As for him, he was heading back to the Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold.
His cause and effect with the Formless Ancient Race was not yet over.
He still had many questions... answers that needed to be sought from the Formless Ancient Race.
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Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold entrance.
Piles of blood corpses stacked up, each decayed shell steaming with strands of red miasma. High above, carrion-eating birds circled, not daring to approach, because two ghost-faced cultivators stood at the center of these bones, emanating powerful auras.
The wind blew, and the scattered fragments of swords shimmered with a red light.
The blood-clad female cultivator suddenly said, "Susu has also disappeared."
The other ghost-faced cultivator said, "Song Yan is actually still alive."
"I've always said that boy is sly. He managed to take his old friends away unnoticed, quite a feat."
"Ningxin, actually... you could have gone with him."
