His divine soul, upon seeing that Celestial Sword, was inundated with countless memories that did not belong to him. Those memories were etched into his bones, and almost instantly, he lost himself.
And at the end of his last glimpse was a terrifying gray sun over the boundless wilderness...
That sun slowly approached him.
’What is that monster?’
The final thought burned into his mind, but he could no longer see what followed.
He was already completely mad.
...
"Huff..."
"Huff..."
Sounds of panting echoed in the crystal house at the bottom of the dark lake.
The young man sat on the ground, leaning against a dark, collapsed bookshelf, suddenly furrowing his brow and murmuring.
"Who am I?"
"Who... exactly am I?"
After a long time...
He opened his eyes, and his confused gaze regained clarity: "I am Song Yan."
He tilted his head back, the corners of his mouth curling into a sinister yet joyful grin, revealing his stark white teeth.
"How many years has it been, I... have finally come out."
"Finally..."
"Out!"
His gaze swept over, and he casually picked up a scattered book, glancing through it to grasp the gist.
"’Celestial Sword Visualization Map’, again with the ’Celestial Sword Visualization Map’, this visualization map really saved my life once more, I truly have a fateful connection with the Nanwu Sword Sect.
I wonder where my old acquaintances are today, whether alive or dead, whether they have progressed further, or become bones beneath the yellow earth?"
He glanced at the panel.
The lifespan on the panel changed from "[Lifespan: 41/8639]" to "[Lifespan: 141/8639]", indicating a full hundred years had passed.
And the realm was the "Seventh Layer of Refining Profound," clearly the realm of this body’s original owner.
However, Song Yan’s terrifying Divine Soul Power had long surpassed the concept of the "Seventh Layer of Refining Profound," not even the Purple Mansion Realm could compare to his soul’s strength, making him stand out even within the Divine Infant Realm.
Yet at the moment he manifested, he also sensed an "incompleteness," a lack in life, in the soul’s completeness.
This incompleteness made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
At the same time, a fleeting and mysterious feeling arose in his heart.
He subconsciously looked towards the north.
He felt his opportunity lay in the Northern Land.
In the Mountain and Sea Demon Race.

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