"Yes, senior sister." Song Yan bowed his head respectfully and spoke.

Ning Yunmiao transformed into light and flew away swiftly.

Song Yan tightly held those two Jade Scrolls, his Divine Sense swept through them, and one was the "Starry Sky Dictionary," while the other was the "Soul Splitting Technique."

Through casual conversation along the way, he had learned that outside the Lower Realm, anyone who could enter the Void in the vicinity of the Myriad Swords Star Realm knew the Starry Sky Script!

Only a poor, rustic cultivator like him, coming from the backwoods, wouldn't recognize the Starry Sky Script.

'I must learn this.'

He mumbled to himself, then gazed intently at the "Soul Splitting Technique," and inexplicably felt an uncontrollable tension rising in his heart. Various techniques like "Celestial Sword Visualization Method" and "Corpse Cutting Technique" all came to mind, giving him a sense of instinctive caution...

Of course, he could use the Soul Splitting Technique.

The reason he claimed he couldn't was purely out of caution.

At this moment, as he looked at the "Soul Splitting Technique," he contemplated for a moment and then moved the "Soul Splitting Technique" onto the panel and immediately began cultivating it with Heaven-Reaching Wisdom.

Shortly thereafter, the cultivation concluded.

Song Yan finally let out a slight sigh of relief.

Because, surprisingly, the "Soul Splitting Technique" was indeed the "Soul Splitting Technique," without any issues.

He looked again at the Life Lamp in front of him, not immediately lighting it, but temporarily leaving, exploring the terrain in Green Water Pool, and then chose a Cave Mansion at the foot of a mountain to settle in.

Once all this was done, he was surprised to find that the sky had darkened, and the twilight, like large masses of burning reed flower fluff, surged up the high mountain peaks.

He looked up at the clouds stained with dusk, his mood both calm and complex.

After a long while, he let out a long breath and muttered to himself: 'No problems found so far, but I must remain vigilant.'

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...

More than half a month passed, and Ning Yunmiao had not returned.

Song Yan had already browsed through the "Starry Sky Dictionary" several times.

Learning a language without profound mysteries is not difficult for a cultivator, even if this "Starry Sky Script" is incredibly complex, with a single meaning being expressible by thousands or even tens of thousands of characters.

He returned to the deep palace of the Secret Realm, fixed his gaze on the floating Life Lamp, calmed his inner tension, and silently said: 'Using this Life Lamp as a target, perform the "Soul Splitting Technique" and split a wisp of Divine Soul into it.'

In a moment, the Life Lamp ignited with a lotus-green flame, slowly burning.

Song Yan felt a trace of warmth emerging in his Divine Soul, making his entire being relaxed, like a traveler who had journeyed for three days and nights soaking in a hot spring.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this Life Lamp was good or bad.

Speaking of bad, the lighting of this Life Lamp clearly benefited him;

Speaking of good, there was a connection now formed between the Life Lamp and his Divine Soul. If there were mysteries concealed within this Life Lamp, or if someone used it for certain purposes, what then?

After all, his Heaven-Reaching Wisdom had its limitations, especially if the other party didn't kill him instantly. That would indeed be quite troublesome.

But now that the Life Lamp had been ignited, he could only "accept whatever comes and make the best of it."

He sighed lightly and returned to the Cave Mansion in front of Green Water Pool.

The Cave Mansion seemed to be prepared for someone with elegant interests choosing it, providing fishing gear and the like.

Song Yan caught a fishing rod, sat by the pool, and decided to pass the day fishing.

After sitting for a while, the warming sunlight made him yawn unconsciously, his eyes becoming a bit blurry.

The rare drowsiness prompted him to casually stick the fishing rod into the muddy ground by the pool, allowing the spiritual fish in the pool to scramble over the bait while he leaned back, finding a comfortable posture, squinting his eyes at the rustling Profound Tree leaves casting dappled copper-coin shadows.

The mountain wind carried a rich stream of profound energy, and in his mind, the figure of Ning Yunmiao appeared.

Wearing coarse clothes and straw sandals, with an unremarkable appearance full of righteousness, her cold face had a stubborn spirit of unwavering determination.

This woman would either become his closest kin or... the one who truly killed him.

'Can I really trust you?' Song Yan couldn't help but quietly ask himself.

This Upper Realm region was vast and sparsely populated. From what he had heard from the old crane, he could already guess that the active ones in this Upper Realm were at least in the Profound Yellow Realm, and it was impossible for him to "transform" here.

'If it's not paradise here, then it's a pot being slowly boiled.'

Song Yan sighed lightly, then settled into an extremely comfortable, leisurely posture.

Even if he were to die, he would enjoy the beauty of this moment first, even if lying in a po pot, he would find a comfortable position.

As he pondered, he became somewhat drowsy, and his Divine Sense slightly withdrew, resulting in a nap.

In his dream, he saw Ning Yunmiao holding the Life Lamp, her grin revealing sharp, white teeth, and she looked at him and laughed, "Hehehehehe, boy, the Remaining Life Dao Fruit, is it not ready yet?!" He wanted to self-destruct, but alas... he couldn't even move a single thought, only watch as Ning Yunmiao slowly disintegrated and refined his soul.

Song Yan suddenly awoke with a start, sitting straight up.

The spiritual fish in the pool were frightfully scattered.

Song Yan gasped for breath, fixed his gaze on the pool's surface, and took a long time to calm his mind.

He wiped his hair and muttered to himself: 'Yun Daoist Friend is still better, left for the Vast Sea alone. Though it's certainly perilous there, at least there's no need to be so on edge, with my fate entirely out of my control.'

Just as this thought finished, Song Yan suddenly felt something, as if a sharp and acute spike had viciously pierced his eye, fingernail, and neck... He abruptly turned his head, twisting to one side.

His gaze landed on the old Profound Tree.

Unbeknownst to him, the bark had twisted, becoming sinister and evil, resembling some kind of script.

If it were before, Song Yan wouldn't recognize it...

But now, he could clearly identify it.

He silently read: 'Ghost gate opens, do not believe. The door crack splits, peeking into the Netherworld. Skeleton hand, delight in human life. The hand has not arrived, but the soul first congeals.'

His gaze stiffened at the characters, and he rubbed his eyes.

The inscription vanished, and sunlight became warm again.

Song Yan shivered, goosebumps quickly forming, and he suddenly remembered the twisting visions "Celestial Venerable" Yun Zhaoxuan had seen before parting.

Could it be that Yun Zhaoxuan also saw this paragraph inscribed in Starry Sky Script?

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The Pole Sword Platform was an enormous sword platform, even describable as a super-large Secret Realm.

To the left was the "Taiyin Sword Platform," to the right was the "Taiyang Sword Platform," the platforms connected by chains etched with Little Celestial Dao Characters, the Talisman script.

At the center of the Sword Platform stood a hexagonal black monolith, engraved with Six Paths totems.

At the base of the monolith, molten Profound Fire was faintly visible, and among various fissures were living demons and monsters of all colors, their evil eyes eerily gazing towards the sky, some trying to escape but suppressed by a formidable power.

The Pole Sword Platform was a place for disciples of the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace to practice, also a presence similar to a "Demon-Suppressing Tower."

At this moment, the dragon remains transported from a distant land were being moved here.

An elder scrutinized the dragon remains, slightly furrowed his brows, and asked, "Reacher, apart from natural damage, why are there signs of gnawing and refinement on these dragon remains?"

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