As for him, he was heading back to the Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold.
His cause and effect with the Formless Ancient Race was not yet over.
He still had many questions... answers that needed to be sought from the Formless Ancient Race.
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Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold entrance.
Piles of blood corpses stacked up, each decayed shell steaming with strands of red miasma. High above, carrion-eating birds circled, not daring to approach, because two ghost-faced cultivators stood at the center of these bones, emanating powerful auras.
The wind blew, and the scattered fragments of swords shimmered with a red light.
The blood-clad female cultivator suddenly said, "Susu has also disappeared."
The other ghost-faced cultivator said, "Song Yan is actually still alive."
"I’ve always said that boy is sly. He managed to take his old friends away unnoticed, quite a feat."
"Ningxin, actually... you could have gone with him."
"Ningxin swears loyal allegiance to the Primordial Ancestor!" The blood-clad female cultivator wore a ghost face, her expression unreadable. She continued, "Only regret that back then, even as close as we were, I still couldn’t bind that sly boy tight! But as heaven and earth tilt, no matter how cunning that sly boy is, how could he compare to the deep schemes of the Primordial Ancestor?"
Tang Changsheng was silent for a moment, then said, "Once this matter is settled, I will help you break into Divinity Transformation. By then... you will be able to coexist with the Sea of Suffering Dragon Race like me. Together as one, apart as two. Merely I the main soul, it the main thought."
Tang Ningxin said, "That sly boy is sure to return."
Tang Changsheng glanced around and said faintly, "The Sword Alliance and the Seven Great Bandits gathered the responding cultivators around here, they probably already got the news of the deaths of those entering the threshold. We should proceed with our next plan."
Tang Ningxin said, "Primordial Ancestor, aren’t you going to do something about that sly boy?"
Tang Changsheng laughed, "Sly boy, sly boy... it seems you hold quite a grudge against him?"
Tang Ningxin said, "He tricked me!"
Tang Changsheng said, "If he hadn’t tricked you, he would have died. I have some admiration for him, but it’s a shame that he’s an enemy, not a friend. I’m afraid we won’t cross paths in this lifetime."
After speaking, he paused slightly, then suddenly said, "Ningxin... you’re familiar with him. It’s been over eighty years since we ventured into the Void Ruins in search of Profound Yellow Material. What realm do you think he’s in now?"
Tang Ningxin said, "Back then, to provoke him, I bet with him over Tang Yanzhang’s agreement, saying that if he could break through to the Early Stage of Divine Infant within five hundred years, I would become his Dao partner.
Now it’s nearly another one hundred ninety years until this five-hundred-year agreement. Normally... no matter how extraordinary his talent, he shouldn’t break through to the Divine Infant Realm.
But if he hasn’t even broken through to the Divine Infant Realm, how could he stealthily swap Heaven and Earth, taking his people away unnoticed in this situation?"



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