In the ghastly red bonfire, various remains were burning.

Flames pierced in and out of the seven orifices of the skulls, flickering light making the dark wilderness alternate between bright and dark.

Song Yan glanced around and quickly found the array core of the so-called "Separation Fire Array."

He raised his hand.

Destruction!

The array core shattered, and the extending veins gradually turned from ghastly red to withered darkness.

Song Yan let out a silent sigh of relief, then vigilantly scanned the surroundings.

Just as he was contemplating, Tang Xiaoxuan's voice suddenly sounded: The Ice Mirror Soul Threshold has been activated, and it had to be now!

Both Tang Xiaoxuan and Ningxin Patriarch naturally had thoughts left within Song Yan for communication.

Song Yan pondered briefly and replied, "What about the Treasure Hunter?"

Tang Xiaoxuan said, "He's been found, and currently everyone is on the way. The Evil Treasure is precious, and since it's within our clan's territory, I cannot let this opportunity slip away! However, with the Demon Race approaching, this Ice Mirror Soul Threshold is almost like the front line... I plan to gather our people here and observe the changes."

Song Yan said, "I'm on my way."

He could already sense the Demon Monk.

Perhaps, the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold would be the place of his showdown with the Demon Monk.

This was not entirely secure, but this time, he truly found it hard to retreat. If even with the Formless Ancient Race he couldn't make a stand, then no matter where he hid afterward, he'd be relentlessly pursued by the Demon Monk and then devoured.

Tang Xiaoxuan suddenly said, "You being able to instantly kill Mu Lieyang was indeed beyond my expectations.

To be able to instantly kill a Late Stage with merely an Early Stage of Purple Mansion, you are truly a peerless genius.

If a confrontation ensues and something goes wrong, retreat if you can. Our clan can afford to lose anyone but you.

With your opportunities and talent, in time, you will be the key to our clan's complete rise!"

Song Yan asked, "Is Ningxin Patriarch coming?"

Tang Xiaoxuan said, "Ningxin Patriarch is our Ancient Race's last defense, she won't go anywhere.

If the battle goes poorly, leave and seek her out promptly.

Then, stay by her side to break through in peace, and practice our clan's Secret Technique 'Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake' as early as possible, and don't go out until you achieve the Divine Infant!"

Song Yan squinted his eyes and replied, "Understood, Clan Leader."

Immediately, he looted the Fire Worship Demon Sect, although he couldn't find the Soul Treasure, there was no lack of Soul Artifacts.

He directly released the malicious souls stored within the Soul Artifacts, absorbing them all into the Myriad Souls Banner.

In this way, not only were the malicious souls consumed in slaying Mu Lieyang and Elder Feng fully replenished, but a lot more were added.

...

...

Months later...

Ice Mirror Wilderness.

On one side stood the Void Ships, with cultivators in each of the rings of arrays.

These cultivators included those from the Formless Ancient Race, Night King Ancient Race, and cultivators from hundreds of sects in the two countries' territories, as well as some sent by ancient countries nearby in rapid support.

On the other side, demons were swarming, their overwhelming aura shrouding the skies.

The demons were of varying sizes, some as large as small hills, while others were merely the size of a human arm.

This varied assembly of demons gathered together, just the Demon Shadow was already fearsome enough.

And surrounding the Demon Shadow, many more cultivators were gathered, all from sub-sects of the Mountain and Sea Demon Country.

Tang Xiaoxuan had long completed the "mobilization work," at this moment, a fervent battle intent hid within the eyes of every cultivator.

This was their home.

Here, the place that gave birth to them and nourished them, it was also enough to be their burial ground.

They couldn't retreat, because cultivators, like mortals, had a nation.

A fallen country!

Just the thought of such words would deeply sting the cultivators here, as it not only meant their land would be annexed, but their fellow disciples, masters, loved ones, Dao partners, descendants, and even the entire clan would perish.

Fervent battle intent nearly erupted skyward, while the light emitted by each treasure had already formed a shining domain here.

While on the demon side, various strange auras intertwined, including toxic mists, bewitching miasmas, gaseous swamps, golden lights, and other unknown floating gases, vaguely there could be seen spiders weaving webs, and giant elephants trumpeting.

The Demon Monk appeared calm on the surface, but inside, he was beginning to panic.

He truly hadn't intended for such a grand spectacle!

But somehow, it had grown so large.

But then immediately, he became excited and proud, thinking to himself: 'This is truly my masterpiece.'

Behind this chaos, he had contributed a lot of power.

Over the years, he had continuously used "Enchantment" and "Vicious Ghost" to plant seeds of unrest, now all those seeds had merely sprouted, grown leaves, and blossomed!

His gaze already fixed on a young man on a Void Ship in the opposing camp.

That young man was also looking at him.

Amid the thousand horses and armies far beyond the mundane, in the cultivator battle, perhaps everyone harbored some ulterior motives, each with their pursuit. But for these two, there was only each other in their eyes.

Song Yan sat in a chair on a central Void Ship, his black hair draped, with a beautiful young lady sitting on his extended left leg.

The charming female cultivator was gently feeding a spirit fruit to this lord of the Formless Ancient Race.

She giggled, yet there was a tremble in her laughter.

Song Yan encircled her waist, saying softly, "Don't be nervous."

The charming female cultivator softly replied, "In the presence of my lord, I'm not nervous."

Song Yan, comforting the female cultivator to "not be nervous," naturally dispelled his own nervousness.

But with such a spectacle, who wouldn't be nervous?

In such a cultivator battle, the variables were too numerous; no one could assure they'd survive, especially with...

His gaze fell on the Ice Realm Wilderness not far away, at the central part of the ice-smooth permafrost, from an exposed Tumor Realm entrance, strange fluctuations were freely emanating.

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