"That means the Secret Technique of our clan hasn't been cultivated yet."
"So, join us."
"From the certain death in the Divine Camp, come to our Immortal Camp."
"This is your opportunity."
"Also, it's your only chance for survival."
Upon hearing this, Song Yan glanced at the panel.
The words "Ancestral Blessings of the Formless Shattered Immortal" were clear on the panel.
Evidently, the Primordial Ancestor of the Formless Ancient Race is an "Immortal" and not a "Divine". This bastard in front of him provided a lot of information, but it was riddled with truths and lies, lies and truths...
The Insect King appeared calm and composed, then suddenly stood up and said, "Song Yan, let's go. We'll make a Soul Oath and then leave here..."
Song Yan didn't respond, just said "Thank you," and then took a step forward, placing his hand on the Insect King's forehead.
The Insect King's calm demeanor was instantly shattered, revealing panic.
"You?!"
