Song Wen went to the Divine Blood Sect's treasury and selected a ninth-tier confinement formation.
After spending another half a year, he finally mastered the method of setting it up. He then used it to replace the blood-colored space condensed by the Blood Sea Imperial Seal, imprisoning the Myriad Corpses Ancestor within it.
Although the blood-colored space responded to his every whim, it had a major drawback.
Song Wen had to constantly devote some of his attention to it and could not stray far, or the blood-colored space would collapse on its own.
The ninth-tier confinement formation had no such drawback.
Once he set up the formation and powered it with spirit stones, he could rest easy.
Thus, two formations appeared in Song Wen's cave abode, one inside the other.
The outer formation was the cave abode's defensive formation, capable of both defense and concealment.
The inner formation was the confinement formation imprisoning the Myriad Corpses Ancestor.
Between the two formations, Song Wen devoted himself to cultivation, occasionally attending to sect affairs.
The sun and moon flew past like a shuttle through a loom. In the blink of an eye, six years had passed.
One day.
Qingxuanzi's voice rang out outside the cave abode.
"I have come to trouble you with a visit. Might you have a moment to spare, Sect Master?"
Hearing this from within his cave abode, Song Wen felt rather helpless.
For some unknown reason, Qingxuanzi had been visiting frequently over the past six months, almost once a month.
Every time Qingxuanzi came, he either sought advice on cultivating Thunder Arts or discussed the essential principles of the Corpse King Reincarnation Art. He never had anything important to attend to, and Song Wen was growing tired of the interruptions.
Still, Song Wen raised a hand and