The Nine Sons Demon Mother retreated, and only then did Su Yao return.
If we speak of divine soul power now, Demon Mother Su Yao surely does not match him.
Since that’s the case, why not try to transform Demon Mother Su Yao into a demon infant?
If successful, he could naturally tap into the demon mother aura present on Su Yao and gain yet another share of the demon mother’s power.
The gray light shackles smoothly wrapped around Demon Mother Su Yao’s divine soul. Yet, that soul suddenly swelled, and a vast power surged out of the Sea of Suffering, like an ancient fierce beast carrying the wrathful tide of the deep sea, letting out a hideous and furious roar at Song Yan.
Song Yan sensed a pitch-black silhouette, the outline clearly of a woman. The woman’s face was indistinct, with a divine presence of spite and menace. She held eight shackles in her hands, empty yet vanishing into various spaces, with sacrificial fire faintly visible in harsh crimson at their ends.
The two gazed at each other from afar through the space.
The next moment...
The true form of the demon mother vanished.
Hiss...
Hiss hiss hiss hiss.
The gray light shackles of Song Yan were also retracted furtively. At this moment, he understood that he had not cut off a ninth of the Nine Sons Demon Mother’s power but merely one of its nine shackles, and its main body remained unharmed.
This time, Demon Mother Su Yao was not angered but instead gave him a deep look and said, "Even among celestial demons, you’re considered cunning."
Song Yan said, "I was just trying. You know, when someone gains new power, there’s always a temptation to test it. Now that it’s certain that’s impossible, I’ve given up that desire."
Demon Mother Su Yao said, "Let’s stop here. Continuing further benefits neither you nor me."
Song Yan said, "I’ll go out to the first layer of the Tumor Realm, and after breaking through, I’ll come back."
This time, Demon Mother Su Yao did not stop him and said, "You go ahead."
Song Yan nodded, and his figure immediately disappeared, entering the ruins of the Lingbo Ancient Race, adjoining the end of this Soul Threshold.
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Tombstone-like azure blue ice ridges slant and fall from the sky.
Giant ice mountains and valleys bathed in the wind and snow that freeze all cause and effect.
In those ice and snow were corpses, mountains, and various ruins...


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