After speaking, the white-haired elder quickly darted towards the so-called "false core".

Upon reaching the "false core", he guarded it desperately, fending off the attacking ghosts one by one, as if he was afraid Song Yan might come over.

Even now, he was still fishing.

But Song Yan had already reached the correct "true core".

It didn't take long for the Faceless Mask to truly integrate into his Divine Soul.

This inheritance from the Ancient Race, imbued with the thoughts of the Divine Infant, was clearly extraordinary, and it was the first time Song Yan had encountered such a method hidden within the Divine Soul.

He stood within the Divine Soul Book Pavilion of the Faceless Mask, waved his hand, retrieved the ghosts from the Myriad Souls Banner, and then smiled at the distant white-haired elder, saying with a slight bow, "Junior Zhang Han, greets Senior Feng Chengzi."

The white-haired elder looked at him coldly.

At this moment, he already understood that the Faceless Mask, which belonged solely to his lineage, had truly changed its master.

This had never happened in the history of the Formless Race!

A feeling of "great humiliation" emerged from his thoughts.

If his thoughts weren't geared towards "mentoring juniors", and incapable of killing, he would have already torn the wicked thief before him to pieces and scattered his bones to the wind.

He snorted coldly and said, "The magic outside is for you to see, but don't even think about touching the core secret techniques!!

You wicked thief, I feel sullied just by looking at you another second!

I won't bother anymore, I shall go sleep, and once I wake up, you wicked thief will likely have met your tragic end.

When the next person finds the Faceless Mask, then I'll have a chat with them."

As he said this, Feng Chengzi was about to disappear.

However, he suddenly paused.

Because Song Yan uttered a single sentence that stopped him.

Song Yan said, "Tang Fan isn't dead, let me take you to see him."

Feng Chengzi sneered, "Do you think I would believe that?

As for making a fake Tang Fan appear, you're overthinking it.

Every Formless Race person born, their parents will awaken the ancestor within the mask, to have the ancestor remember the descendant's aura.

Even after many years, as long as the name and aura match, it's still accurate, the inheritance continues."

Song Yan smiled and said, "I swear I'm not lying, besides... it won't take long. What do you say, senior?"

Feng Chengzi was silent for a long time, then suddenly said, "If Tang Fan is alive, you'd definitely use him to threaten me.

If I pass the secret technique to you and teach you cultivation, you still wouldn't keep Tang Fan.

Do you think I am foolish enough to make such a deal with you?"

Song Yan said, "I really can't guarantee Tang Fan can survive because he's already involved in a bigger event.

But I promise, I will ensure he leaves behind descendants before he departs.

Afterward, even within that event, I will try my best to protect him."

Feng Chengzi asked, "What bigger event?"

Song Yan replied, "Changwang Soul Threshold."

Feng Chengzi asked in amazement, "Changwang Soul Threshold, what kind of Soul Threshold is it?"

Song Yan explained the matters regarding the "Changwang Tiger Race" one by one, and after Feng Chengzi finished listening, his expression changed drastically, and he said sternly, "If you can just prevent Tang Fan from going, then I will make a deal with you.

I may not know what kind of danger lies within such a place, but the upper limit of the danger is too high and unpredictable.

Let alone Tang Fan, even if you, the demon, go, there's barely a chance for survival!

How will you protect him?!

How could you possibly protect him??

You take Tang Fan and flee, and I'll help you!"

Song Yan said, "If I could run, I would've already run, but I can't."

Feng Chengzi fell silent once again.

After a long time, he said, "After you let me see Tang Fan, I will grant you the secret techniques corresponding to your current realm, and you must find a way for Tang Fan to leave descendants, and then... do your best to protect him in the Changwang Soul Threshold.

If Tang Fan survives and leaves the Changwang Soul Threshold, then I will provide the subsequent secret techniques, which you may view when your realm is reached.

By then, with Tang Fan in hand, you don't need to fear me going back on my word.

Aside from that, I still don't trust you; now that you've become the master of the Faceless Mask, you have the authority to access the external permissions.

From now on, activate the permissions so I can see with my own eyes, watch your surroundings, to prevent any further deception.

Is that not too much to ask?"

Song Yan laughed, "Not at all."

With a thought, the outside scenery fell into Feng Chengzi's sight.

...

Winter's snow, the forest all white.

The Myriad Souls Banner was retracted, and several puddles of rotting water vanished into the mud.

The sunset fell from between the tall trees, casting a vivid red hue across the snowy ground.

Song Yan ignored the old man within the mask, pulled on his hood again, and glanced in the direction of Nanhua City, suddenly pausing for a moment.

Because on the distant city wall, Flying Swords suddenly streamed out, each line like Immortal Cranes soaring into the clouds, reflecting the twilight glow, carrying a hint of ethereal immortal aura, led by Fang Qingmeng.

Behind Fang Qingmeng was Li Huai.

The two stood together on a Flying Sword.

Li Huai was extremely tense, remaining motionless at the back of the Flying Sword.

And from within the city gate emerged a carriage, which stopped beneath the Flying Sword, its curtains lifted, revealing a group of familiar people to Song Yan.

Xiao Huan, Shuang Yun, along with three children...

They all waved toward the sky, with smiles and anticipation.

The originally tense Li Huai seemed to sense something, also lowered his head, and waved below.

Song Yan stood afar, silently watching their smiles, and smiled along, murmuring in his heart, "Goodbye."

Everything he saw was naturally also seen by Feng Chengzi.

And just as Feng Chengzi thought this demon might charge forward to kill, Song Yan suddenly turned around, heading towards the direction of the Evil Land.

He wanted to pass through the Evil Land and return to the Ghost Slaughter Sect.

Feng Chengzi asked in confusion, "Zhang Han, what are you here for? To attack that city, act as a scout? It doesn't seem so; those little guys leaving the city, you could crush them with a wave of your hand. Is there a strong presence in the city?"

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