Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold entrance.
Song Yan’s gaze turned cold.
"Do you think it’s over just because you say so?"
Bang!
He took a step forward and broke through the Soul Threshold entrance with a thunderous crash, pursuing closely.
The Formless Ancestor fled madly, his flesh and blood had already erupted into thick blood mist, igniting his Essence Blood, solely to escape from the pursuer behind him. Precious treasures, one after another, were tossed away as if they were worthless.
Overwhelming energy collided toward him in various forms, but Song Yan’s speed did not decrease. With a flick of his left hand, then his right, he deflected the many treasures aside, hurling them into the Tumor Realm Secret Realm, causing a great upheaval.
Amidst these "waves" mixed with attacks of cause and effect, profound Qi became turbulent. If a Purple Mansion junior were here, they would be as insignificant as ants caught in a tsunami.
But whenever this power touched Song Yan’s body, Little Celestial Dao Characters automatically appeared on his body’s surface, dispersing those attacks.
One man and one dragon, one chasing, one fleeing.
The escape was frantic; the pursuit was fierce.
During this pursuit, Song Yan’s thoughts momentarily drifted away. It reminded him of the time he first entered the Soul Threshold of the Devious King; each step was fraught with danger, each step like walking on thin ice, each step required a fight for life. Now, he had stepped to this level, and looking back, countless emotions surged in his heart.
But the heights that once needed to be looked up to were not carefree paradises either. Those who walk in darkness with a lantern seek the light, but the journey does not reveal the light to them. All they find is... increasingly more darkness.
Because of this, he wouldn’t let slip any opportunity to grow stronger, yet he needed to stay vigilant at all times.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~
Two beams of light rapidly pierced through the Soul Threshold.
The Formless Ancestor, seeing the relentless pursuit behind him, quickly pondered his options.
He could largely guess that Song Yan was likely some powerful entity reincarnated, possibly even an expert above level-4 Cultivation Profound Realm.
But from his impression, Song Yan was a lone fighter; otherwise, he wouldn’t have needed to rely on the Formless Ancient Race back then. As for the Mountain and Sea Demon Race or the Sea of Suffering Buddhist Sect, he didn’t seem to rely on them either. Vilampu chased him everywhere, the Nine-Child Demon Mother went mad trying to ensnare him...
The Formless Ancestor calculated in his mind: ’If it’s truly a battle of thoughts, I might not be weaker than him, but he possesses a physique as strong as a ghoul; in a true fight, my thoughts wouldn’t reach his Divine Soul before my body is blown apart.
But this Song Yan, being a lone wolf, regardless of strength, can still be suppressed by forces! I’m not alone; I have the Sea of Suffering Dragon Race behind me, so I will use the Dragon Race to crush him.’
He calculated many things, never underestimated anyone, but Song Yan... seemed like a terrifying variable beyond imagination, silent, without any warning, yet once emerging, completely overturning his plans.
"With the mountain green, there’s no fear of lacking firewood; just a Dragon Bone Blood Banner, gone is gone." The Formless Ancestor’s heart was bleeding, but his speed did not stop.
He passed through the rainy Tumor Realm, the cause and effect on him exploded due to his powerful Divine Thought Power, transforming into misty smoke. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
And just as he was about to leave the rain-like Tumor Realm, he suddenly felt ripples at the entrance.
Sweeping with his Divine Sense, he saw a youth with scattered black hair, dancing like aquatic plants, blazing with black fire, and taking hold of his Dragon Bone Blood Banner.
Evidently, his Dragon Bone Blood Banner had already been refined by the opposing party.
The Formless Ancestor roared: "Why push this far?!"
Song Yan replied: "Is there any point in saying this now?"
The Formless Ancestor angrily said: "Do you truly want to oppose my Sea of Suffering Dragon Race?"
Song Yan said: "Don’t talk about the Dragon Race; I just ask you, do you truly believe that me not coming in means the cause and effect are over? Use tricks that fool a three-year-old child against me?"
The anger on the Formless Ancestor’s face vanished, replaced by a strange look. He chuckled weirdly and said, "Not friends are foes. Being targeted by you indeed makes one uneasy. The cause and effect can’t be over. I figured you might have some affection, so I tried. What if you truly believe?"

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