She left in a hurry.

So, it is unknown what is happening in the palace behind her.

Song Cheng's blood flowed slowly, finally reaching the place where the Love Flower was. Nourished by the blood, the Love Flower swayed joyfully, extending its delicate roots that stretched along the blood to Song Cheng's body.

Song Cheng woke up groggily.

He felt an unbearable itch all over his body, glanced at it, and then let out a horrified scream.

"Ah! Help! Monster, help!"

He clung to the ground, trying to crawl towards the palace gate.

Countless fine roots rapidly wrapped around his legs, climbed up his body, found their place, and quickly took root.

"No, let me go!"

Song Cheng's heart was filled with fear.

If he manages to get out of here alive, he'll definitely kill his own father.

In that instant, he seemed to have figured out a lot of things.

Why did the Song family prosper and flourish?

Why did the old man send himself into the secret realm?

If what that woman named Canghai said is true, then a long, long time ago, his grandfather must have ventured into this secret realm, gained many benefits, and only after leaving did he establish the vast Song family.

The old man sent him into the secret realm hoping that he could also gain an opportunity here and become a cultivator. All the protective treasures he carried were to help him win this battle of survival.

However, the old man was also wary of that woman named Cang Hai.

That woman was too powerful, so powerful that the entire family was nothing more than ants that could be wiped out with a single finger in front of her.

Over the years, the old man has been so superstitious, searching everywhere for all sorts of esoteric arts and ancient forbidden techniques, all to guard against that woman named Canghai.

The old man found the minor curse spell and unknowingly planted it on him.

The old man was trying to protect him.

But the old man was wrong.

He underestimated the power of the vast ocean and overlooked the variables here.

If it weren't for that woman named Mo Yin, he would have escaped smoothly and become the next cultivator in the family.

However, things are unpredictable!

The old man lost.

He lost too.

Song Cheng's hands, mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, which were gripping the ground, were quickly covered with roots.

The roots burrowed into his body, happily absorbing nutrients.

Song Cheng's body rapidly withered away, eventually becoming part of the Love Flower.

Nourished by nutrients, the pure white love flower emitted an even more sacred and vibrant light.

...

As Linghu Lan sped through the darkness, she seemed to sense everything emanating from the palace.

She paused, glancing in the direction of the palace, but it was pitch black there, and she couldn't see anything.

Linghu Lan thought for a moment, then continued flying forward.

In a short while.

Then they found the place that emitted a dark light.

There was clearly a person in the black light.

Don't ask!

The small groups of people around them stared in terror at the black light, holding their weapons, not daring to make a move.

"What's going on?" Linghu Lan shouted.

Everyone trembled; yet another female demon had arrived!

The group was in despair. Was there any way for them to survive on this island?

"Speak quickly!"

"We don't know either. We were fighting with him, and suddenly it happened like this!"

"He killed so many of us, he's a monster!"

"How many people did he kill?" Linghu Lan's heart skipped a beat!

"I...I don't know!"

There are probably two or three hundred people.

“He’s a devil. He killed my brother. I’m going to get revenge on him.”