Not even a name was left.
This time, this before his eyes, he did not want to lose again.
Little Wei’Er said, "Not yet three thousand years old? Impossible! A baby less than three thousand years old couldn’t even reach the Profound Yellow Realm, let alone be like you."
"Sister Wei." Song Yan smiled and said again.
Little Wei’Er wanted to flee but was pulled back by Song Yan, then said, "Sister Wei, I’m going to attempt something dangerous, you must be ready to supplement my power at any time."
Hearing "Sister Wei" made Little Wei’Er feel strangely but also inexplicably at ease.
Song Yan continued, "This time is very dangerous, if Sister Wei can’t help me in time, I might die."
Han Weizi exclaimed, "Then don’t try it!"
Song Yan said, "I trust Sister Wei."
Those five words inexplicably filled Han Weizi’s heart with sweetness.
Immediately, Song Yan slightly closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them, his eyes flashing coldly, and said word by word, "I... need... one year’s worth of freedom aura."
As his voice fell, the air around him became sticky and cold, like corpses freshly dragged from an ice cave crawling across the space around him through thick barriers.
Swish, swish, swish!
Boom!
A year’s worth of freedom aura suddenly appeared.
Song Yan instantly digested it with Heaven-Reaching Wisdom.
Han Weizi was still pondering what the man before her meant, but the next moment she felt the man’s realm slightly elevate, startling her.
What terrified her more was that around Song Yan, the space suddenly rippled, and a ghastly white hand reached out from the mysterious, frightening depths, attempting to grab Song Yan.
The shock was tremendous for Han Weizi, though frightened, she instinctively lit her fingers and rushed towards Song Yan.
Song Yan glanced, slightly moved his power, and pushed Han Weizi away.
But that ghastly white hand grasped onto Song Yan, tearing heavily!
Song Yan’s body, Divine Soul, Divine Thought were all stripped off a layer.
This layer could be said to be a complete life, as it possessed a complete Divine Soul Thought.
Yet for Song Yan, this layer was merely one of the many layers of the Divine Forms Demon Body numbering in the tens of thousands.
The next moment, the white hand disappeared.
Song Yan stood motionless.
Han Weizi stared at him dumbfounded.
Song Yan had completed a simple test, though not entirely comprehensive, he generally understood...
The "crazy Wa Saint" indeed was watching him, ready to act at any movement he made and demand recompense.
This recompense was truly significant, for now, attached to him were the cultivators of the Profound Yellow First Realm and the Second Realm, and among these many layers of cultivators, one was taken for "a year’s cultivation," which he achieved himself with Heaven-Reaching Wisdom.
At the same time, he also understood one thing.
If the "Wa Saint" were not crazy they might have self-awareness, but once insane, they acted more on instinct or rules, otherwise... why not take him completely down since the power had already reached here?
Besides this, he might have acquired another trump card— "Wa Saint’s Shield."

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