After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 178 177. Late Purple Mansion, Perfect Hundred Years (8.1K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
For most people in the Xuan Cultivation Realm, words like "Soul Threshold" and "Evil Treasure" are extremely unfamiliar. Perhaps only those who have reached the Crimson Palace Realm, that is, the level of elders in ordinary small sects, are barely qualified to hear such words.

But everyone who hears about "Soul Threshold" will subconsciously feel it is mysterious and terrifying.

This is especially true for the sects around the Soul Threshold.

The Ice Mirror Soul Threshold has existed for more than 1,200 years. It has been opened and closed during this period. Countless people have entered to explore it, including the ancients, but the mortality rate is extremely high. Therefore, it has been left there unattended. Until this year, the demon ancestor of the mountain and sea demon clan came and took away the evil treasure.

Why?

Is it that there is no strong person in the ancient clan who can pick it in advance?
Even Zifu knows very little about this secret.

But the divine infants, especially those with family background, all knew the reasons clearly.

The reason is simple: creatures from the underworld.

When the Soul Threshold was first born, there were still those terrifying underworld creatures in the Soul Threshold, and the weakest of them could tear apart the Purple Mansion Realm.

Therefore, generally, the soul threshold will be left alone after being born, and it will take at least several hundred years before people start trying to enter.

Therefore, the "maturation time" of a Shabao is very long, basically a thousand years.

But this "Sha Bao" is hard currency, because if the Divine Infant wants to cross the Sea of ​​Bitterness in the later stage, it has to ask for Sha Bao, and has to use Sha Bao to share the effect of the invasion of obsession, so as to cross the ocean full of great obsessions.

But now, the monks in this land suddenly began to hear some rumors.

It is said that "a mere junior in the early Purple Mansion stage could forcefully kill Ye Suiyun, the great elder of the ancient Night King clan, who was also in the early Divine Infant stage, in front of Vimalapo, who was in the late Divine Infant stage, just because he had the evil treasure of the King of Henchmen".

It is said that "the evil treasure of the King of Henchmen is a special evil treasure. It not only has the function of dispersing the invasion of obsessions, but also has more complex and profound mysteries. Whoever obtains it will be able to easily pass through the sea of ​​suffering, have a smooth journey, and reach a realm above the Divine Infant without any risk."

It is said that "the evil treasure of the henchman also has a powerful protective effect. It is precisely because of this effect that a mere young man in the early stage of Purple Mansion could survive for a whole month at the hands of Vimala and Indra the Elephant King."

It is said that "one of the evil treasures of the King of Henchmen is worth ten ordinary evil treasures."

There are so many rumors, and they are becoming more and more outrageous and exaggerated.

Although the mountain and sea monsters retreated, more spies sneaked into this land and began to exaggerate and fan the flames everywhere.

It is even said that Vimala and Indra the Elephant King did not go far, but squatted on the land of Kuching.

What's more, the ancient teleportation array that was originally likely to be destroyed was preserved for some reason.
Many people want to muddy the waters and get Song Yan to step in, so that they can then kill people and seize treasures.

A year later, winter
Song Yan was allocated a room in the ancestral garden of the Wuxiang ancient clan. At this time, he was walking in the courtyard, so naturally he knew all the rumors outside.

But since there are yellow birds like Vilamva and Indra, and the Insect King is a demon monk, this matter is doomed to fail.
If the evil monk were to come looking for him, he would definitely cause chaos.

And he must also make use of the power of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

War is almost inevitable.

And there is nothing that can be done about exposure.

At this time, he should have been on the run, hiding everywhere, and struggling to deal with the pursuers who came one after another. However, he changed all this because of his pursuit and persistence in his ideals.

If he had not longed for freedom and never given up, he would not have been able to comprehend the "Demon Diagram of Freedom".

All this is because he added dreams to his hard work and wisdom.

Song Yan was sincerely moved.

Suddenly, he paused and sniffed.

He smelled the fragrance.

The fragrance came from the dining hall in the garden. A beautiful woman was cooking noodles seriously, and under the eaves were some pickled sausages, bacon and the like.

Although her body was young, her expression was old-fashioned, with a maturity that came with age, and a vicissitudes of life that could easily make a child call her "grandmother-in-law".

Although she is pretty and graceful, she is by no means stunningly beautiful, let alone stunningly beautiful.

When she was cooking noodles, she stared at the water in the pot with her eyes fixed without blinking, waiting for it to boil, just like watching the fire in front of the alchemy furnace day and night.

There was no need for her to do so, because she was already at the Crimson Palace Realm and could definitely feel the heat even with her eyes closed, but she had already gotten used to it.

She was used to being serious, used to staring at one place, used to having memories flowing in her eyes.

Only old people love to reminisce.

She is already old.

It is precisely because of these reasons that even though she reunited with her lover, she found that they were no longer suitable for each other, because the other person they expected was still the same as more than a hundred years ago.

But now, the two began to look forward to each other again.

An Li worked hard to learn how to cook. She followed the recipe meticulously, weighed the ingredients and spices into exact quantities, and then put them into the pot at the exact time. She then watched the condition of the food in the pot as if she were observing a fire, stirring with her chopsticks from time to time.

A thin cloud of smoke soon rose from the chimney of the old-style house. The snow around the chimney had melted long ago, but the snow in the yard had piled up into several layers. At this time, snowflakes began to fall intermittently from the iron-grey sky.

As the sky was getting dark, the candlelight in the house began to light up. An Li grabbed the iron pot and walked out the door. She glanced at Song Yan and said, "Dinner is ready. Come and eat it while it's hot."

After saying that, she quickly went to the corner of the yard, scooped water from the water tank and quickly soaked it into the pot, then took the handle of the pot scrubber and quickly scrubbed it clean.

Song Yan warmed his hands on both sides of the large porcelain bowl, closed his eyes and sniffed the aroma of the noodle soup and some toppings on the noodle soup, including the poached eggs, his heart full of disbelief.

It is like a bohemian prodigal who has traveled across mountains and rivers suddenly has a home, and his heart, which has been lonely and painful for who knows how many years, suddenly has a chance to find peace.

This feeling is particularly wonderful, especially for someone like him who has long been deceitful to everyone and no longer tells the truth.

He still couldn't believe that someone would cry out of worry about him.

Song Yan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He indulged in lust because he had no more precious feelings. Now that he has them, he stops indulging in lust in order to protect them, because these feelings have given him enjoyment far beyond indulgence.

Killing can be deep, cunning can be deep, indulgence can be deep, and love can also be deep.

He decided to go all the way because it made him happy, a kind of happiness that came from "getting what he wanted".

He is not a murderous person, but if anyone wants to destroy his happiness, he will make that person regret coming into this world.

In order to make this happiness perfect, he had already put his heart into it and removed the ancient blood slave talisman.

After a moment, An Li sat opposite Song Yan, warming the bowl of noodles with her hands, and looked up at the man in the dark opposite her. The man did not have Senior Brother Bai's face or personality, but it seemed that it no longer mattered.

She looked at him quietly, feeling an indescribable sweetness in her heart, but also a strange fear.

"I"

She spoke hoarsely.

Then she coughed again, cleared her throat, looked at the man who was looking at her seriously, and said seriously, "I want to have a snowball fight."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but laugh softly.

Over the past year or so, he has already known what kind of woman An Li is now.

Old-fashioned and rigid, her temperament is like that of an old professor in a private school or an old nun in a church.

Can you imagine a strict old professor or an old nun having a snowball fight?

An Li stared at him motionlessly, listening to his laughter, her expression becoming more serious.

Song Yan picked up the chopsticks, took a big mouthful of noodles, and slurped them up. While eating, he said, "Hurry up, it's getting dark."

An Li said seriously: "It's dark now, we can use lanterns."

Song Yan said: "We have to have the snowball fight today, whether we want to or not, right?"

An Li said: "That's not what I meant."

Song Yan smiled and said, "That's not what I meant."

Seeing him smile, An Li also laughed softly, then lowered her head and quickly ate the noodles.

Her craftsmanship has improved a lot.

After dinner, the two stood in the snow and had a snowball fight, but they only played a few times casually. When their clothes were covered with snow, they stopped. An Li sighed in annoyance and said, "I don't know why, I can never find a relaxing feeling. I always want to do everything seriously, even a snowball fight."

Song Yan suddenly said: "Then don't make the elixir."

Without hesitation, An Li said, "No!"

Song Yan protected her shoulders with both hands and said softly: "Alchemy has become your obsession, but this obsession is not necessarily a higher pursuit, but a kind of escape.

You make the elixir when you feel bad, you make the elixir when you feel lonely, and as you make the elixir, you give yourself a reason to do something serious, but in fact you are just escaping deeper and deeper. There is no difference between you making the elixir and a drunkard drowning his sorrows in alcohol. "

"There is a difference!"

An Li's face turned red with anger, and she even found it difficult to control her temper.

How could she allow anyone to slander her efforts over the past two hundred years?

But soon, she realized who the person in front of her was, and a feeling of anxiety and fear suddenly emerged.

She sighed softly and looked down at her toes with an expression that said "Is this screwed up?" and "This is completely beyond her ability to think."

She stood motionless, stiff in the snow.

Until she was embraced and heard a voice that was not angry.

"Try to change your life and practice."

An Li asked hesitantly: "Then what else can I do?"

Song Yan said: "The sword practice is the main thing, and the alchemy practice is the auxiliary. You just need to go out and practice more. When you make the alchemy, others kill monsters for you. Why don't you try it yourself?"

After a moment, he felt the chin on his shoulder tap lightly.

It's quiet at night.

The two of them did not sleep together in the same bed.

An Li fell asleep on the couch.

Song Yanze sat in the courtyard and raised his hand to open a jade slip.

A dazzling light suddenly exploded from the jade slip. It was a giant golden pillar that could tear apart everything.

If you want to practice the secret art of your own destiny, you need to see this secret art of your own destiny.

In order for him to get started as quickly as possible, Ancestor Ning Xin even gave him the original copy of "The Hundred Aspects of Birth and Death" which was treasured by the clan, so that he could study it day and night in the hope of gaining enlightenment as soon as possible.

The Wuxiang Ancient Clan obviously has high expectations of him.

Song Yan gestured and comprehended seriously.

Suddenly, he felt someone was looking down at him from above. He did not hide, but turned into a ray of rainbow light and went straight up. When he reached the top of the mountain, he saw the goddess in green looking at him intently.

Ever since Song Yan returned a year ago, the relationship between him and Ancestor Ning Xin has been somewhat strange.

Previously, Ancestor Ning Xin proposed the idea that "If you have entered the early stage of Divine Infant in five hundred years, why not let me continue your bloodline for you?" This was based on her belief that Song Yan was the reincarnation of the ancestor of their clan, but now the man in front of her was just a little guy.

A normal ancestor would definitely think, "Why should I allow my big cart to be pulled by a pony? Isn't this ridiculous?", but Ancestor Ning Xin felt that this little guy had unlimited potential.

Ancestor Ning Xin would not think that by integrating the thoughts of a divine infant he could possess the aura of his own race. This little fellow must have been spotted by the ancestor near the Tianchi Lake, so he spent a huge price to temporarily give this little fellow the characteristics of his own race.

The First Ancestor saw great potential in him, but he was an outsider, so she had to further tie this little guy to the clan on an emotional level through "marriage".

But who in the family can match this little guy? Who can attract this little guy?
She still has to do it herself.

For the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, she is willing to do anything, let alone marriage?

"Actually, I don't mind you sleeping with other women, otherwise the clan leader wouldn't allow you to find female cultivators to serve you at will when you are away." Ancestor Ning Xin said calmly.

Song Yan said, "The night is long, and this is all the old man is telling me?"

Ancestor Ning Xin said, "I want to recognize An Li as my sister. I will announce this to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and will use the resources of my Wuxiang Ancient Clan to support her cultivation in the future."

Song Yan said: "Okay."

Only then did Ancestor Ning Xin breathe a sigh of relief.

She could see that there was still a pure land in the heart of this little guy, and An Li was this little guy's pure land, so she must be good to An Li and tie An Li to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. As long as this little guy had no ulterior motives, then this would be a win-win outcome.

"Don't even think about going out these past few years. There are many people out there who want to cause trouble for you. As for Enli, if she wants to gain experience, I will make arrangements for her."

"Okay." Song Yan agreed directly, and then said, "But, Old Ancestor, you have to know one thing. If something happens to An Li, something will definitely happen to me too."

Ancestor Ning Xin became really curious. She looked at the little guy in front of her who looked like a teenager to her, and asked in surprise, "How can you still love a woman so sincerely?
If you say that you love in order to develop protective thoughts, I don't find it strange, but you have already broken through to the middle stage of Purple Mansion, and you still believe in love?
You...you should be almost 200 years old, right?"

The green-robed goddess couldn't help laughing when she said this. The attitude of the young man in front of her reminded her of her most naive time countless years ago. Those days had long been blurred, and the meaning of those days was to make her understand how stupid the so-called love was.

But the young man in front of me may have countless labels, but "stupid" is definitely not one of them.

The more people know him, the more they understand that this boy's character, opportunities and methods are all temporary.

It was for these reasons that, after serious consideration, Ancestor Ning Xin decided to protect the young man at all costs and continue to fulfill the original marriage agreement.

Song Yan said: "Since this kind of emotion exists, we should face it squarely."

The beautiful face of the green-robed goddess suddenly melted like a snowy mountain, her eyes were filled with spring water, and her lips became moist. Compared with An Li's stiffness, her change from indifference to charm happened almost in an instant. If Wang Susu had seen this change, she would definitely call her teacher, and then observe and think about it repeatedly in order to grasp the essence from it.

The cold wind blows the snow, the green clothes are like a dream, and the rippling eyes are like a spring dream that suddenly comes.

The green-robed goddess suddenly lifted her chin to her hand and looked at the young man, saying softly, "Tonight, no matter where you want to look or touch, I will give you a chance."

This was just a small test for her.

If Song Yan refuses, she will torture An Li to death, because she knows that An Li is Song Yan's lifeline.

If Song Yan agreed, she would force herself to be in Song Yan's heart, because she knew that the boy hadn't touched a woman for a whole year, and she also knew how terrifyingly attractive she was at this moment.

If the young man was singing every night, it might be useless, but this moment was the perfect opportunity.

Wherever he chose to look or touch, her image would be imprinted in his mind.

Because she was originally very beautiful, her body was far more perfect than Enri's. The next moment, she saw the boy in front of her showing hesitation.

The green-clothed goddess smiled faintly and said softly, "Don't you dare?"

The young man gritted his teeth, as if he was enduring it.

The green-robed goddess suddenly felt something was wrong.

Then she saw the young man stand up and walk towards her.

After a while.
A humming sound came from the top of the mountain, accompanied by the goddess's surprised cry of "Once, I said just once", but it was quickly drowned out by the rebuttal.

"It's an opportunity, not something you can only touch once."

"woooooo"

for a long time
Old Ancestor Ning Xin spat fiercely. Even though she had lived for thousands of years, she had rarely seen such a shameless man.
The old ancestor's cheeks flushed, and he said with a slightly annoyed look: "You'd better succeed in practicing the "Hundred Aspects of Life and Death" quickly, and don't let me down! Otherwise, I will make you pay!"

Song Yan said: "In order to marry you, I will definitely do it."

Grandmaster Ning Xin suddenly said, "I will tell An Li about this tomorrow."

Although she had seen a lot in the world, she was not as unscrupulous as the Demon Mother Su Yao. At this moment, her tone actually carried a hint of revenge, because the little guy had just gone too far.

Song Yan didn't answer, but just laughed, and then asked: "Should we do it again?"

The next moment, he felt a cool breeze coming.

Song Yan was forced to go down the mountain.

The next day.

Ancestor Ning Xin directly accepted An Li as his sister, and then held a small banquet in the presence of some elders from the family.

After the banquet, An Li's seniority and status rose rapidly.

The relationship between her and Song Yan became a family secret and was not allowed to be disclosed to outsiders.

An Li had more than enough resources for cultivation, and she also began to go out for training with the elites of the clan.

Song Yan never left the ancestral secret realm, but An Li went in and out.

As time went by, she started to become active and her conservative temperament gradually melted away. She began to excitedly tell Song Yan about some of the things she had seen and heard outside, because she actually knew very little about this land.

In the words of the world before Song Yan traveled through time, An Li was actually an "alchemy-oriented socially anxious otaku girl" who would stay at home until she died and would continue to do so in her next life.

And now, she wants to change herself, so she works hard to do it, and then she finds that she has really changed.

The vicissitudes and old age began to disappear, and the liveliness in nature returned.

An Li walked out of the lonely world that was like a prison. She had Song Yan, a sister, and more friends.

She is very close to Ancestor Ning Xin.

Because if Ancestor Ning Xin wanted a young girl who was inexperienced in the world to get close to her, it would be easy as pie.

As his acquaintance deepened, Elder Ning Xin finally understood what it was about this little girl that attracted the genius of the clan.

A monster, especially a monster that dances on the edge of a knife all year round and wanders between life and death, needs this kind of "true love" from a little girl, not to mention that the two have known each other for nearly two hundred years.

After realizing all these things, Elder Ning Xin became more relieved towards Song Yan.

Because if the latter wanted to cause trouble, it shouldn't be like this at all.

Now, the only thing she cared about was how long it would take Song Yan to master the "Hundred Aspects of Birth and Death Posture".

Ten years passed in a flash.
An Li successfully broke through to the late stage of Crimson Palace. Except for the first Crimson Palace Blood, the rest were configured according to the top-level Crimson Palace Pills.

Outside the secret realm, many people were looking for Song Yan, but Song Yan didn't want to go out at all.

He knew that people outside really wanted him to leave the secret realm, but the more they wanted him to leave, the more he could practice peacefully in the secret realm.

He had already made plans to stay in this ancient clan's secret realm for several hundred years.

He has always been very patient.

He had to run away because someone was chasing him before, so why is he still wandering around now?

Demon Mother Su Yao's sacrifice?

Soul threshold turbulence?

Demons from the mountains and seas are causing chaos?

Their opponent is the ancient tribe, not him.

Another ten years have passed
An Li successfully reached the peak of the Crimson Palace Realm, and then, under the guidance of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, went to a mysterious place in Mount Guye.

Outside the secret realm, the people looking for Song Yan thought that Song Yan should come out, however, they made a mistake.

Not only did Song Yan not come out, he also resumed his old business in the ancient clan garden - leather making.

Now that his identity was revealed, the art of making a fortune through "shadow puppetry" was naturally known to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

The shadow puppets he made were good, powerful, and extremely convenient. Many people from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan practiced the "Skin Controlling Technique" because of his shadow puppet technology.

Song Yan did not keep anything to himself. He recorded "The Art of Ten-Finger Magic Skin" and even "The Divine Control of a Hundred Aspects" into jade slips and placed them in the library of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

The original version of "Bai Xiang Shen Yu" by Shi Zuo Weng actually only included some low- and medium-level monsters at the Lianxuan level, but Song Yan had already expanded this version to a wider range.

If Shi Zuo Weng came up with the idea of ​​"Bai Xiang Shen Yu", then Song Yan has thoroughly developed it.

When one reaches the Xuan level, he can split his soul to explore faraway places. The strategic value of this technique has been greatly raised. "Bai Xiang Shen Yu" has directly become an important core technique of the Wu Xiang Ancient Clan.

The shadow puppets made by Song Yan are becoming more and more popular.

Many family disciples even began to actively hunt monsters and then send them to the ancestral secret realm.

Song Yan is a person who returns a favor.

He was able to know An Li and gain her true love, all thanks to Wang Susu. Otherwise, with An Li's personality, he would never know, or even if he knew, it would be too late. But Wang Susu saved him from such regret.

In addition, Wang Susu was an old friend who came out of the Puppet Sect with him, so he would allow Wang Susu to come to the secret realm every once in a while to make leather with him.

During this period, he taught all his leatherworking experience, and at the same time quietly passed on the secret techniques such as "God Devouring a Hundred Aspects" and "Hundred Aspects of the Demonic Body", which had been eliminated by him but were still extremely valuable, to Junior Sister Susu.

As for Yu Xuanwei, she is continuing to consolidate her Purple Mansion initial stage, which is a very long process.

For Song Yan's sake, the Wuxiang Ancient Clan made arrangements for Yu Xuanwei and Wang Susu.

Yu Xuanwei was arranged to be a worship elder in a large sect called "Shenshui Sword Palace". This "Shenshui Sword Palace" is equivalent to a super enhanced version of "Nanwu Sword Sect" and is particularly suitable for those with water roots to practice.

Wang Susu opened a small force called "Yingzhai" in Guye Mountain. As the owner of Yingzhai, Wang Susu was considered a part of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. Her mission was to teach the ancient clan members who wanted to learn shadow puppetry, or the local sect talents who were selected to study in Guye Mountain.

This is a very lucrative job.

One day, the ground was covered with snow and light snow was falling.

Song Yan was sitting under the eaves making leather. Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, but he did not move, allowing the cold snowball to slowly cut through the space and land on his cheek.

When I looked up, I saw Junior Sister An Li standing in the distance, laughing heartily.

The sound of "Hahaha, hahaha" came from afar.

Silver sword robe, straightforward face, soft appearance.

Time has changed her.

Song Yan accepted her.

But after being accepted by Song Yan, she worked hard to change herself and return to her former appearance.

It’s like “after traveling through mountains and rivers, she may have aged and experienced some vicissitudes of life, but when she returns, she has become the original her.”

This is her without repression, this is her original self.

She left a tear in Song Yan's heart.

Song Yan encouraged her and turned her back into the girl who loved to laugh and make faces.

Her timidity, humility, stubbornness and old-fashionedness have all disappeared because she has realized that someone is caring for her and she is being cared for very well.

At this moment, she stood there with her hands on her hips, full of energy, looking at Song Yan provocatively, then made a face and said with a smile: "Do you like my snowball?"

A dreamy feeling arose from Song Yan's heart.

And just then.

An Li made another snowball and smashed it on Song Yan's forehead, then burst into laughter.

Song Yan put down the leather making machine, stood up suddenly, and raised his five fingers. The sky and the earth were lifted up by him. The accumulated snow floated in the air and was precisely controlled by him to turn into hundreds of thousands of snowballs, covering the sky and the sun, and overlapping each other above the courtyard.

"Chengen Lianshan Fa" is a spell that even the top geniuses need decades to comprehend. However, what Song Yan is using at this time is the "Five Actions" which was eventually evolved from "Chengen Lianshan Fa".

This movement can connect the five elements of the surrounding heaven and earth.

However, it was the first time that he used this terrifying secret technique to make snowballs.

An Li looked at the tens of thousands of snowballs and fell into a brief daze, then she suddenly rushed towards Song Yan.

Song Yan loosened his five fingers.

In mid-air, tens of thousands of snowballs began to fall and smash down.

And just when it was about to hit An Li, this graceful female cultivator had already passed through numerous obstacles and arrived in front of Song Yan.

Just when Song Yan thought she was going to hide under the eaves, An Li suddenly raised her hand quickly, grabbed him, and then pulled him to jump into the snowballs falling from the sky.

Snapped.

Snapped.

clap clap.

Endless snowballs hit the two of them repeatedly.

The two figures flying in the air seemed to stand still, and the world also pressed the slow button.

They looked at each other, looked at each other seriously, and then hugged each other tightly.

When it landed on the ground, it was buried by those snowballs.

That night
The candle was blown out.

The two finally became deeply integrated into each other.

At dawn, little An Li snuggled happily in Song Yan's arms and whispered, "In a few days, I will break through the Purple Mansion. Sister Ning Xin specially arranged a Xuanxin for me so that I can directly finish the initial consolidation."

"In Mount Guye?"

"Well, I am a wood Xuangen now. The Xuanxin of Guye Mountain is special, it has all five elements, so the Xuanxin also takes into account the five elements." After An Li finished speaking, she hugged her husband's waist tightly again, put her cheek against his, and said softly, "I'm afraid I won't see you for a long time, I will miss you."

The nearest Mu Xuanxuanxin is in Guye Mountain, but it takes half a month to get to the Ancestral Secret Realm from Guye Mountain, so a month is gone in total.

Song Yan stroked her hair and said, "Practice is more important. Don't get hung up on love affairs."

Enri's petite body came up again.

Song Yan reminded: "The righteous dual cultivation method can only be used once a day."

An Li said, "I don't care, auntie!"

More than ten days later, An Li left.

Song Yan resumed his life alone.

Over the past twenty years, he felt that his state of mind had been improved as never before, and the missing piece of the puzzle had finally been completed. His regrets and his inner demons had all disappeared because of Enli's existence.

In the blink of an eye, eighty years have passed.

It won’t be long until the Wuxiang Ancient Clan’s centennial gathering.

Song Yan has stayed here quietly for so many years. No matter what happens outside, he doesn't care and will not go out.

Anyone who had been waiting for him had already returned disappointed.

Those who want to kill people and steal treasures, and those who want to fight for the "King of Demons' Treasures" have also lost their patience.
The "news" outside has changed one after another, and "The King's Treasure" has become a rumor from a hundred years ago. Even if Song Yan goes out again at this time, he will be far less conspicuous than before.

On this day, Song Yan glanced at the panel:
【Name: Song Yan】

【Shouyuan: 291/2241449】

[Mystical Art of Life: The Free Demon Diagram]

Then, he began to seriously comprehend "The Hundred Aspects of Birth and Death" through wisdom and sweat.

He sat in the yard from morning till dusk, and the practice of the pole was completed.

On the picture of the free and easy demon, the elegant and carefree immortal slightly raised his empty palm, and golden light appeared on his palm. A long golden stake emerged, and then the next moment, the entire picture of the free and easy demon suddenly turned into a ball of thick fog and "whoosh" into the long golden stake.

boom!
The pile appeared, and once it appeared, it pierced the sky, reflecting the sunset, and the clouds and fog were rising.

By the Tianchi Lake, the goddess in green was sitting in meditation with her eyes closed. Suddenly she felt something and opened her eyes abruptly. Seeing the towering pile, her face showed surprise and joy.

She subconsciously glanced at the Tianchi Lake beside her.

The water in the pool was boiling. The mysterious black and white dragon broke through the water slightly and stared quietly at the life and death stake. Then it nodded slightly to show its approval and satisfaction, and then disappeared into the water again.

At the same time, thunderclouds gathered in the sky.

A small catastrophe is coming!

(End of this chapter)