Cultivation through Skin Making

Chapter 773: 270. Old Friend (5.1K characters – please subscribe)_2

It’s just that at this time, the Spirit Race was still naive and foolish, unable to cultivate.

But as the Realm advances, the Spirit Race will also rise like water, eventually forming their own race.

This “Heartless Being” demon follower is exactly the Spirit Race of the Five Spirits Celestial Demon Palace’s Palace Master, with self-identification as the “Five Elements Race.”

Thinking of this, Song Yan helplessly glanced at the little White Tiger curled up in his Lifebound Realm, a feeling of “urgency” arose in his heart…

As many thoughts flashed through, his understanding of the Dark Dragon Corpse used as the “Five Elements Heaven-Stealing Ship” also increased significantly. Song Yan looked at Po Xu Yuzhuang and kindly said, “Thank you for that painting.”

Po Xu Yuzhuang didn’t recognize him, but merely felt that with this person’s appearance, the Celestial Demon Palace’s demon followers were completely immobilized as if controlled; such a technique was beyond her ability to resist.

This was completely a great power.

She was trembling and standing, suddenly seeing the great power speaking in her direction.

She instinctively turned back to look behind her.

Song Yan chuckled, “Why are you looking back?”

Po Xu Yuzhuang turned her head again, tilting it, and looked at him in surprise, then pointed at herself with her finger.

Song Yan nodded, saying, “Do you not recognize me?”

Po Xu Yuzhuang scrutinized him, but saw the person before her was completely a “dark” man, black hair dancing wildly, deep black eyes, and an aura of darkness filled everything.

However, his face…was so familiar.

Suddenly, she realized something, her eyes and mouth gradually opened wide, showing an incredulous look, followed by a face full of joy, a happiness so unbelievable, like dreaming, she dared not acknowledge or expose it.

She shrank her little head and asked tremblingly, “Is it Papa?”

Song Yan felt the immense attachment this little one had for him.

He nodded.

Po Xu Yuzhuang looked at him with wide eyes, suddenly her eyes became moist, tears began to flow down, she ran from afar, plunging into Song Yan’s embrace, closed her eyes, and felt the only light and warmth from distant memories.

Scenes of past events flashed through her mind, surviving in the ancient forest, adventuring in the Void, learning with her father in the Human Race cultivator’s Cave Mansion.

At that time, she couldn’t even walk, tripping over her own feet, falling on flat ground, knocking her head on “thump thump thump” in front of her papa; back then she couldn’t speak, but those scenes turned into memories, making her laugh every time she thought about them.

Song Yan slowly released her, while the demon follower’s Outer Body Incarnation had already summoned the Nine Dragon Tower, bringing his face close to the pagoda, looking at the burning Di Cunxin inside, with a heart full of emotions.

He stirred his thoughts, and the Fire Demon Dragon dispersed, transforming into nine dark red glazed pillars inside the Nine Dragon Tower.

Di Cunxin slowly raised his head, with his face covered in blood and burn marks, his weak eyes quickly turned sharp, facing the giant face close to the Nine Dragon Tower.

Even Di Cunxin couldn’t help but show an astonished look the moment he saw this giant face.

Because he recognized the person standing here was actually Song Yan.

“So it’s you.”

Di Cunxin sighed lightly, saying, “Has the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace already sent troops here? The leading elder must be escorting you and helping you gain experience and harvest, I suppose.”

But immediately, he saw the demon followers who imprisoned him.

He instantly became astonished, suddenly excitedly shouted in a stern voice, “Song Yan! They are not of the Human Race! You cannot cooperate with them! Old man begs you, kill it, kill it!!”

He had been tormented by these demon followers for over a hundred years, with only one thought left: whether I live or die doesn’t matter, but if there’s a chance, I must kill this vile thing!

He had finally waited for this opportunity, thinking the demon followers had been tricked, but an unexpected turn of events happened, how could he not be anxious.

“I beg you!”

“Consider it the old man’s plea!”

Song Yan looked at Di Cunxin, suddenly said, “It is already dead.”

Di Cunxin was puzzled again, for he couldn’t see that the demon followers were dead.

Song Yan said, “Bark like a dog.”

Demon follower incarnation: “Woof woof woof!”

Di Cunxin was shocked, stunned in place, then squinted his eyes, calmly said, “I didn’t notice before, now I see it clearly. You give off a much darker aura than before. It seems that the top genius of the Celestial Marvel Sword was not you… You’ve also been through tough times.”

Song Yan said, “Do you wish to help me?”

Di Cunxin said, “I have enough self-awareness, putting myself in your place, I also wouldn’t keep a potentially rebellious wolf by my side.”

Song Yan said, “We know each other better than many others. However, I never imagined you would become like this.”

Di Cunxin said hoarsely, “Victory and defeat are common affairs, to be so down-and-out, indeed lets old friends see a joke.”

Song Yan stirred his thoughts slightly.

Clink clink clink.

The special shackles wrapped around Di Cunxin’s limbs were removed.

The once Master of Heaven and Earth, now disheveled, but stood up straight, tidied his hair, then instinctively wanted to straighten his attire, only to find his clothes had long been burned, so he dropped his hand, saying, “Is its Divine Soul still there?”

Song Yan touched his palm to, and a Divine Soul with its Divine Thought stripped away flew into the tower, that Divine Soul still vaguely resembled the demon follower in life.

Di Cunxin laughed heartily, his laughter filled with incomparable satisfaction.

Then, he closed his eyes, sincerely saying, “Thank you.”

Then he said, “Since you have mastered Divine Power to this extent, I suppose there’s nothing more I need to say, this life’s power, memory… you can take them all.”

A long sigh filled with endless desolation.

Di Cunxin smiled faintly, said, “The old man really admits he’s beaten by you.”

Song Yan looked at him, then suddenly turned to look at the “Netherworld’s Gold—Jalayosa” floating by his side.