A True Person Comparable to the Nine-Child Demon Mother, was instantly assimilated by him as part of himself.

However, Song Yan soon felt the problem with the "Freedom" character.

While he indeed seized the divine thought of the "True Insect Person," he did not gain any increase in power from the act.

The True Insect Person was like a piece of clothing; wearing it changes nothing substantial about him, except for perhaps acquiring a few new secret techniques.

In the past, he thought that "the strong can be exhausted to death," but now...he realized that "this does not apply to higher realms."

The powerful truly can cover the sky with one hand.

Could a hundred low-level beings exhaust a high-level one?

That's just laughable.

For instance, at his current state, he could not be exhausted to death by these ordinary little beings from the Rotting Thought Layer.

To even stand a chance, entities like the Fire Demon Dragon or the Thousand-Throat Sword Mother from the depths of the Heart Demon Sword Prison would need to come forth.

Song Yan stood in front of the window of the small tower, naturally dispersing the aura of the True Insect Person, while gazing at the majestic yet eerie Celestial Demon City.

As he watched, he couldn't help but smile, thinking: 'Perhaps the Master of Heaven and Earth truly no longer holds much power. If he could still operate as he did in the past, how could such a Celestial Demon City arise under his nose?

The existence of this Great Yang Capital is precisely a sign of the master's weakness and incompetence.

Neither Tang Yanzhang nor He Yueran are anything more than the master's attempt to cultivate using some stored cultivation techniques.

Though I may not be able to do this yet, as I accumulate more divine thoughts, I will naturally master many cultivation techniques. Becoming the master of heaven and earth is not beyond my reach.'

Suddenly, he paused, shaking his head in denial at his own view.

The Lifebound Character "Freedom" had already determined that his best course isn't to create his own world but to... strike while the iron is hot and seize a piece of heaven and earth.

However, should such an existence be known to others, just about anyone would want to eradicate him, with powerful beings likely to travel far and wide to kill him.

If he appeared in any cultivation place, he would undoubtedly become the target of "joint eradication by major forces."

Song Yan thought briefly, concluding that the "Freedom" character, like the "Remaining Life Dao Fruit," is a power that cannot be exposed to light, lest it bring about great calamity.

Thinking of this, Song Yan suddenly chuckled.

'In this doomsday era, with no idea how to cope, these matters indeed seem a bit distant. If it truly came to being besieged by major forces, that could actually be a good thing—at least it means I have successfully escaped this place and reached a larger world.'

Song Yan restrained his thoughts further.

The grand seizing banquet of the Eighth Floor Master's will soon commence.

From the thoughts of the True Insect Person, he already knew that the Eighth Floor Master is none other than the Poisonous Demon Dragon among the Celestial Demon Dragons.

He strolled away at ease, encountering celestial demons along the way; none suspected him, as though his appearance had changed, the aura remained that of the True Insect Person.

For the celestial demons, appearance was irrelevant; aura was paramount.

...

...

*Gurgle... Gurgle... Gurgle...*

Deep within the Octagonal Blood Contract Tower, a poison pool in an inner chamber emitted a strange green mist.

Within the mist, a youthful figure with a handsome face hung by shackles, suspended.

He was precisely Tang Yanzhang of the Formless Ancient Race.

While everyone believed he'd perished at the hands of the Poison Dragon, he was actually soaking in this poison chamber day and night.

Compared to the Fire Demon Dragon's "Karmic Fire," the Poisonous Demon Dragon was more adept at slowly boiling its prey, able to subtly alter a strong being's entire cause and effect, and all beliefs, aligning them perfectly to serve as its vessel without resistance.

Tang Yanzhang was evidently a strong person.

Currently, the Poisonous Demon Dragon inhabited an ordinary female cultivator, who pushed the door open to the poison pool, observing the suspended figure with a seductive smile. "It's about time."

With his head hanging low, Tang Yanzhang strained his eyes upwards at the sound, yet he saw nothing, perceiving barely anything beyond an irresistible presence approaching.

The Poisonous Demon Dragon stepped into the poison pool, lifting his chin, saying, "Call me Master."

Tang Yanzhang replied, "M-Master."

The Poisonous Demon Dragon continued, "You will become part of me, helping to devour this realm's life, then becoming my nourishment. Are you willing?"

Tang Yanzhang said, "W-Willing..."

The Poisonous Demon Dragon giggled, bell-like, "I remember your once-arrogant demeanor. Fitting for a heavenly vessel chosen by the Master of Heaven and Earth. 'Dark Sword' Dugu Jin, I've heard his name. That year, from the Sea of Suffering, I even chanced an encounter with him, barely escaping his blade."

Tang Yanzhang: ...

The Poisonous Demon Dragon said, "Alright, time's up. Let us hope today's banquet has unexpected guests.

Tang Yanzhang, do you think the Sword Alliance will send someone to rescue you?"

Said it did, it laughed again, before pulling Tang Yanzhang from the poison pool, breaking the shackles, and casting him to the side of the pool.

Like a puppet, Tang Yanzhang stood up. His once-arrogant head now hung low; he was resigned to becoming a delicacy for his master.

No matter how strong the will, before external forces, it will inevitably change.

His prideful bones were utterly shattered.

The Poisonous Demon Dragon swayed its hips towards the door, with Tang Yanzhang trailing closely behind like a shadow.

As they reached the door, the Poisonous Demon Dragon suddenly halted, staring perplexedly at the figure in the doorway, asking curiously, "Insect True Person, when did you change into such a peculiar body?"

The grey-robed youth stepped forward, saying, "This secret is not meant for a third party's ears," while closing the door behind him and casting a barrier technique to isolate aura.

The Poisonous Demon Dragon's eyes swept over the technique, grinning, "What do you intend to do?"

Though it sensed something unusual, it held sufficient confidence.

...

...

A moment later...

The Poisonous Demon Dragon vanished, or rather, it had become part of Song Yan's divine thought.

The divine thought of the True Insect Person scattered into the wind.

The grey-robed youth then turned his gaze towards Tang Yanzhang.

Tang Yanzhang's eyes turned green, his mind a muddle, with dwindling vitality.

From the Poisonous Demon Dragon's divine thoughts, Song Yan knew...this ancient patriarch of the Formless Ancient Race had been altered into a poison body wholly aligned with the Poisonous Demon Dragon. Without its possession, he was near death.

Song Yan retracted his aura.

To Tang Yanzhang's faint perception, the Poisonous Demon Dragon had vanished completely.

After a short pause, Tang Yanzhang unexpectedly spoke, breaking the silence, asking with difficulty, "Sword...Sword Alliance?"

Song Yan was taken aback, replying in a deep voice, "Yes."

Tang Yanzhang remained silent for a long time, then continued with effort, "How...how many years have passed?"

Song Yan responded, "Two thousand years."

"Two thousand years...it's already...been two thousand years?" Tang Yanzhang could no longer think, as the person's words naturally became reality in his mind.

"Then...then now, how...how...is it outside?" he stammered, ending in a violent cough, expelling not blood but a green liquid.

Song Yan explained, "Today is actually the Sword Alliance's siege, with this Celestial Demon City destroyed. The old man has found a way to salvation, the Heavenly Calamity Beasts are retreating, and the Netherworld's Qi is being suppressed. The old man says you've performed admirably, surpassing even Sword Madness."

"Is it..."

"Is that so...?"

"Ha..."

Tang Yanzhang slowly collapsed, lying weakly on the ground, with a faint smile gracing his lips, muttering, "Th-Thank you..."

His body gradually dissolved into green poison, utterly erased.

Cause and effect eliminated, divine soul reincarnated.

Freed from the Poisonous Demon Dragon's control and untouched by its possession, this was his sole conclusion.

Memories of Tang Yanzhang flashed through Song Yan's mind. Watching the air, he softly uttered, "Farewell."

Turning, he vanished from the locale, unknown to those there.

He merely casually stepped into Celestial Demon Great Yang Capital, instinctively slaying both the Eighth Floor Master and the Eighth Floor Master.

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