Cultivation through Skin Making

Chapter 789: 274. The Gate of the Netherworld, Secret Struggle of the Saint (6.4K words – Seeking Subscription)_3

The young maidens chattered expectantly.

Song Yan sat cross-legged, the Other Shore Tree behind him had grown taller than half a person, with tender branches and vibrant red flowers. The powerful gravitational force forcibly opened a path to the Sea of Suffering in Purple Cloud Heaven, resulting in the incessant flow of Celestial Demon Obsession, transforming it into the price he paid to speak the truth.

He looked at the exposed seabed before him.

The Sea of Suffering in the Four Levels of Cultivation Profound Land had already been purified by him. The celestial demons were gone, obsessions had dissipated, revealing a sea of blue, yet this special sea disappeared with the end of the world.

This area, destined to become absolute ruins after the Five Elements Heaven-Stealing Ship departs, will be forgotten, never to be visited again.

What…

Could be better than here?

Song Yan finished his contemplation and looked at the three women, Ning Yunmiao and others, saying, “Elder Sister, little Wei’Er, little Lingdang, we’re going nowhere, just staying here.”

The three women were somewhat dejected.

Yet none opposed.

Because, in daily interaction with Song Yan, they had long understood: being with this man, it’s best to abandon their own thoughts, whatever this man says is true, without doubt.

Song Yan smiled and said, “Feeling like there’s no advancement, opportunities are rare, and staying here is boring?”

The three women remained silent.

Song Yan said, “Little Wei’Er, little Lingdang, that’s alright, elder sister, why can’t you stay?”

Ning Yunmiao said, “I cultivate the mortal world, always traveling amidst the mortal world, I’m not one to engage in arduous cultivation for thousands and thousands of years like an ancient turtle.”

Song Yan smiled serenely and said, “I am.”

Ning Yunmiao rolled her eyes.

She already knew how shameless her own man was.

If he doesn’t want to do something, no matter how you shame, scold, or ridicule him, he remains indifferent; but whatever he wants to do, no one can stop him.

Song Yan pondered, murmuring “Mortal world,” then looked at the already dry seabed of the Sea of Suffering.

In the center of the seabed was a terrifying vortex, with the Celestial Demon forming the main body of the vortex, becoming a connection pathway to the Other Shore Tree.

He said, “There should be a tower, to obscure the pathway.”

As his voice fell, the vortex vanished, or rather around the vortex, a gigantic, towering tens of thousands of feet tall tower formed, the top was not sealed, like a chimney opening, allowing the endless Celestial Demon Obsession to flow toward Song Yan.

He said again, “There should be light to illuminate this land.”

As his voice fell, light emerged, it was a projection of the sun’s fire born out of the void.

He said again, “There should be night, allowing this land to rest and rejuvenate.”

A projection of the moon’s fire arose from nowhere, transforming into the bright moon.

Song Yan continued saying, “There should be forests, rivers, mountains, deserts…”

With his voice falling, vitality sprang onto the dry Sea of Suffering, the tower standing in the midst of darkness and desolation suddenly transformed, becoming a mysterious tower seated in the midst of a lush forest.

Song Yan said, “There should be life, birds, and beasts…”

The River of Six Paths fell upon this place, time seemed to accelerate, life rapidly sprang forth, eggs emerged out of nothing, eggshells swiftly shattered, everything seemed as if the accelerator button had been pressed one hundred thousand times faster.

Soon, the silent world came to life.

Song Yan continued saying, “There should be people, villages, towns, countries…”

With his words falling, everything precisely emerged on the land below.

Suddenly, he turned to the elder sister beside him, Han Lingzi, Han Weizi, saying, “Want to look at my past?”

The three women, originally bored due to Song Yan’s refusal, suddenly became interested, nodding one after another.

Song Yan said, “There should be the Three Kingdoms, the Puppet Sect, the Nanwu Sword Sect, and… the Fox Granny who brought Changwang Hu’s sole bloodline from the Mountain and Sea Demon Race to flee to the Wei Kingdom.”

His words, like decrees, Wa Saint was busy working, swiftly recreating everything below according to the memories in his mind, until it was recreated to the very first day.

Song Yan raised a finger, separating out a mortal incarnation, falling toward the Puppet Sect, falling toward the original scene.

New servant disciples lined up one by one, Song Yan’s Outer Body Incarnation was among them…

“Song Yan.” A fierce man in black armor called out.

“Present.” Song Yan stepped out.

“You go to the Tannery, assist the Official Disciple.”

“Yes.”

All of this, all of this is not an illusion, nor dummies, but truly exists, every single bit is a real existence completely replicated, as if all familiar old acquaintances had come alive, with exactly the same appearance, experiences, and independent thinking abilities as memories, except they weren’t originally that person…

But what is the definition of being alive? When, someday in the future, there appears someone experiencing the same things, with the same appearance, the same memories, and this person is not artificially created but born of the natural world just like you, wouldn’t that mean you’ve been reborn?

Song Yan saw the new Wang Susu, Qi Yao, Qiu Lianyue…

Some regrets, he wanted to make amends now.

For instance, never accompanying Qiu Lianyue through a lifetime, allowing Fu Shirong to be killed by Fox Granny, watching junior sister Xiaojiu be killed by the Puppet Sect, developing a rift with junior sister An Li, killing Pei Xuehan in Changwang’s Soul Threshold, not being able to meet Yuzhuang by going to Star Luo Domain earlier, and so on and so forth…

In any case, now there is plenty of time.

He wanted to place a beautiful conclusion on all past regrets.

Song Yan created the world with one hand, while sitting in the clouds of the former world, simultaneously entering the scene with his Outer Body Incarnation.