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Chapter 222. The cuckoo takes over the magpie's nest, and the ancestor returns to his position (221K words - please subscribe)
Deep in the sea of ​​suffering, there is an unnamed island.

Song Yan's figure moved and he had already reached the depths of the island.

A crystal human-shaped skeleton was sitting cross-legged, with nothing in front of it.

Song Yan was not surprised. There had never been sweet plums on the roadside. How could such an opportunity, born under the eyes of the Lord of Heaven and Earth, be passed down to a later person? If it really came to him, he would have to be alert again.

The mysterious breeze rose again.

Song Yan looked and saw that it was the obsession in the air that touched the crystal skeleton, and after being purified, it naturally turned into a breeze.

Even though this skeleton is dead, it still leaves a fragrance. It sits in the center of the sea of ​​suffering, as if it wants to save the obsessive demons in the world.

An inexplicable respect arose from the bottom of his heart.

Thinking of the performance of Ning Daozhen, the mysterious old man from the "Tianqi Sword Palace" in the void before, Song Yan vaguely realized that the white stone that he accidentally touched was most likely part of this skeleton, or at least had a great relationship with it.

In the past, Ning Daozhen revealed the trap that Wuxiang Ancestor had set for him, which made him decisively discard the black and white double dragon bracelet.

Now, this mysterious skeleton helped him to be reborn from the ashes, realize his true innate artistic conception and innate writing, and also defeated the fire dragon.

"The grace of saving life, the grace of rebirth
Although this cause and effect was unintentional by the senior, isn't this also the fate between you and me?
Unfortunately, I don’t know the senior’s name or his glorious deeds.

But I think if I watched it, I wouldn't be able to see how serious it was, just like a mayfly looking at the sky, which would make me a laughing stock to you, senior."

Song Yan smiled casually, then looked at the skeleton, then knelt down respectfully, supported himself with his hands, kowtowed three times, then turned and left.

There was no adventure, no accident, and no magical skill inheritance by kowtow.

This is just a grateful young man's respect for his ancestors.

Song Yan's heart felt more fulfilled than ever before.

He stood up and laughed.

There is life in the midst of mountains and rivers, and God will not abandon us.

He lives towards death, what could be happier in the world than this?

He came to the edge of the island, put his hands slightly behind his back, looked at the dark waves of the bitter sea, and took a step forward.

No ripples spread.

He continued to step.

It was clearly the soul that all the obsessive demons desired, exposed without any cover. It was clear that these obsessive demons should swarm in like hungry wolves, but nothing happened.
It’s like the immortal Yuxiao who occasionally gets tired of brewing immortal wine, and steps into the vast ocean, leisurely strolling in the garden, with every step being without ripples, and not affected by cause and effect.

The deep black ocean, the pure white human figure, and the crystal clear long hair are so incompatible, yet so fascinating.

Song Yan stood with his hands behind his back in the sea of ​​suffering. The world that looked like hell in the eyes of the divine infant was no different from ordinary ground in his eyes.

The words of the Lesser Heavenly Dao are "free". Those who understand them will not be affected by such cause and effect.

Song Yan walked in the sea of ​​suffering for a long time.

Although there is no scenery, there are other people's obsessions.

He recalled riding a bike to school before traveling through time, and the receding scenery on both sides, but this time the scenery was replaced by obsession.

He saw obsessions along the way, and things that others could not let go of until their death. How many regrets, how much remorse, and how much was irreparable?

His heart was not dry or old, but he could not help but feel a little more sentimental and experienced. He said to himself: "My obsession is like fire, it burns my whole life, but in the end, it is just a drop in the ocean."

'But is this obsession wrong?'

"There's nothing wrong with obsession, but the problem is that the obsession is too weak."

'If obsession can surpass the Buddha's voice, which Buddha can say that the four elements are empty? If it surpasses the sea of ​​suffering, even the Lord of Heaven and Earth would have to bow his head to see it. How can it be so insignificant?'

One day, a dazzling golden color appeared in the distance.

Song Yan recognized it.

That is the dark yellow substance.

On the other side of this sea of ​​suffering is actually an island made of dark yellow matter.

But he changed his mind and realized that the ruins of the exploration of the mysterious yellow matter in the void were not another destroyed world?
If this world were destroyed, the dark yellow matter he saw at this moment might become a resource sought after by others in the future. The land here might also be filled with underworld life.

He thought as he moved forward.

Two distinct forks in the road soon appeared on the island.

To the left, there is a huge purple list that goes all the way to the sky and the earth. On the list are vague names. Obviously, this is the list of gods. Those who are on the list of gods are protected by the Lord of Heaven and Earth and are also driven by him.

To the right, there is a dark path. At the end of the path there is a simple and ancient square, which looks like a teleportation array. Song Yan already knew from Ling Handeng that this is the place leading to the immortal position.

The immortal position does not provide any protection. You just need to go to the teleportation array, and then the teleportation array will send you to an isolated island on the edge of the world.

On that isolated island, you can obtain temporary Six Paths qualifications and the favor of the lunar and solar projection fire seeds, so that you can spend thousands of years to improve yourself and make your power pure.

From relying on heaven and earth, to possessing his own independent "power of one realm", and at the same time further comprehending his own natal characters.

"The power of one realm" is strength;
The natal character is Dharma.

The great way is extremely simple. It sounds complicated, but in fact it is nothing more than force and law.

However, this force and this method have far exceeded ordinary people's imagination, just like ants cannot understand why humans can burst out with such strength and punch.

For other half-step God-transforming cultivators, even if they completed this step and completely digested the power of the lunar and solar projection fire seeds, they had only comprehended half of their innate characters. However, Song Yan had not even set foot here yet, but his innate characters had already reached 60% progress.

It seems that there are many advantages, but the hard work involved is unimaginable to others.

Song Yan didn't hesitate and went straight to the right.

It doesn’t matter whether I become an immortal or not. The main thing is that I don’t want to hang a loop around my neck and then hand the rope to others.

brush.

A figure emerged on an island deep in the sea of ​​suffering.

Song Yan sat cross-legged in the center of the island and looked up.

The sky here is empty.

As he arrived, the haze in the void remained motionless and there was no movement.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, because in the memory he got from Ling Handeng, as long as he landed on the island, the sun and the moon would appear, and then he would be able to withstand the light.

Why didn't he come?

Soon, he had the answer.

Others who come here have bodies, that is, their natal secret treasures, but his natal secret treasure has completely disappeared, because isn’t the natal secret treasure also a kind of bondage?
However, Song Yan was not panicked.

The words "freedom" are in the Small Heavenly Dao. Those who understand it seem to have embarked on a completely different path compared to normal cultivators.

Normal cultivators need to practice hard to turn their natal secret treasure into a natal realm embryo, and then turn their natal realm embryo into a natal secret realm, and then be bound to their natal secret realm, sharing the same fate.

A free cultivator can directly "occupy the magpie's nest". As long as his understanding of the Dharma, or the text of the Lesser Heavenly Dao, is stronger than that of the other party, he will have the opportunity to seize everything from others and turn the cultivation of others' flesh and blood into his own power. If others have died, as long as the cause and effect of the power still exists, he can still transform it into others and enjoy the happiness of others. Even if those who are at a higher level than others are in the same way.

After a brief observation, Song Yan left the island, stepped into the bitter sea that separated the island, and soon arrived at another island.

one look.

The island is deserted.

He continued walking and came to the second island.

Look again.

The island was hazy, and there was obviously someone there. He seemed to be injured and was recovering so quickly that he didn't even notice him approaching.

Song Yan continued walking.
As he walked, he had a deeper understanding of this place called "Level 3 Cultivation Land".

Compared with the competition for resources and open and covert struggles in Level 1 and Level 2 Xiuxuan Land, the danger of Level 3 Xiuxuan Land lies in another place, that is, to resist the invasion of creatures from the underworld.

Every island here where there are divine cultivators is a front line. Most of the invading creatures from the underworld will randomly land on these islands, basically once every three thousand years. This is the great calamity of the ancient clan that occurs once every three thousand years.

The Divine Transformation cultivator had used up all his evil treasures when he came here, so he was unable to "return" to the human world. He could only fight against the creatures from the underworld on this island. At the same time, he further comprehended the words of the Lesser Heavenly Dao during this confrontation, hoping to go one step further and reach the so-called Xuanhuang realm.

Every cultivator here is lonely. They have paid a lot for strength. If they want to return to the human world, they can only go through the anchor point of their own clan and take over the bodies of their descendants. But in this way, the island will be empty. When the next catastrophe of three thousand years comes, no one knows what will happen.

Or like Ling Handeng, he could reach an agreement with the master of heaven and earth, and then explore the Sea of ​​Bitterness, seeking the secret to avoid the final doomsday catastrophe in the Sea of ​​Bitterness. In this way, even after three thousand years, the master of heaven and earth would abide by the agreement and help him carry the creatures of the underworld.

This is the rule of the Level 3 Xiuxuan Land.

Level 3 Xiuxuandi is to draw an island as a prison, with one person locked up on one island.

The monks here must either make further progress or be buried here.

Song Yan shook his head slightly.

He couldn't be chained to an island.

Fortunately, he can travel back and forth freely to the sea of ​​suffering.

Not being affected by cause and effect, isn’t this the power of freedom?
Just as he was thinking, Song Yan suddenly paused, and turned his head slightly to look at what looked like an island. He saw an exit suddenly appearing above the island. Lifeless creatures emitting a gloomy aura of the underworld were crawling out of the exit, and the one leading them was a corpse goblin with strange corpse spots floating all over its body.

Song Yan didn't know what corpse spots were before, but now he could tell at a glance that the corpse spots were just a very mutilated word "祭".

The psychic monk on the island suddenly sat up, muttering "How come you've come so early", and immediately started fighting with those creatures from the underworld.

Song Yan frowned slightly.

One falling leaf heralds the coming of autumn. What he saw was only a part of the overall situation. Since the creatures from the underworld had invaded here, it must be the same in many other places.

He glanced at the panel and knew from his lifespan that a hundred years had passed since he stepped into the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

But there should still be four or five hundred years before the great catastrophe of heaven and earth that occurs once every three thousand years.

'So this is an early invasion?'

'The world is in tatters, so it is normal for the invasion to intensify.'

Song Yan was watching, when suddenly his heart moved, and the Black Dragon Sword in his soul began to hum.

He quickly took out the Black Dragon Sword.

The Xuanlong Sword rotated quickly like a compass and soon designated a place. Song Yan followed the trail and saw an empty island.

The island was not deserted and there were no people on it, but there were creatures from the underworld wandering around.

The aura of the underworld permeates the air, covering the entire island, and there are clear footprints on the edge of the island. It is obvious that because there is no one guarding this island, the creatures from the underworld that invaded from here have successfully "escaped" and entered the sea of ​​suffering. It is presumed that they will drift to the human world and then form a soul threshold.

Song Yan felt it again.

Suddenly, I felt that this immortal position was empty. The immortal was dead, but the secret realm it gave birth to still existed. This immortal position was the immortal position of Wuxiang. 'It's really predestined. Then I am the ancestor of Wuxiang.'

Song Yan stepped onto the island.

The creatures from the underworld pounced.

Song Yan swung his sword a few times and cut off all the underworld creatures on the island like cutting tofu, then let out a breath.

The air was like a spring breeze, passing through the underworld. The breath that was not affected by cause and effect pushed away all the air of the underworld.

He came to the center of the island, and then used the small heavenly word "freedom". In a moment, a connection gradually formed between him and the "formless immortal position".

As the mind condensed, he gradually understood the current situation of the ancestral bloodline of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

His brows couldn't help but frown slightly.

While Song Yan was floating in the sea of ​​suffering, a hundred years had passed in the human world.

This century can be described as the most intense and tragic century.

The devil preys on the prey, while the gods fight against it.

Tang Yanzhang, who practiced the "Nine Sky Mad Sword Art" and vowed to catch up with the footsteps of the former "Sword Madness" and become the new ancestor of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, failed miserably in the low-level cultivation realm, was defeated by the poisonous dragon, and then died in battle.

The worsening of the situation made this world seem like a terminally ill body lying on a deathbed, with all kinds of problems spreading all over the body.

The secret realms of the gods and the secret realms of the immortals who had lost their ancestors were all mobilized one by one to block the entrances to the soul thresholds in order to buy a little time for the world to breathe.

The Wuxiang Ancient Clan lost its ancestor and naturally became a "discarded chess piece" to be used to fill the Soul Threshold.

Perhaps the Lord of Heaven and Earth hated Tang Changsheng, who betrayed Heaven and Earth and cooperated with the Heavenly Demon, so he forcibly sent all the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and even all the beings related to this clan back to the secret realm, and then threw them to a very terrifying soul threshold - the Black Lotus Soul Threshold.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang bang bang! !

The Divine Infant-level natural disaster water beasts, the Ice Crystal Dragons, were shattered like earthworms. As for the densely packed natural disaster water beasts following the dragon, they were riddled with holes, as if they had been randomly eaten by some picky monster, leaving them with holes and pits all over.

Numbers mean nothing in this kind of power.

Boom!

Under the dark clouds, a tsunami rose in the ocean again, accompanied by rumbling thunder and rapidly dropping temperature, and groups of water clouds rolled in from afar.

Outside the clouds there are dragons extending their claws, and inside the clouds there are dragons with icy scales.

These dragons rushed forward one after another, smashing the water curtain and diving into the deep black sea. Then they came to the bottom of the sea, passed those ice crystal dragons and natural disaster beasts that had died tragically, and then stirred up numerous space ripples and disappeared into a secret realm.

In the secret realm, the green-robed goddess no longer had the charm and coldness she had at the beginning. She was now sitting on a high cliff with disheveled hair. She waved her hand and emitted sound waves, which hit the dark cave entrance in the distance.

The tribesmen under him fought on their own.

The natural disaster ice crystal dragon flew over their heads, but paid no attention to these people and rushed towards the same cave entrance.

The hole was bottomless, like a hole torn in a piece of paper.

On the hole, a strange black lotus was blooming beautifully.

The lotus has twelve petals, and if you look closely, you will see that each petal is a flame.

The flames burned through the weak spatial barrier, allowing the creatures from the underworld behind them to enter here unhindered.

The corpse monsters in the underworld at the level of divine infants have become minions.

The corpse goblins from the underworld are crawling out.

Tang Ning's eyes were bloodshot and filled with despair.

And beside Tang Ningxin, the petite An Li, the beautiful Yu Xuanwei, and Wang Susu had all returned.

The three women were pulled in by force, and they didn't understand why this happened. At this time, they also used their strength to fight hard.

Suddenly, a scream came from below.

Tang Ningxin looked over and saw that yet another member of the tribe had his neck twisted by the corpse monster from the underworld and was thrown aside casually.

"It's all your fault!" Tang Ning's heart suddenly couldn't hold back anymore. She looked at Yu Xuanwei and the other girls and started shouting hysterically, "If it weren't for you, Song Yan wouldn't have come back, the ancestor wouldn't have died, and we wouldn't have ended up like this!"

After saying that, she bit her lips and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Finally, she couldn't hold it back anymore and started to cry, murmuring "Why is this happening, why?"
However, the only response she got was screams.

Even though more and more divine infant disaster beasts joined the battle, more and more tribesmen were still dying.

During these one hundred years, she had mustered her greatest courage and used her utmost strength to revive the ancient clan, but now... everything was in vain, and everything had come to an end.

Tang Ningxin wiped away her tears fiercely, stood up and flew up, her eyes red, facing the ignorant and endless creatures of the underworld. Suddenly, she seemed to have sensed something and retreated back to the cliff. She felt the mysterious connection with doubt and uncertainty, and then she murmured like crazy with a look of worry and expectation: "Ancestor? Is it the Ancestor? Is it you?"

Song Yan successfully obtained the body of the Wuxiang Ancestor, and sensed the connection with Tang Ningxin. He thought to himself: "Sure enough, little Ningxin and Wuxiang Ancestor have always been connected."

However, he did not reply because he had more important things to do.

After a while.
Song Yan returned to his own immortal island.

This time, the haze was gone and dissipated in an instant, replaced by a clear and majestic sky filled with day and month.

The sun and the moon never meet each other, but at this moment they are in the sky at the same time, chasing each other as if they were one.

The sunlight was scorching and the moonlight was soft, and the light fell on Song Yan at this moment.

This is not the true lunar sun, but only a projection.

The function of this projected fire seed is to further refine the "natal realm embryo" and transform it into the "natal secret realm".

However, Song Yan already possessed the "Secret Realm of His Own Life".

The lunar and solar fire seeds had nowhere to go. Song Yan sensed this and began to slowly gather the projected fire seeds with his five fingers raised.

Soon, another tributary of the long pure white river branched off and landed on Song Yan.

This is the "temporary six-path qualification" whose function is to help practitioners give birth to "tribe members" and form a bloodline anchor.

However, there are already clansmen in Song Yan’s “secret realm of destiny”.

The temporary six-path qualification became nowhere to go, and turned into pure reincarnation perception that fell on Song Yan. Song Yan closed his eyes and experienced it carefully.
It appears in an instant and disappears in an instant.

What would take others at least three thousand years to digest, could be accomplished in a moment for Song Yan, who possessed incredible wisdom.

Song Yan glanced at the panel.

[Realm: Divine Transformation]

[Xiao Tiandao text: Comfortable (90/100)]

And at the tip of his finger there was a ray of mysterious golden flame filled with great power. The gold in the flame gradually changed. It seemed to be all gold, but in fact it was as scorching as the sun and as cold as the bright moon.

Song Yan looked at the flame, then at the free progress, raised his head and took a deep breath. The free air made him feel extremely comfortable.

His further understanding of the "freedom of small heavenly way words" made him feel that his whole body was filled with a strange and mysterious power.

After a moment of realization, he suddenly understood.

If the progress is at "60", he will not be affected by cause and effect and can take over other people's bodies at will.

Then when he reaches the "90" progress, he will be extremely difficult to be spied on. Once he gets rid of his flesh and blood body, unless someone is much stronger than him, there is no way to find him.

"Ancestor?"

"Ancestor?"

Xiao Ningxin's voice could be heard from time to time.

Song Yan finally uttered a "hmm".

Tang Ning burst into laughter and was ecstatic. She could never have imagined that the ancestor was not dead.

She shouted happily: "The ancestor is still here, the ancestor is still here, everyone retreat and form a front together. As long as we can hold on until the ancestor returns, there is still hope!"

The tribe, which had been at the end of its strength, regained hope in the eyes of the members of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who were struggling and waiting to die.

Hope also flashed in the eyes of Yu Xuanwei and others.

Who wants to die if they can avoid it?
On the land where black lotus bloomed, ice crystal dragons flew through the air, and from the dark caves, creatures from the bitter sea were still crawling out.

At this moment, a dead member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan suddenly moved. Tang Ningxin looked over first and saw a pure and transparent soul floating up.

The spirit's eyes were raised, and its crystal clear silver hair floated like water plants.

Tang Ning felt that this spirit was both very familiar and very strange.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her eyebrows, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she suddenly forgot what she had just seen. It seemed to be some outline, but she had no memory of what that outline looked like.

She quickly opened her eyes again and looked carefully. This time she could see the soul clearly and its appearance.

Extremely complex and contradictory feelings tore through her mind in an instant.

'He is Song Yan! ! '

'He is the ancestor! ! '

'Song Yan is the ancestor! ! '

She looked at the pure white soul in astonishment.

And An Li, Yu Xuanwei, Wang Susu, Tang Xiaokong, Tang Yi, Princess Xi and many others also followed his gaze.

Song Yan originally had no body, but with the help of the soul anchor point, he directly came to the secret realm of his own life.

At this moment, he was standing in front of a corpse from the underworld. The corpse was covered with spots and looked obscure and mysterious. It held a huge rotten axe in its hand.

But, in the eyes of the zombies in the underworld, Song Yan was a completely invisible person.

It is not subject to cause and effect, has no body, and obscures the spirit and soul.

Song Yan raised his hand and drew his sword.

The Xuanlong Sword is a treasure at the pinnacle of incarnation. It can cut through flesh and blood, cut through the soul, and cut through the mind.

As the sword passed, the head of the underworld corpse flew off.

The headless corpse of the underworld stood there blankly. It had no intelligence. If it had intelligence, it would definitely be surprised at what was happening.

The pure white soul had a calm expression, holding a long sword in its hand, and its figure was like light, turning and rushing through the soul threshold where the black lotus was blooming, so fast that not even a residual image was left.

Wherever it went, the creatures in the underworld were unable to resist and fell one by one like grass.

(End of this chapter)