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Over the desolate mountain range, crimson clouds tumbled in the sky, resembling eternal Flood Dragons intertwining and lying across the nine heavens.

Everywhere, one could see fiery magma flowing slowly, sending up waves of golden flames.

The mountain and river veins spread like Divine Birds spreading their wings, and invisible Formation Patterns sealed the void, covering hundreds of thousands of miles.

The man in purple robes leading the group stepped forward slowly, his hair fluttering in the breeze, radiating the aura of the Tongxuan Secret Realm unmistakably. He slowly raised his hand and sent out a beam of Spiritual Light, triggering the grand formation surrounding the Taixuan Holy Land.

In the blink of an eye, two Great Mysterious Elders appeared before the group, both dressed in red robes and appearing to be over sixty years of age.

Both had attained the pinnacle of the Nine Transformations of Divine Infant, only a step away from the Tongxuan Secret Realm.

Sensing the fluctuations in the aura of the man in purple, one of the Elders narrowed his eyes and demanded in a stern voice,

"Who goes there?"

"Eastern Territory Song Clan, Song Shengming, here to pay respects to the Taixuan Holy Master," said the man in purple.

No sooner had he spoken than a fiery red stairway emerged from the depths of the Holy Land, bridging the distance and reaching across the sky.

Song Shengming's eyes shifted slightly as he stepped forward, ready to ascend the stairway. His followers tried to keep up but were held back by an invisible barrier, its meaning clear without words.

"Wait here for me," he said offhandedly.

Just as Song Shengming was about to leave, an urgent message suddenly came from behind:

"Third Elder, within Taixuan Holy Land lies someone of our Song Clan bloodline, with a purity of blood that rivals our direct lineage!"

"What?!"

His face changing slightly, Song Shengming knew it was common for people with Song Clan bloodline to enter Taixuan, given its ubiquity.

But the timing was too coincidental—if Taixuan Holy Land truly had designs on the ancestral lands of the Song Family, this person would be the most dangerous unknown factor.

He no longer hesitated, ascended the stairway, and in the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared along with the stairway.

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A moment later, the stairway had carried Song Shengming across more than a hundred thousand miles, bringing him to the belly of a volcano.

Heat waves surged, and not far away, the intense magma tumbled, occasionally emitting a dragon-like roar. The flickering firelight illuminated heaven and earth.

Song Shengming surveyed his surroundings, his eyes reflecting a trace of gravity. To transport someone over a hundred thousand miles in an instant—such skill was beyond his reach.

After a while, a figure slowly emerged from the magma lake sea.

Clad in gray robes, bent with age, he walked slowly and with difficulty, and his cheeks were covered with dragon scales that gradually faded away.
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"Forgive my delay," Geng Yiyang spoke slowly, exhaling a breath of Divine Fire that extended several yards before it gradually dissipated.

"The Holy Master is too kind. It was I who arrived without notice, and I hope you will overlook my intrusion," Song Shengming said, stepping forward without bowing and clasped his hands:

"I am Song Shengming of the Eastern Territory Song Clan. I have come to see the Taixuan Holy Master."

"Spare the formalities. Tell me why you're here," Geng Yiyang coughed softly, seating himself on a volcanic rock, looking extremely frail, as if death was but a step away.

"Lately, our clan intends to retrieve some kin from the Southern Region, along with our family treasure. During this time, there seems to have been some misunderstanding between Chu Zheng, a disciple of your Holy Land, and our Song Clan." Song Shengming spoke gravely, "Is Taixuan Holy Land aware of this matter?"

At that, Geng Yiyang's gaze flickered. Merely from these two sentences, he understood that this youngster had once again stirred considerable trouble.

After a moment of silence, instead of answering Song Shengming's question, he changed the subject, "No need for beating around the bush. State your purpose directly."

"Although the Song Clan is not as it once was, our family treasure must not remain lost," Song Shengming replied forthrightly, his expression serious, "I would like to ask Chu Zheng to return our family treasure."

"The issue, I presume, is but a misunderstanding between Chu Zheng and our Song Clan and should be irrelevant to Taixuan Holy Land. I hope the Holy Master will judge fairly."

"And if it is not returned?" a trace of amusement flickered in Geng Yiyang's eyes.

Hearing this, Song Shengming's heart sank; this was what he had feared the most.

Taixuan Holy Land might truly be interested in the ancestral lands of the Song Family.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and said slowly,

"Even in decline, the Song Clan remains a True Immortal Noble Family, and you, Holy Master, are more aware of Taixuan's current predicament than I am. Why make an enemy?"

"True Immortal Noble Family?" Geng Yiyang glanced at Song Shengming and let out an ambiguous chuckle:

"Heh..."

Observing Geng Yiyang's strange expression, Song Shengming's brows furrowed slightly, "If the Holy Master has something to say, please speak plainly."

"Making enemies? A 'True Immortal' noble family that maintains face with only an Incomplete Immortal Treasure dares to make such bold statements?"

Geng Yiyang emphasized the words "True Immortal," his smile growing more playful:

"Even if I had been unaware of this matter, if Chu Zheng truly desired your Song Clan's so-called family treasure, then Taixuan would help him obtain it."

"Presently, he is the Chief Disciple of Taixuan Holy Land and the Taixuan Holy Son as well. His actions are the stance of Taixuan Holy Land."

Song Shengming watched Geng Yiyang, his expression flashing, speechless for a long time; he hadn't expected Taixuan Holy Land to be so blunt.

The importance of Chu Zheng to Taixuan must be far greater than he had imagined.

After a while, he spoke softly, "If that's so, let's discuss this matter further another time."

Without the Song Clan bloodline, even with a complete Blood Jade, it would be impossible to unlock the Secret Realm. The initiative ultimately lay with the Song Clan; there was no need to rush into conflict.

"There's no need for further discussion," Geng Yiyang said, and then slowly closed his eyes:

"If there's nothing else, Holy Master will take no further notice."

"There is one more matter. The Song Clan is returning to the Southern Region, seeking to retrieve kin of our bloodline," Song Shengming added.