Celestial Demon Enchantment, Demon’s Sound fills the ears.
In this instance, Song Yan utilized all the Celestial Demon Power he could muster.
After speaking, his whole body tensed, ready to run at any moment.
The words were spoken by his mouth, not by his legs.
Po Xu’s frenzied plan to accelerate the invasion of Netherworld’s Qi was truly mad, and if he had any other choice, he would certainly try it.
Long Muyun felt a force crashing into her mind, forcefully prying apart the already tiny fissure further.
One side of the fissure was another self, a seemingly true self, while the other was the lofty, indifferent will of the Master of Heaven and Earth.
Her hand began to tremble, and her sword fell to the ground with a "ding."
She clutched her head, moaning in pain.
Song Yan glanced at the sword and tried to spot Long Muyun’s Storage Bag.
Even if he didn’t take it now, if things went sour later, he could give it a shot.
While harboring such thoughts, he continued his chanting-like output.
Strands of Demon’s Sound frantically crashed into the fissure in Long Muyun.
In Long Muyun’s Divine Soul World, a strange tug-of-war gradually formed.
On one side of the rope were Long Muyun and Song Yan, while on the other was a third of the will of the Master of Heaven and Earth.
Yet, despite this, both sides were barely holding even.
Long Muyun was drenched in sweat, clutching her head and screaming.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!!"
Song Yan gritted his teeth, using all his strength, heedless of the drain, employing the Demon’s Sound technique of the "Deceitful Demon Monk."
Under his madness, the balance slowly broke.
After an unknown passage of time, Song Yan realized his Divine Soul Power was nearly exhausted.
He suddenly flipped his hand and retrieved a Jade Bottle from his Storage Bag.
Within the bottle was the "Ten Thousand Year Mystic Milk" gifted long ago by the Formless Ancient Race’s Ancestor Ningxin; just a drop could restore one’s state.
He pulled the stopper and gulped down the Ten Thousand Year Mystic Milk, continuing his Demon’s Sound.
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A long time later, and again a long time later...
The tug-of-war balance was finally completely broken.
Long Muyun, panting heavily, slumped wet to the side of the lotus platform as if she had fallen into water.
Song Yan wasn’t in much better shape.
Suddenly, Long Muyun’s eyes became sharp, coldly staring at him.
Song Yan smiled wryly, meeting her gaze.
Long Muyun’s look gradually grew incredibly complex, and she said: "If you dare spread nonsense out there, saying I’ve dual cultivated with you for ten years, I will kill you!"
Song Yan smiled and said, "It seems you’re truly shackled by my past life, and now... you’ve finally broken free."
Long Muyun said, "That ’Corpse Cutting Technique’ is a trap; don’t practice it."
Song Yan asked in surprise, "What’s going on?"
Long Muyun replied, "You’re not a Celestial Venerable! You have nothing to do with the Celestial Venerable!"
With that, she waved her hand, saying, "Help me onto the lotus platform; I need to stabilize quickly, or... all our efforts will be in vain. This time, I owe you a huge favor, which I will repay in the future."
Song Yan helped her onto the lotus platform.
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A year later...
Long Muyun looked much healthier.
She started discussing the Celestial Venerable with Song Yan, explaining the trap of the "Cutting Three Corpses," and spoke of how "the Good Corpse of the Celestial Venerable is her, while Vilampu is the Evil Corpse of the Celestial Venerable, and as for the Celestial Venerable’s "My Corpse," it has gone missing.
Once finished, Song Yan looked at her in astonishment and asked, "Is the Celestial Venerable male or female?"
Long Muyun said, "In ancient times, the Celestial Venerable was also called the Moon Mother, with a Three-legged Golden Toad at her side, a Medicine Grinding Jade Rabbit, traveling with Vilampu’s demonic insects turning into a black cloud. What do you think, male or female?"
Song Yan let out a breath.
While they spoke, Long Muyun’s face suddenly changed slightly, and she quickly calmed herself, saying, "The will of the Heaven and Earth is starting to counterattack."
Song Yan said, "I’ll help you."
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Five years later...
On the lotus platform, Long Muyun spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes weakly staring at Song Yan, suddenly throwing out a Token, and said, "This Token can open the stone chamber; you must go!!"
Without waiting for Song Yan to answer, she pushed fiercely.
The stone door of the secret chamber rumbled open.
Over the years, the Netherworld creatures outside have long since dispersed.
Song Yan was propelled far away by the great force, and a rainbow light quickly followed, landing in his arms.
"Thank you, Little Song!"
As the words fell, the stone door closed again.
And Song Yan could sense multiple layers of restrictions forming behind the stone door.
He glanced at the rainbow light in his arms to find a Jade Scroll and a Fiery Red Jade Bottle.
On the Jade Scroll, three large characters gleamed brilliantly: "Dragon Burial Law."
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...
Song Yan did not return.
What happened to Long Muyun had already surpassed his abilities.
He fled swiftly, heading towards the stone chamber where Su Yao and Po Xu Yuzhuang were located.
Along the way, cracks had already appeared on the ground, and beneath the cracks was a dark background of Netherworld’s Qi, white cyst-like texts bulging in a strange scene, all indicating some ominous foreboding.
As he raced along, he could also feel the entire Celestial Venerable Secret Realm trembling unceasingly.
Song Yan arrived at the stone chamber and activated the Mechanism with the Token.
Su Yao was taken aback upon seeing Song Yan, harshly asking, "Who are you?"
Po Xu Yuzhuang, on the other hand, looked at him joyfully.
Upon seeing Po Xu Yuzhuang’s expression, Su Yao finally relaxed.
Song Yan closed the stone door and deployed layers of reinforcing Arrays, then looked again at Po Xu Yuzhuang. Upon observing, Song Yan found that, under Po Xu Yuzhuang’s desperate efforts, the collapse of the entire Celestial Venerable Secret Realm had accelerated significantly.
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A year later.
With a loud crash.
The Celestial Venerable Secret Realm shattered, and the Netherworld’s Qi surged upward.
The white cyst-like texts burst open, transforming into black worm-like chains resembling Soul Hooking Chains, chasing after soulful lives everywhere.
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In the blink of an eye, another year passed...
Vilampu returned to Vilampu’s Demon Capital in utter disarray, while Emperor Shixiang was forever left in the Celestial Venerable Secret Realm.
Vilampu stumbled into an extraordinarily luxurious pavilion standing on high ground and pushed open the door, looking at the female cultivator inside cultivating.
The female cultivator wore a red robe and a silver mask, but did not seem to be of the Insect Race, as her pupils were clear, and her body was full and strong.
She removed her mask.
If Song Yan were here, he would certainly recognize this as Hua Linglong, the Spirit Madame!
When they parted years ago, Spirit Madame developed the compound eyes of the Insect Race, but after all these years, for reasons unknown, she had reverted to human form.
Vilampu took a brocade box from her bosom, said, "I got it." Just as the words fell, an excruciating headache struck, causing Vilampu’s whole body to writhe on the ground, the pitch-black swarm of insects spreading, contracting, and twisting.
Hua Linglong took the brocade box, said, "Thank you for your hard work," and then opened it, taking out the glittering Tightening Ring, walked up to Vilampu, and lovingly placed it on her head, smiling, "It won’t hurt soon."