Cultivation through Skin Making

Chapter 654: 237. Selfish and self-serving, born a demon (6.0K words – asking for subscriptions)_3

A month passed…

The number of Celestial Demons had increased more than tenfold.

It was evident that the “bait plan” of the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace was quite successful. With Zhao Xingshi’s diligent and life-risking information delivery, the Five Spirits Celestial Demon Palace had probably gone mad, thus mobilizing a vast array of surrounding forces here.

Another month passed…

The Celestial Demons rose geometrically, and naturally, Song Yan had long retracted Mo Luo.

Ning Yunmiao had not returned, obviously being held up.

Song Yan sat quietly waiting in the mountain cave.

Suddenly one day, Song Yan felt an intense tremor erupt at some spot in his world, the Sea of Suffering breached, as if countless Celestial Demons geysered forth.

However, Song Yan suddenly felt he lost his perception of the Sea of Suffering in his world; the last scene he saw was an evil cultivator surrounded by five-colored “lanterns.”

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The newly formed world suffered its first plundering.

Even many of the initially settled Formless Ancient Race had perished here.

One snowy day, Ning Yunmiao rushed back.

She returned quietly and immediately helped Song Yan reinforce the Secret Array, simultaneously informing him, “There are many traitors, and the Five Spirits Celestial Demon Palace had somehow learned the coordinates of his world, crazily infiltrating through the Sea of Suffering. Right now, the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace is hastily gathering manpower and also summoning cultivators of Divinity Transformation and above from surrounding worlds to resist.”

“Junior brother, you must hide, hide thoroughly, and see no one. I will come for you.”

Having said this, Ning Yunmiao left hurriedly again.

The Array Shield rippled urgently before restoring itself.

The youth with eyes wrapped in black cloth sat quietly.

Ning Yunmiao didn’t know that the coordinates of this world… were actually released by her junior brother whom she diligently protected.

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Time passes unconsciously in the mountains without sun or moon.

Song Yan sat desolately in the mountain cave, unaffected by the outside events.

The power of the Wa Text Curse was slowly dissipating, and he was gradually regaining his powers.

But he knew, should he dare open his eyes, then… everything would revert to the beginning, or even get worse.

The Wa Text Curse was merely stalled, not removed.

Time flew by, and thirty years had passed.

During these thirty years, Ning Yunmiao would secretly visit him often, bringing him delicacies and even good wine, telling him, “Elder Dan has been asking about your whereabouts, but I always put him off by saying the junior brother is cultivating the Red Dust Technique in a safe place.”

“The Red Dust Technique is unlike the Extreme North Star Pivot Storage Technique, it can’t be accomplished in one go. Engaging with the red dust aura in the mundane world is essential, to use this aura to impact the Lifebound Talisman Character. Thus, it’s less related to comprehension and more about sensation and effort.

Elder Dan knows this, so… he still doesn’t know your situation.”

“Thank you, elder sister.”

“Alright, I’m off. Although the evil demons are strong and numerous in this invasion, assaulting from all corners of the neighboring worlds, we at least killed them heartily.”

Ning Yunmiao left once more.

But Song Yan knew that the situation wasn’t as lighthearted as she portrayed.

In this period, as his power returned, his sporadic monitoring of the Sea of Suffering’s exit continued.

Just a few days ago, his surveillance on the Sea of Suffering interrupted again.

This time, he witnessed…a dragon.

He felt both complicated and… exhilarated at heart.

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The following year…

The first confrontation between the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace and the Five Spirits Celestial Demon Palace and other evil cultivators was nearing its end.

The world where Song Yan resided had transformed from paradise to devastation.

The cultivators had endured their first major catastrophe.

The Sea of Suffering had evolved from a small pond into a small river.

At this moment by the riverbank, the slaughter was ongoing, with numerous corpses straddling the Sea of Suffering.

Bodies drifted up and down, both righteous and evil, their flesh and blood rapidly corroding, their divine souls stripped of thoughts, heading towards reincarnation.

Among these bodies, one stood out distinctly.

It was a dragon.

An ugly dragon.

Its eyes were murky, its scales emitted an unsettling aura, and it exuded evil energy with a “sizzle” sound all over.

Further out, there were countless opened bronze coffins floating, nearly a thousand, emptied of their contents. Whatever creatures had once occupied them had perished in this great battle.

At the edge of the Sea of Suffering, a few cultivators remained battling, good and evil, though all were almost exhausted.

Just now, the fiercest battlefield had shifted to the neighboring world; here… only dying young cultivators remained.

Even as this sword cultivator faced death, he was still maneuvering his Flying Sword, roaring, “Evil demons won’t die a good death,” as the evil cultivator countered with all his might.

Suddenly, these cultivators wavered, as the sword cultivator abruptly felt overwhelmed with countless evil thoughts, pushing the evil cultivator further into frenzied mania…

The abrupt change left both sides with splitting headaches, rendering their magic useless.

In the flash where a sword cultivator and an evil cultivator crossed paths, their crooked swords suddenly straightened, stabbing each other’s foreheads.

Elsewhere, one sword cultivator was struck directly by an evil cultivator’s Dharma Artifact, dissolving into a bloody mist; the evil cultivator was cleaved into two halves by the sword light…

Remaining survivors perished.

Because here was the Sea of Suffering, their divine souls, once out of body, did not linger in the world but swiftly dispersed, leaving only a few persistent thoughts, forming slight streams, merging into the Sea of Suffering.

After their deaths, a Ghost Face in a Profound Robe suddenly appeared, striding across the Sea of Suffering effortlessly as if leisurely strolling in his private chamber.

He arrived before the dragon’s skeleton, sensing the existence of the dragon skeleton and the ancient bronze coffin, and silently chanted in his heart: ’Cultivate the Dragon Burial Law.’