He admired Su Yao for her unwavering "hatred for evil" that persisted for centuries, even after enduring darkness.
He really admired such good-hearted people, such female knights.
The more he wallowed in darkness, the more he admired them.
At this moment, after all that upheaval, the cracks in his Dao heart, caused by the "Celestial Venerable Stone Statue," "Supreme Forgetting Emotions," and "Long Muyun’s Guidance," surprisingly began to slowly heal.
Thinking of this, he suddenly opened the stone door again and threw out a roll of Jade Scroll.
Su Yao caught it.
Song Yan said, "Here is a small Sword Dao insight, which I don’t even know where I got from, but anyway, to me, it’s just trash, yet I think you can use it."
The Jade Scroll contained all his Sword Dao insights.
Su Yao accepted the Jade Scroll with a cold expression, giving a curt thanks.
Song Yan closed the stone door again, summoning his white-clad Immortal with a thought, his eyes fixed on the golden droplet at the Immortal’s forehead, said to be composed of the "Supreme Immortal Thought."
He had many things to test.
He needed to test them quickly.
The insect woman was previously an enemy, but now... she might become his friend.
He silently chanted in his heart: "Use this Immortal Thought to fortify the Lifebound Secret Treasure."
...
...
A long while...
An even longer while...
Song Yan slowly opened his eyes.
He separately experimented with that "Immortal Thought" and also combined the "Immortal Thought" with the "Corpse Cutting Technique" for testing.
After many attempts, he finally understood.
That "Supreme Immortal Thought" was not from the Celestial Venerable, but from the Master of the Heavens and Earth.
By absorbing a thought from this Master of the Heavens and Earth and then cultivating the "Cutting Three Corpses" technique, each corpse he cut would contain part of the Master’s thought.
Three corpses, each holding one-third of the thought.
When the three corpses were gone, the empty body would merge with this world, becoming an avatar of the Master of the Heavens and Earth.
Yet, this was not the end, for the three corpses cut out already existed and would have independent personalities, continuing to grow, yet... all their efforts were but a wedding dress for the Master of the Heavens and Earth.
When the Master took back their thought, it would be "the return of the three corpses, remolding the original self," making the Master’s avatar particularly powerful.
However, there could be exceptions. If the "three corpses" during their growth managed to "suppress the Master’s one-third thought, expelled it, or perished with it," then... when the Master took back their thought, that "corpse" naturally would not return.
The Master of the Heavens and Earth, unfathomably strong, but upon seeing these tricks of his, Song Yan’s evaluation of him dropped considerably.
At least, he understood that the Master could not possibly possess the ability to "create worlds," "create humans," or "thoroughly control his heavens and earth." If that were the case... everything in the heavens and earth would be at his disposal long ago, and everyone would already be his avatar, so why go to such lengths?
’I look up and do not see him, like an ephemeral mayfly seeing the vast sky, thinking he is the sky, the all, the invincible, but... in reality, he is but an existence of higher realm.’
’He also has things he must revere, troubles to deal with, and as for me... I am but a fly that accidentally crashed into a corner of his woven net.’
Here, the Netherworld’s Qi was thicker than all the previous places combined, yet strangely... it was empty, without a single Netherworld creature!
The Corpse Demons originally belonging here were somehow lured elsewhere.
With a little tracking, Song Yan followed to a fairly open area.
Everything seemed quite normal there; if one were not deliberate, Divine Sense would simply sweep over without pause. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
But Song Yan was always detail-obsessed, and he sharply noticed traces of battle here.
Surprisingly, there were sword marks on the supposedly indestructible walls.
And on the ground, a broken arm, seemingly belonging to a Netherworld Corpse Demon.
’Vilampu, Demon Mother, they absolutely could not have ventured so deep; could it be someone else had come earlier?’
’If it’s a sword, then... is it Long Muyun?’
’Why would Long Muyun fight all the way through?’
’What secrets does she hold?’
’Forget it, there’s no treasure here, on to the next place.’
...
After a few more moments...
Deeper within the Celestial Venerable Secret Realm, nestled in a certain wall corner, was a mass of black shadow.
The realm membrane beneath that shadow showed crumpled cracks, with streams of Netherworld’s Qi jetting from the fissures, first hitting the shadow, then unfurling like a smoky haze, transforming into wisps of eerie black veils winding and flowing across the ground.

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