He also wanted a wife, to quietly spend his life, even without great wealth and status, as long as there was peace and happiness, he would be satisfied.

What's wrong with that?

"Heh..."

"Hahahaha..."

Suddenly, laughter rang out, tearing everything apart.

The lands beyond the border shattered...

The cattle and sheep shattered...

The girl also shattered...

Everything became fragments flying in the sky, the light and shadow on the fragments quickly dimmed, turning into ashes.

Just a mere illusion realm!

All that was left was a secret realm exuding an endless sea of suffering-like aura, on the verge of collapse.

The Demon Monk was surprised to see the man across from him glaring with red eyes at him.

"Is it the power of those four Evil Treasure Pearls?" the Demon Monk said coldly, "If it stays on you for a few more breaths, it'll soon be mine."

In the distance, the Seven-tailed Demonic Fox was anxious and shouted, "Song Yan, what are you waiting for? Hurry over here!"

Its confidence was also falling short, and it had become anxious, its mind in chaos!

Song Yan ignored both the demonic fox and the demon monk, not speaking a word. At the moment his gaze flickered, without knowing where he glanced, he swiftly grabbed an array plate from the void.

Small Heavenly Dao Gathering Introduction Array!

He smirked, emitting a "ji ji ji ji" laughter, simultaneously placing the array flags in a small space, then started the array plate embedded with "Cause and Effect White Cave Crystal Jade".

This was his "needle".

This needle was very fine, useless outside the secret realm.

But this place was the end of the Soul Threshold, very close to the Sea of Suffering, and because the Evil Treasures blocking the sea's entrance were violently turbulent, this secret realm was on the verge of being washed away.

If it received another needle now,

what would the result be?

The Demon Monk, Insect King, and Seven-tailed Demonic Fox all had their eyes fall on the array plate, and before they could react, they saw the secret realm's space breaking as if shattered, with ancient and majestic aura surging in.

The world beyond gradually became clear, with black above and white below, like an infinite sword splitting dusk and dawn in the center.

That long sword completely severed this secret realm.

Song Yan raised his head, smiled at the three in the distance, waved goodbye.

He must cause a mental shock with this gesture, making the three believe he could go on living well in this world, making them think he had a way out.

As long as this seed was planted, the will of the three would be obstructed, and they would die faster.

The Demon Monk, Novice Monk came from the Sea of Suffering, but they never wanted to return there; otherwise, if they could climb out, wouldn't the human realm have already fallen?

As for him, he had tested using Talent when refining the fourth bead.

Those carrying Evil Treasures could survive on the Sea of Suffering's coast, as long as they weren't blown into the sea, there was hope.

And he could barely control the direction.

In the next instant, Song Yan summoned the four newly refined Dark Gold Beads, and in a moment, countless vengeful souls and even the spirits of the Changwang Tiger Race clansmen who lost their minds appeared, forming a fast-rotating circle around him.

Making him fly to the coast of the Sea of Suffering like an embroidered ball.

Countless obsessions pounced madly, but the four Dark Gold Beads spun rapidly, seemingly sharing the damage from the sea breeze of the Sea of Suffering.

But during this rotation, the four Dark Gold Beads started showing further strange changes like metal falling into a melting furnace.

Song Yan's Myriad Souls Banner also fell into it, becoming a part of it.

The embroidered ball rolled and flew, like tumbleweed undulating on a boundless gray wilderness.

Song Yan's body began to crumble.

Even the coast of the Sea of Suffering was absolutely not something an early stage Purple Mansion Realm body could withstand.

His Essence Blood imprinted into his Divine Soul.

He desperately controlled himself not to go towards the Sea of Suffering.

However, the coast of the Sea of Suffering was also a small Sea of Suffering, even with Evil Treasure's protection, obsessions would sneak in and penetrate Song Yan's mind, making him experience others' obsessions.

During this, he vaguely heard the Seven-tailed Demonic Fox ancestor's desperate scream, but... that was no longer important.

Now he had already begun to fully stabilize his mind, striving with all his might to survive on this Sea of Suffering coast.

As time passed, his Divine Soul also began to strengthen at a terrifying speed...

...

...

Outside Chopper Ridge...

The flags were still there, and ten thousand armors shone brightly in the warm spring sun.

Suddenly, a violent energy surged in from afar, sweeping away the entire Chopper Ridge like a toy bloc.

The towering green mountain crumbled vulnerably to flat ground, mushroom clouds of dust exploded one after another in the sky.

The soldiers of the Xiongwei Kingdom were all startled and ashen-faced, their mouths dry.

And at this moment, a dilapidated, utterly disheveled figure wrapped in black smoke flew out from the smoke.

That figure, accompanied by the croak of insects, swiftly landed in a camp at the rear of the Xiongwei Kingdom's army, then stumbled and rolled into the main tent.

The Xiongwei Kingdom army all knelt down, looking as if they were welcoming a deity.

Yet they were clearly part of the army influenced by the Fox and Wolf Races, so why did they worship a foreign race?

There was only one answer, the Xiongwei Kingdom had already become a vassal state of this foreign race.

For a long time...

And a moment longer...

A strange voice of a female cultivator came from outside the main tent door.

"Zhu'Er requests to see the Insect King..."

But there was no response from inside the tent.

And a faint light veil appeared around the tent, obviously showing that the person inside was gravely injured to the point where they couldn't speak, now disregarding the place, healing on the spot.

The female cultivator, calling herself Zhu'Er, wore a silver mask, her eyes flashed with hidden contemplation, she saluted again, withdrew, then turned her head to gaze toward the distant Chopper Ridge direction, her mood uncertain as she pondered something unknown.

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