After learning about Ye Suiyun's betrayal and the invasion of the Demon Race, he had already mobilized the forces of his clan to the front line, while simultaneously dispatching envoys to the Ancient Race Alliance for assistance.

At this moment, regarding the Fire Worship Demon Sect matter, Tang Xiaoxuan decided to "roll the dice", partly to see just how capable his perceived successor truly was, and partly to rattle the grass to alert the snake, watching to see how things would develop.

Thus, he said, "Tang Han, this Demon Infant was originally my opportunity, and I absolutely won't take action personally to eradicate it. However, what you said is not without reason. Since that is the case, I plan to let you take action. If you can destroy the Fire Worship Demon Sect, then destroy it. If not, it's fate. What do you say?"

Song Yan saluted and said, "I'll go at once."

Tang Xiaoxuan said, "Wait for Princess Xi to arrive, she has broken through to the Late Stage of Purple Mansion, and with her there, I will be at ease."

Song Yan said, "I cannot wait."

Tang Xiaoxuan's complexion slightly changed, genuinely arousing a bit of curiosity.

How could this young man be so confident?

After a brief pause, Tang Xiaoxuan called upon a Purple Mansion Cultivator to accompany Song Yan, and they headed together to the Fire Worship Demon Sect.

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Once Song Yan made a decision, he would act upon it immediately.

He had no grudges with Mu Lieyang, nor any favor; he just felt that the layout of the Demon Monk likely depended greatly on the Demon Infant, so he had to destroy it.

As for whether it truly depended on the Demon Infant, he was not certain.

But what did it matter?

Since the thought was stirred, then Mu Lieyang had to die.

Right or wrong, had never been important.

The sorrowful cold snow fiercely fell in this country, the crimson flames quietly burned, burning the lives of sect disciples, the lives of the fire worshippers...

This fire spread far, so much so that back when Song Yan was still in the King Xixiang's territory, he could encounter it.

He transformed into a streak of rainbow light, accompanied by a Purple Mansion Cultivator, swiftly heading towards the Fire Worship Demon Sect.

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"Just a little more! Just a little bit more! Why come early?"

"No! I would not come early! I couldn't possibly come early!"

"Demon Race, why aren't you here yet? Battle, why hasn't it started?"

In the Secret Realm, on the pitch-black wilderness, in front of the crimson flame heap, a man in a fire pattern cloth robe stood barefoot on the ground, his whole body trembling in excitement.

He pulled his hair with both hands, muttering urgently like a madman.

"It must be a little short, just a bit!"

Mu Lieyang's eyes almost burst, his pupils protruding, filled with blood vessels.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he quickly left the Secret Realm, bypassing several corridors, and arrived at an underground hall.

Disciples had long been waiting there, and upon seeing Mu Lieyang, they respectfully said, "Master is seeking me..."

Before the voice fell, Mu Lieyang raised his hand swiftly, and a ghostly black, cold Ghost Infant Statue suddenly appeared in the void, extending the Power of Thought with ease, grabbing the disciple.

The disciple wanted to struggle, but couldn't break free no matter what.

Mu Lieyang's face turned cold as he said sternly, "Don't blame your master! Blame Tang Xiaoxuan! If it weren't for his urging, I would have certainly waited until you had consolidated your Purple Mansion Realm before taking action!"

"Master! Master!"

The disciple struggled, showing an expression of disbelief.

It's important to know that Mu Lieyang spoiled him immensely, raising him single-handedly from the Refining Profound Realm, being both a mentor and a father, yet now he struck with ruthless decisiveness, showing no mercy.

Mu Lieyang offered no explanation, his five fingers gripping the void.

Back then, he was good to this disciple, partly to gain his trust, and partly to nurture his own Protective Thought.

People are good to pigs, merely for the pigs to fatten quickly, so they can be slaughtered for meat.

What is wrong with that?

If it weren't for him, this disciple would have died long ago!

"I've raised you this big, it's time to repay the favor!"

Accompanied by Mu Lieyang's icy voice, the Ghost Infant Statue grasped down fiercely.

The prolonged and sustained nature of my thoughts granted this thought Secret Technique a constant existence unlike the sudden appearance and disappearance of "Killing Thought and Protective Thought," thus its power is vastly different as well.

Previously, Song Yan had withstood the Bee Cloud Massacre Miasma for a long, long time before he completely dissolved it.

The disciple fainted instantly, as Mu Lieyang took him, hastily ran into the Secret Realm, and then used the Ghost Infant Statue's hand to press him firmly into the sacrificial fire.

The disciple awoke in agony, roaring angrily, "Old thief! Old thief!!"

Mu Lieyang sneered, "Ungrateful wretch, you deserve death!"

After speaking, his gaze fixed upon the crimson sacrificial fire, hopeful yet tense.

Once the disciple completely fell silent, he quickly sat cross-legged, operating the "Ghost Infant Scripture", inhaling the red threads that floated out of the crimson fire.

The red threads wrapped around the pitch-black Ghost Infant Statue like water sinking into cotton, slowly seeping in and gradually making the Ghost Infant Statue's skin grow warm and red, as if turning from dead to living.

Days later, Mu Lieyang completed the initial absorption and was about to take a short rest before he suddenly noticed an anomaly outside.

Through the Secret Mirror Treasure, he saw a familiar face arriving above the Fire Worship Demon Sect.

It was none other than the second generation ancestor who had once briefly stayed there!

The second generation ancestor was calling his name, urging him to come out.

Mu Lieyang's expression turned urgent, deciding he might as well go to take a look.

He left the Secret Realm, transformed into a streak of light, hovered over the sect, and greeted respectfully, "Upper Envoy, long time no see, this old man has missed you greatly, come, come, I have....."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yan calmly said, "Where is the Separation Fire Array's core?"

Mu Lieyang's pupils contracted, instantly comprehending much, subsequently sighing, "Upper Envoy, why to this end?"

In the next instant, his gaze shifted to the Purple Mansion beside Song Yan.

The Purple Mansion took a step back and said, "Sect Leader Mu might as well be frank."

Mu Lieyang asked, "You won't take action?"

The Purple Mansion said, "I will not take action."

Mu Lieyang again fixed his gaze on Song Yan, smiling, "It seems not every Formless Race member supports this action. However, this old man truly does not understand, why would the Upper Envoy stop me? And... on what grounds would you stop me?"

As soon as the words fell, a large red-black banner surged forth in the sky, with fierce evil spirits wildly dancing and scattering, resembling Hell enveloping this place, as Song Yan raised his hand and clutched the air, instantly carving out a large chunk.

The large chunk condensed thoroughly, compressed, transforming instantly into a spear.

A blood-red spear!

A spear solidified with killing aura!

The spear was thrown, targeting Mu Lieyang's Divine Soul.

Mu Lieyang gave a cold snort, formed a seal with his hand, and summoned the Ghost Infant Statue.

The statue reached out, pushing toward the spear.

Boom!

The Ghost Infant Statue exploded!

Mu Lieyang felt his Divine Soul tremble fiercely, with blood flowing from his seven orifices, and in his disbelieving eyes, that second generation ancestor had somehow already arrived in front of him, with cold, indifferent eyes, and a hand tightly clasped on top of his head.

The Changwang Tiger Pattern from Song Yan's palm swiftly extended, but as soon as it touched Mu Lieyang's Divine Soul, it abruptly retracted.

Because... that Divine Soul had fully ignited.

Mu Lieyang let out a wretched scream, entirely immersed in the scarlet sacrificial fire.

He had sacrificed all beings, sacrificed his master, sacrificed his disciples, thinking that the one cultivating was himself, yet unknown to him... he was also merely a cog in the sacrificial machinery.

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