He wanted to create a Cultivation Technique of his own.
...
...
Two months later.
Swoosh!
A blood shadow broke through the ripples and appeared in the depths of the Giant Dragon Secret Realm.
The newcomer was the overlord of a distant region of the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, named Old Blood Rust, in the Profound Yellow First Realm.
Under the influence of rumors spread by Ying Wubei and Ghost Cultivator Yin Jiuqiao, he decided to explore this much-discussed Giant Dragon Secret Realm.
This old man appeared shriveled like a mummy, with sunken eyes, blood-like pupils, and a sinister smile on his lips, wearing a blood robe with twisted human faces on it.
Upon seeing the beauty of the third layer, with its exotic flowers and herbs, Old Blood Rust exclaimed in surprise, "Is it real after all?"
Soon, he was about to cast a Magic.
But as soon as he moved, he suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes.
His last thought was "Not good," and his final idea was to "use the trump card."
But, nothing came to fruition.
In the next instant, a strange and eerie scene unfolded.
Old Blood Rust saw a corpse, floating in mid-air, with a shriveled face and sunken eyes. He was taken aback; who else could that body be but himself?
Then, his mind buzzed blankly, leaving only confusion like "Who am I, where am I, what am I doing" ... complete bewilderment.
Then, he saw three figures emerging below, critiquing him as if saying something.
He... naturally could not hear clearly.
The three who appeared below were Song Yan, Xiao Hanshan, and Hua Xianggu.
At that moment, Real Han San looked up at the blood Rust Elder, who had split into three.
A cultivator in the Profound Yellow First Realm, who was whole when entering, and yet, in the blink of an eye, his body, Divine Soul, and Divine Thought had separated, all because he was enveloped in his brother’s Realm.
"Hahaha, brother, you’re amazing. This Illusion Realm is truly terrifying. Initially, I thought your realm was ice-related, but I was completely wrong."
Madam Xianggu gave a quick nod, saying, "As expected of old Li."
Song Yan quietly sensed it all.
This was the first time he used the "Great Freedom Realm."
But it wasn’t over.
He glanced at his sides and said, "Brother Hanshan, Sister Xianggu, I’ll temporarily borrow this person and return him to you later as a Ghost Cultivator."
Madam Xianggu replied, "Old Li, if you keep being so polite, I’ll get angry. Don’t just borrow him; even if you take him completely, what could it matter? If Xiao Hanshan says anything, I’ll back you up."
Real Han San said, "Nonsense! My friendship with Old Li, forget one person, even if it’s ten or eight, they’re all yours!"
Feeling the warmth from his friends, Song Yan laughed heartily and didn’t stand on ceremony.

"Li Xuanchan!"
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