It seemed that Song Yan had a fatal attraction to it.

This ghostly creature had been sealed here for who knows how many years, perhaps due to the undetectable darkness, lying dormant... yet it reemerged into the light because of Song Yan's intervention.

Time seemed to slow down, and what soared into the air was not a single skeleton, but a "fusion of three" skeletons.

This skeleton had three heads and six arms, but it wasn't the evenly distributed kind traditionally known, instead, it was a ruleless skull demon.

Suspended mid-air, the skull demon faced Song Yan with two of its heads filled with red qi, while the last head was turned away from him.

If Song Yan, who hadn't yet broken through the Purple Mansion Realm, faced this ghostly thing, he might have turned to flee.

But now...

In a single thought, two shadows emerged from nothingness.

Song Yan slightly backed away, and the two shadows, containing his Late-stage Crimson Palace power, immediately lunged out.

However, the expected loud crash did not happen where it should have but landed on a distant stone wall, causing the earth to shake, rocks to roll, and dust to rise!

Amidst the smoke, a ghastly red shadow rushed at him with indescribable speed.

The skull demon had actually dodged his attack!

At that moment, whether in speed, skill, or power, it had reached a terrifying level.

Whoosh!

The Blood Evil Bone Hand aimed directly at Song Yan's face, and blood-colored slaughter liquid burst forth from between the bones, enveloping Song Yan entirely.

The amount of this slaughter liquid was even more than when the Evil Land had erupted with earth energy!

In the next instant...

Boom!!

A flawless loud crash ensued.

The violent Evil Qi suddenly dispersed.

The skull demon shattered!

Yet Song Yan felt no joy of success, for he saw among the dust, some red powder rising.

This red powder rose as if it were alive, rushing toward him.

In the blink of an eye, he raised his hand and directly summoned a coffin.

Slam!

The coffin lid opened, revealing the corpse of Sikong Seal.

Song Yan raised his right hand sharply, quickly beckoning to the red powder.

The speed of the red powder slowed, its trajectory twisted, changing from "toward Song Yan" to "toward the corpse of Sikong Seal."

Yet the red powder seemed unwilling, still trying to rush at Song Yan.

After a brief tug of war, it finally drilled into the "corpse of Sikong Seal," whose originally closed eyes suddenly opened, a pair of eyes rolling around and then becoming still, staring fixedly at Song Yan.

Slam!

The coffin lid closed!

Song Yan put it back into the storage bag.

At the instant this ghostly thing went into the storage bag, Song Yan confirmed his thought: this red powder was Fixed Evil.

Only things devoid of a Divine Soul can be stored in the storage bag; evil is merely cause and effect fragments combined with Profound Qi, although innately desiring to seize bodies, it itself has no Divine Soul.

The air suddenly became quiet, with only the mountains reverberating from the recent disturbance.

He had actually been forced to use the Skin Master's unique "Summoning."

After a brief moment of silence, Song Yan sighed inwardly: 'Just this little bit of Fixed Evil is so terrifying, I wonder what the scene is like inside Changwang's Soul Threshold.'

He quickly scanned the surroundings, his gaze landing on an intact object amidst the shattered skeleton pieces.

It was a mask.

Song Yan picked it up, examined it briefly, and then probed it with the striped mark of the Changwang Tiger, finding no abnormalities, before inserting a wisp of Divine Sense inside.

Several pieces of information surfaced.

He temporarily put it aside, leaping to a relatively stable place on a distant mountain, then took it out again for a closer look.

After a long while, he understood.

This mask was called the "Faceless Mask," an important inheritance of the Formless Race.

The Formless Race had a peculiar rule.

Partners could only be chosen within the clan, and marriage must result in offspring, with only two offspring allowed.

Why?

Simply because the "Faceless Mask" worn by the parents would be passed down to the next generation.

This mask stored all the "Magic" information collected by this lineage.

The Formless Race learned magic extremely quickly, and having this mask was like adding wings to a tiger.

Song Yan held the mask with a strange expression.

Alas.

He had indeed seized the fortuitous opportunity that belonged to Tang Fan.

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