So, at the last moment, he changed his mind again.
Pa!
Pa pa!
He kindly patted Wu Fangtian's head and said with a smile, "Of course the Ancestor knows that you are sincere; otherwise, how could you still be alive, kneeling here? The Ancestor came here because of the affinity with the Myriad Souls Banner and also because of the affinity with you, the Ghost Cultivator of the same lineage."
Wu Fangtian was so startled that he could hardly breathe and quickly laughed, "Little Wu regards the Ancestor as his own kin! If the Ancestor asks Little Wu to go east, Little Wu wouldn't dare to go west."
Pa!
Song Yan continued patting his head.
Wu Fangtian lifted his head naively, trying his best to show a grandchild-like cute smile.
Song Yan withdrew his hand and said lightly, "As long as you behave, the Ancestor won't treat you poorly."
After saying this, he suddenly closed the book in his hand, stood up, and said, "Come."
Immediately, the two of them, one in front and one behind, left the core area and appeared in an Evil Land near the Ghost Slaughter Sect.
This Evil Land was almost similar to that outside South Bamboo Peak; if you went deeper, the Evil Qi would also become more intense, except it lacked that blood jade-like Evil Land Core.
Song Yan slightly placed his right hand behind him and casually waved with his left hand.
As his sleeve swayed, a loud "boom" echoed in the void. The previously drifting and unstable Evil Qi was suddenly seized by a tremendous force, turning into a stormy tide in the deep sea, roaring towards one direction with impressive might.
Wu Fangtian watched this scene in shock.
As the Sect Leader of the Ghost Slaughter Sect, he naturally had some insights.
He could discern that this magic was only at the Refining Profound Level, but its power was at the Crimson Palace Level, and it had unimaginable effectiveness in an Evil Land.
It could be said that this magic was a perfect match for a Ghost Cultivator stationed in an Evil Land!
"Evil Tide Skill."
Song Yan said lightly.
Wu Fangtian knelt down and said, "Please teach me, Ancestor."
Song Yan said, "Behave and don't get any crazy ideas. I won't stay here long, but I'll teach you before I leave."
Wu Fangtian hurriedly said, "Yes, Ancestor!"
...
...
A few days later.
Song Yan continued to browse through some books in the core area of the Ghost Slaughter Sect.
He repeatedly studied the Array for the Sacrificial Refinement of the Myriad Souls Banner.
This time, he felt a strange premonition in his heart.
"Magic Mutation" was actually an effect brought by the "Ghost Profound Root."
Otherwise, even if he spent years working behind closed doors, pondering blindly, he wouldn't have figured out anything.
But the inability to understand was just due to "insufficient information."
However, this time, a subtle connection emerged between the Myriad Souls Banner Sacrificial Refinement Method and the Five Elements Gathering Profound Array.
He was just waiting for the Myriad Souls Banner Sacrificial Refinement Method to appear on the interface so that he could take both as targets for contemplation and see if he could discover something new.
As he was thinking, there was suddenly a commotion outside the door, and two female cultivators' voices, one enchanting, the other pure, rang out.
"Ancestor."
"Ancestor."
Song Yan waved his hand, and the curtain lifted, revealing the forms of two female cultivators from the Demon Sect outside the door.
Indeed, they matched their voices perfectly.
The one on the left in red was enchanting, with a fox-like face, her fiery ribbon wrapped around her like lotus hugging jade, revealing legs as white as snow, shaping out hill-like buttocks...
The one on the right, in white, was slender and graceful, with a lovely and pitiful face yet hiding deep allure, glancing at him secretly with tightly closed legs slightly wriggling, in a nervous and expectant manner...
Song Yan immediately understood and beckoned them closer.
The two female cultivators from the Demon Sect cheered and leaped to his side, each sitting on either side, beginning to offer their utmost service.
Night, deepened.
Outside the window, the Evil Mist and foul wind twisted the moonlight, spinning gently, as if forming a boundless and infinite crimson Moon Sea. Skins and bones flew chaotically, skimming the ground; Evil Beasts went mad, drooling at the mouth, howling grotesquely.
Inside the room, however, was a completely different scene. Two phoenixes faced one dragon, after overturning the seas and rivers.
Reluctantly settling down, Song Yan quietly lay there, with a demoness entwined on each side.
He looked outside, watching the rolling Evil Qi in silence.
Though without clothes, no longer in white or red, the purer demoness more keenly grasped the Ancestor's thoughts at that moment. She propped her chin with her hand, elbow on his strong chest, asked softly, "Ancestor, thinking about the past?"
The red-clad demoness giggled, "The Ancestor's past must have been incomparably glorious."
Song Yan said nothing, but he recalled the scene many years ago in that Suspended Room for the first time.
Time flows like water, quickly passing by over the years.
But there was nothing worthy of nostalgia.
Because whether then, or now...
He had no way back, only forward.
As if some inspiration came from the revelry, a line of information suddenly appeared on the panel before his eyes:
[Magic]
"Array Dao: Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrificial Refining Array" (Not Entry-level)
"Array Dao: Five Elements Gathering Profound Array" (Perfection)
Song Yan quietly looked at the bold words "Array Dao: Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrificial Refining Array."
In fact, as long as he followed the records of the book, the Myriad Souls Banner could be refined, but if he wanted to delve further into its mysteries, it would be extremely difficult.
At this moment, he fixed his eyes on "Array Dao: Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrificial Refining Array," silently saying in his heart.
'Cultivation.'
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