He opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing the energy into his body, which then flowed onto the "Free Celestial Demon Map." It seemed as if the outlines of the white-clothed Immortal’s eyes and the Nine-Child Demon Mother Shackles in his hands had produced a slight thickening, yet it didn’t seem to have happened at all. After all, the life energy from this venomous snake was incredibly weak.
Song Yan’s pupils contracted slightly.
This scene gave him a new plan.
Killing people for sacrifice wouldn’t be necessary, but demon beasts... that would work.
Without this mysterious Netherworld Tree, his plan would have been to return to the Formless Ancient Race, mediate disputes, form alliances, and strengthen his own Cultivation Alliance. All the while, he would use his energy to wait for resources to cultivate...
But after learning about the "four-level division of the Profound Land" and the impending arrival of the "Dark Era," such methods seemed insignificant, akin to playing house in the eyes of great beings.
If that were the case, he might as well use the Formless Ancient Race to gather the necessary cultivation resources and be a happy tree planter here.
Subsequently, Song Yan observed here patiently for a month, placed numerous hidden arrays and illusion arrays, and discreetly arranged many shadow puppets around. Only after confirming all was safe did he seal the cave entrance and leave, concealing his presence as he went.
After leaving, he repeatedly returned to observe, ensuring there was no danger before truly departing.
...
...
Over two months later...
Ripples spread across the entrance of the Ancestral Vein Secret Realm of the Formless Ancient Race.
Song Yan stepped in.
From above, Ancestor Ningxin cast his gaze.
Song Yan transformed into a rainbow and ascended directly, landing by the Celestial Pool in autumn.
A wild wind rose, sweeping fallen leaves onto the lake’s surface, where a figure of a Divine Maiden in a green gown sat with legs crossed, her cold demeanor as alluring as ever, unmoved by the man’s gaze before her.
Ancestor Ningxin did not ask why he returned so late but instead smiled faintly and said, "Don’t blame others. The little girl ultimately can’t keep up with your thoughts."
Seeing Song Yan remain silent, Ancestor Ningxin said, "Rest assured, however you accomplished these things, the little girl did not say, nor did I ask. She has returned to Gusha Mountain to cultivate. Everyone has secrets; you do, and so do I. For longevity, one must respect others’ secrets."
Song Yan directly tossed over a storage bag.
Upon receiving it, Ancestor Ningxin found it filled with jade stones that could enhance comprehension.
She suddenly turned coquettish, lifting her fine jade foot to ripple the water, then smiled back, saying, "Come, let me reward you. Whatever you wish to do today, I’ll accompany you."

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