But Shuang Yun saw his expression was already full of fear.

She had envisioned countless reunions with Doctor Li and had prepared that "thank you" in her heart for a long time, but at this moment, she was so terrified she couldn't utter a word. Simultaneously, she realized how ludicrous it was to say "thank you" to such a terrifying demon.

The Doctor Li she admired, perhaps... never existed.

Li Huai also looked incredulously at this foul and sinister man, who was now surrounded by ominous smoke. His lips trembled, and the "father" he had kept in his heart for so long could no longer be called out.

The father he revered, perhaps... was a mere facade.

The same was true for both of them, not to mention Xiao Huan and the others.

A group of people hurriedly fled from this Sacrificial Refining City with the Thousand Crane Sect led by Fang Qingmeng.

Song Yan stood with his hands behind his back.

And behind him, Xiao Wu had been watching silently. It was only now that he realized how miserably Sikong Seal had been deceived.

This Purple Mansion old monster would not care about any mortal, would he?

Even if there were some connections, they were probably just casual teasing, how could it be serious?

And a group of Demon Cultivators gathered from all directions, respectfully kneeling and shouting, "Greetings, Patriarch!"

Song Yan did not reply, merely lifting his head to gaze at the black banner in the sky.

Malevolent souls blazed like fire, burning fiercely.

The city was like a furnace, with the souls of hundreds of thousands of innocent beings sacrificed to forge this Soul Treasure.

Song Yan watched for a long time, closed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Still lacking skill, all return to your positions, continue the sacrificial refinement."

...

...

Several days later, the black aura showed signs of restraint.

Throughout the city, the stench of decay and blood was everywhere.

Song Yan sat cross-legged, quietly sensing the evil sacrificial refining array.

An unusual feeling suddenly arose in his heart: the Soul Absorption Technique within the sacrificial refining array bore some resemblance to the Gathering Profound Array of the Five Elements.

Both absorb some peculiar existence.

As his thoughts swept past, the black aura completely gathered, merging into the fathom-deep banner.

Song Yan raised his hand in summons, and the banner descended, but as it fell halfway, it seemed to have some intelligence of its own, flickering with black light, suddenly generating a repulsive force, attempting to flee.

Song Yan frowned slightly, abruptly raised his hand skyward, and in the void appeared a large blood hand, the hand cupped slightly, enclosing the escaping Myriad Souls Banner.

The Myriad Souls Banner charged left and right to no avail.

Song Yan seized the opportunity, grabbing it fiercely and tightening his grip.

Within the scarlet hand, a mass of black smoke surged violently, only calming after a while.

Only then did Song Yan pull down the Myriad Souls Banner.

The Myriad Souls Banner obediently descended, transforming instantly into a palm-sized flag landing in Song Yan's palm.

Song Yan slightly perceived it and sensed within this Myriad Souls Banner a Divine Soul Space far larger than the "Ice Hell."

It was a pool of pitch-black stagnant water, in which countless malevolent souls floated.

The malevolent souls appeared agonized and hideous, filled with malice.

The Sect Leader of Ghost Slaughter Sect shuddered at the sight; they only knew the method to refine the Myriad Souls Banner but never expected that this Soul Treasure would resist after its completion.

If it were them, how could they possibly stop the Myriad Souls Banner's escape?

Even if it were refined, it would be a futile endeavor.

At that moment, a voice unexpectedly came by his ear.

"Xiao Wu, I am quite interested in this sacrificial refining array, take me to have a look."

"Yes, Patriarch."

The Sect Leader of Ghost Slaughter Sect hastily replied. At this point, he dared not even utter a "no."

...

...

A month later.

Tang Fan was thrown into the Celestial Prison of the main sect of the Ghost Slaughter Sect, or rather, the Great Chu Demon Cultivator Alliance.

The fact that the Ghost Slaughter Sect had an old Patriarch of the Purple Mansion sitting was already spread around, with a multitude of Demon Cultivators flocking to join, and sects like the Blood Corpse Sect had completely become branches of the Ghost Slaughter Sect.

And the name of Sect Leader Wu Fangtian of the Ghost Slaughter Sect had become as illustrious as the sky, appearing extremely powerful and influential.

At this moment, Song Yan was in the core area of the Ghost Slaughter Sect, holding a scroll related to sacrificial refinement and studying it meticulously.

"Patriarch, is there anything else?"

Beside him, Wu Fangtian asked with trepidation.

Song Yan beckoned with his hand.

Wu Fangtian hurried forward but didn't dare get too close.

Song Yan continued to beckon, saying, "Come closer."

Wu Fangtian, a sturdy man, broke into a cold sweat over these three words but dared not disobey, moving forward extraordinarily slowly as if shackled by weights of ten thousand jins.

Upon reaching Song Yan, he knelt down with a "thud," his face a picture of mourning, "Patriarch, spare my life, Patriarch, spare my life, I genuinely regard you as my patriarch."

"Genuinely?"

Song Yan laughed, reaching out to tap this sturdy man's forehead, and from the wide sleeve, a strand of bizarrely colorful patterned imp emerged, significantly thicker and darker than during the Crimson Palace times.

But just as this patterned imp was about to touch the man's skin, it suddenly retracted.

Song Yan's thoughts swiftly morphed and shifted, changing unpredictably.

Initially, he thought transforming this Sect Leader Wu into a spectral slave was the best option.

Externally, the reasoning seemed sufficient, being drawn into the Myriad Souls Banner, that was.

However, at the point of completion, he changed his mind.

Indeed, the disappearance of Wu Fangtian could be explained as being absorbed into the Myriad Souls Banner, but his continued existence further proved that "he is utterly not Song Yan." At the same time, it also better protected "Shuang Yun, Li Huai, Xiao Huan" and others, letting it be clear that having crossed paths with him didn't automatically tie them to cause and effect, preventing them from being used to threaten him.

Song Yan had grown wary of being hunted, thus he perpetually harbored the thought of "leaving beneficial evidence, such that even if demons investigate, they could never trace it back to him being Song Yan."

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