to recuperate. Once restored, it transformed into a "traitor," directly devouring its host without a hint of hesitation.

Song Yan watched the disappearing Black Lotus Fire and suddenly said, "Ningxin, do you recognize this fire?"

He had been solely focused on cultivating, so naturally, he was less familiar with the secrets of the past compared to someone like Tang Ningxin, who had lived for thousands of years.

Tang Ningxin respectfully said, "If I'm not mistaken, this fire should be the legendary Netherworld Fire, that Rakshasa Realm. It can burn everything, turning cause and effect into Karmic Fire. It itself is condensed with a profound form of Celestial Dao Characters."

Song Yan immediately thought of the Fire Demon Dragon.

The Karmic Fire of the Fire Demon Dragon and this Netherworld Fire called "Rakshasa Realm" had similarities.

It seems that there may indeed be a close connection between the Netherworld, Celestial Demons, and dragons.

Song Yan asked again, "And what about Po Xu Shahua?"

Tang Ningxin said, "Po Xu Shahua is the wood of the Netherworld."

Without waiting for Song Yan to ask further, she continued, "The gold of the Netherworld is known as Jalayosa. Legend has it that at the end of the world, there will be iron rain descending from the sky, burning the world;

The water of the Netherworld is called Jalapura. It's said to cause the Sea of Suffering to surge, devouring heaven and earth, and when the water calamity arises, the Sumeru will flow in collapse;

The soil of the Netherworld is Pumi Senghe Luo. Legend has it that its soil can devour the essence of life, and at the end of the world, the filthy earth devours the soul, transforming into Eternal Hell, forever sinking into the foul earth."

Song Yan looked at her and said, "I've only been here for a moment, and now that the crisis is resolved, I should return."

After speaking, he glanced at Wang Susu, An Li, and Yu Xuanwei from afar.

The three women bowed gracefully, showing deference.

Song Yan's form dissipated.

The meaning of freedom, the body of the divine soul, with an anchor point, he could traverse at will.

What is an anchor point?

Bloodline, divine soul, cause and effect... all are anchor points.

In the Secret Realm...

Tang Ningxin bowed and said, "Ningxin respectfully sees off the old ancestor."

Not until the figure completely disappeared did she stand up, and her mind, shocked into numb stiffness, began to somewhat awaken.

The snow in the Tumor Realm of the firmament had already stopped, indicating that the Formless Ancestral Vein Secret Realm was moving away from the most dangerous Soul Threshold.

Where in the world is there a Secret Realm that can be moved to fill a Soul Threshold and then moved away again?

It's truly inconceivable.

Tang Ningxin thought of the retreating manner of the "Rakshasa Realm" and sighed slightly, feeling momentarily at a loss.

Song Yan... has truly become an old ancestor, and it seems he's reached some agreement with the Master of Heaven and Earth.

Recalling the young fellow who once sat beside her, whom she casually seduced, Tang Ningxin only felt it was like a dream.

And all that happened afterward was even more tangled and complex...

Void Ruins, leapt out of the cage;

Placed baits all around, yet he didn't take them;

When they met again, she was shocked to hear he scared off the Yin Yang Profound Dragon. For the sake of the Primordial Ancestor, she had to return to the Secret Realm, find that young man, and begrudgingly serve with her body to appease him...

But he deceived her again, pursuing thousands of miles to kill the Primordial Ancestor.

Tang Ningxin could hardly imagine how Song Yan killed the Primordial Ancestor and the Yin Yang Profound Dragon.

Those two united beings were existences she pursued tirelessly yet couldn't see their shadows, beings she revered as mountainous deities... yet, they were slaughtered by Song Yan.

When she hated Song Yan, regarding him as a mortal enemy, he suddenly returned, saving the Formless clan at a crucial moment.

No.

Not saving, but he had already become the Formless Ancestor.

Around and around, Tang Ningxin thought of the overbearing kiss upon their first meeting and now saw his untainted, unreachable demeanor and complex feelings surged, leaving her momentarily speechless.

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On the third-level Cultivation Profound Land, on the other side of the Sea of Suffering, the Immortal Position Island.

Song Yan returned and then left again.

He doesn't have much time because the words of the Master of Heaven and Earth might not just be to intimidate him.

The external environment is quite harsh.

The fifth-level Cultivation Profound Land disappeared all at once, turning into ruins in the Void for anyone to explore and gather Profound Yellow Material, let alone the fourth level?

Currently, the only escape route he knows is deep within the Sea of Suffering Sword Village.

He must go and see it.

With a visualization, he returned to the gates of the Heart Demon Sword Prison.

The ancient inverted black door reappeared before him.

When he first arrived here before, gray gas naturally seeped from the door crack, forming Sea of Suffering Swordsmen, but now... the gate was unresponsive.

Song Yan pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the Rusted Sword Slave stood like a statue, dragging a deep black, tar-like malicious aura, moving like a snail without direction.

If someone else had been here before, these Sword Slaves would have attacked, yet they cannot perceive Song Yan.

Song Yan was like an invisible assassin, strolling silently, even if he passed through a bustling market, no one would notice.

He walked through the courtyard, arriving at the corridor.

In the corridor, the Six Desires Sword Stone still stood.

Song Yan walked through the corridor, strolling deeper within.

That place was somewhere he dared not touch lightly before.

Black towering sect palaces stood ahead.

He pushed open the door of this "hall" once more.

Inside the door, there was a colorful sheen.

Song Yan looked, yet saw not a single person in this hall, only a group of moths hanging from the ceiling.

The moths had sword-eye patterns on their wings, and faint scales gently fell from the sky. Each bit of scales contained a strong power of cause-and-effect enchantment.

Song Yan extended his finger, softly touching some of the scales, and then, feeling intently, he understood immediately.

These scales can make a person see their completely fallen state and then adapt to that state.

Bang!

Bam bam!

He clapped his hands casually.

The bizarre sword moths heard the sound and instantly flew up, but they couldn't find a target, only fluttered about wildly.

In this fluttering, the sword moths dissipated, suddenly merging into an integral whole, which turned out to be a majestic and sacred long river.

Song Yan couldn't help but laugh.

'So that's how it is.'

'This hall of the Heart Demon Sword Prison is indeed quite fascinating.'

'These sword moths can show the entrant their fallen state and also create an illusion of having reached the Sword Dao River. If one with insufficient cultivation and a slightly unsteady heart were to enter here, they might be lost forever, becoming food for these sword moths.

The scales on these sword moths are the remnants of the cause and effect left by past powerful figures.'

'The Cultivation Realm is thus cruel. Millennia of cultivation can disappear just like that.'

Song Yan sighed softly, suddenly raising his hand to capture.

The bizarre sword moth that created the illusion of the Sword Dao River suddenly lost balance, coming towards him and then covering him with layers, forming a boy with slightly gray skin.

Celestial Demons parasitize others' souls and then control them.

He, however, could seize various divine thoughts, making them his to use, and Celestial Demons are probably no different.

All flesh, cause and effect, anything weaker than him, all could be used for him, becoming his shell, to be discarded once used.

Freedom, naturally omnipresent.

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