The young maidens chattered expectantly.
Song Yan sat cross-legged, the Other Shore Tree behind him had grown taller than half a person, with tender branches and vibrant red flowers. The powerful gravitational force forcibly opened a path to the Sea of Suffering in Purple Cloud Heaven, resulting in the incessant flow of Celestial Demon Obsession, transforming it into the price he paid to speak the truth.
He looked at the exposed seabed before him.
The Sea of Suffering in the Four Levels of Cultivation Profound Land had already been purified by him. The celestial demons were gone, obsessions had dissipated, revealing a sea of blue, yet this special sea disappeared with the end of the world.
This area, destined to become absolute ruins after the Five Elements Heaven-Stealing Ship departs, will be forgotten, never to be visited again.
What...
Could be better than here?
Song Yan finished his contemplation and looked at the three women, Ning Yunmiao and others, saying, "Elder Sister, little Wei’Er, little Lingdang, we’re going nowhere, just staying here."
The three women were somewhat dejected.
Yet none opposed.
Because, in daily interaction with Song Yan, they had long understood: being with this man, it’s best to abandon their own thoughts, whatever this man says is true, without doubt.
Song Yan smiled and said, "Feeling like there’s no advancement, opportunities are rare, and staying here is boring?"
The three women remained silent.
Song Yan said, "Little Wei’Er, little Lingdang, that’s alright, elder sister, why can’t you stay?"
Ning Yunmiao said, "I cultivate the mortal world, always traveling amidst the mortal world, I’m not one to engage in arduous cultivation for thousands and thousands of years like an ancient turtle."
Song Yan smiled serenely and said, "I am."
Ning Yunmiao rolled her eyes.
She already knew how shameless her own man was.
If he doesn’t want to do something, no matter how you shame, scold, or ridicule him, he remains indifferent; but whatever he wants to do, no one can stop him.
Song Yan pondered, murmuring "Mortal world," then looked at the already dry seabed of the Sea of Suffering.
In the center of the seabed was a terrifying vortex, with the Celestial Demon forming the main body of the vortex, becoming a connection pathway to the Other Shore Tree.
He said, "There should be a tower, to obscure the pathway."
As his voice fell, the vortex vanished, or rather around the vortex, a gigantic, towering tens of thousands of feet tall tower formed, the top was not sealed, like a chimney opening, allowing the endless Celestial Demon Obsession to flow toward Song Yan.
He said again, "There should be light to illuminate this land."
As his voice fell, light emerged, it was a projection of the sun’s fire born out of the void.
He said again, "There should be night, allowing this land to rest and rejuvenate."
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