Celestial Demon Enchantment, Demon’s Sound fills the ears.
In this instance, Song Yan utilized all the Celestial Demon Power he could muster.
After speaking, his whole body tensed, ready to run at any moment.
The words were spoken by his mouth, not by his legs.
Po Xu’s frenzied plan to accelerate the invasion of Netherworld’s Qi was truly mad, and if he had any other choice, he would certainly try it.
Long Muyun felt a force crashing into her mind, forcefully prying apart the already tiny fissure further.
One side of the fissure was another self, a seemingly true self, while the other was the lofty, indifferent will of the Master of Heaven and Earth.
Her hand began to tremble, and her sword fell to the ground with a "ding."
She clutched her head, moaning in pain.
Song Yan glanced at the sword and tried to spot Long Muyun’s Storage Bag.
Even if he didn’t take it now, if things went sour later, he could give it a shot.
While harboring such thoughts, he continued his chanting-like output.
Strands of Demon’s Sound frantically crashed into the fissure in Long Muyun.
In Long Muyun’s Divine Soul World, a strange tug-of-war gradually formed.
On one side of the rope were Long Muyun and Song Yan, while on the other was a third of the will of the Master of Heaven and Earth.
Yet, despite this, both sides were barely holding even.
Long Muyun was drenched in sweat, clutching her head and screaming.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!!"
Song Yan gritted his teeth, using all his strength, heedless of the drain, employing the Demon’s Sound technique of the "Deceitful Demon Monk."
Under his madness, the balance slowly broke.
After an unknown passage of time, Song Yan realized his Divine Soul Power was nearly exhausted.
He suddenly flipped his hand and retrieved a Jade Bottle from his Storage Bag.
Within the bottle was the "Ten Thousand Year Mystic Milk" gifted long ago by the Formless Ancient Race’s Ancestor Ningxin; just a drop could restore one’s state.
He pulled the stopper and gulped down the Ten Thousand Year Mystic Milk, continuing his Demon’s Sound.
...
A long time later, and again a long time later...
The tug-of-war balance was finally completely broken.
Long Muyun, panting heavily, slumped wet to the side of the lotus platform as if she had fallen into water.
Song Yan wasn’t in much better shape.
Suddenly, Long Muyun’s eyes became sharp, coldly staring at him.
Song Yan smiled wryly, meeting her gaze.
Long Muyun’s look gradually grew incredibly complex, and she said: "If you dare spread nonsense out there, saying I’ve dual cultivated with you for ten years, I will kill you!"
Song Yan smiled and said, "It seems you’re truly shackled by my past life, and now... you’ve finally broken free."
Long Muyun said, "That ’Corpse Cutting Technique’ is a trap; don’t practice it."
Song Yan asked in surprise, "What’s going on?"
Long Muyun replied, "You’re not a Celestial Venerable! You have nothing to do with the Celestial Venerable!"
With that, she waved her hand, saying, "Help me onto the lotus platform; I need to stabilize quickly, or... all our efforts will be in vain. This time, I owe you a huge favor, which I will repay in the future."
Song Yan helped her onto the lotus platform.
... 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
...
A year later...
Long Muyun looked much healthier.
She started discussing the Celestial Venerable with Song Yan, explaining the trap of the "Cutting Three Corpses," and spoke of how "the Good Corpse of the Celestial Venerable is her, while Vilampu is the Evil Corpse of the Celestial Venerable, and as for the Celestial Venerable’s "My Corpse," it has gone missing.
Once finished, Song Yan looked at her in astonishment and asked, "Is the Celestial Venerable male or female?"

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