Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258: 150. If the full banners are all vengeful spirits, then what should be done? (8.6K words - subscription requested)_3

She turned her head and saw a blood-colored giant hand filled with terrifying power grasping through the air, catching the corpse like a fly and then crushing it fiercely.

Bang... bang bang bang...

The corpse was crushed to pieces.

And the fingertips of the blood-colored giant hand began to turn into sand, blood-colored sand.

The sand fell from the sky, drifting with the wind, wildly towards the direction of the Purple Mansion old monster.

They were the true body of the attack, and also the most terrifying aspect of the Fixed Evil!

But the Purple Mansion old monster was unhurried, raising a hand to grab a corpse from the void, and quickly rubbed it against the powder of the Fixed Evil.

During the rubbing process, time seemed to slow down, and Pei Xuehan only saw more Fixed Evil seem to awaken from the grabbed corpse, breaking outwards, like a blooming flower.

If that flower broke through the corpse, the Fixed Evil inside would escape outside, rebounding onto the corpse manipulator.

However, if the corpse touched the Fixed Evil powder in the air in advance and was then placed into the Storage Bag, nothing would happen.

Pei Xuehan was horrified, thinking to herself: ’What kind of crazy method is this!’

She looked again at the cross-legged, blood-soaked Purple Mansion old monster, yet saw the latter’s calm and composed expression, clearly not the first time doing such a thing.

’Monster, madman!’

Pei Xuehan was somewhat frightened, yet speechless.

Swish!

Song Yan’s speed was extremely fast.

The "Eraser" of the "Sikong Seal" once again smoothly erased the Fixed Evil powder in mid-air.

But just as he was about to place the "Sikong Seal" back into the Storage Bag, an accident occurred.

The vast lake surface, with water vapor chilling, apart from the towering ancient roofs, and the strange tree tops, was a water surface imbued with the aura of the Sea of Suffering. Even Song Yan dared not touch this water, but... the water surface rippled.

A monk shadow, wearing a gray Hundred-Patch Robe, came from afar, stepping on the water, and grabbed hold of the Sikong Seal’s corpse.

Obviously without touching, yet the Sikong Seal’s corpse became completely still.

The Fixed Evil within the corpse started to struggle madly, seemingly wanting to escape this body, but the eerie gray-robed novice monk already bowed to this corpse.

The corpse... didn’t move, clearly trapped in some unknown state.

At this moment, although still weak, he had already recovered quite a bit.

The elixir Pei Xuehan gave him was indeed effective, initially only a small portion of its power erupted, the subsequent eruption of power was what was truly strong, allowing his recovery speed to increase by at least eight or nine times.

And right at this moment, the Sea of Suffering novice monk slightly turned its body again, looking towards Song Yan.

The next moment...

Song Yan felt everything around him begin to change, the world darkened, the novice monk vanished.

"Another illusion."

Song Yan knew that this thing couldn’t be broken, so he steadfastly guarded his true self, beginning to endure...

This time, in the Illusion Realm, he and Pei Xuehan narrowly escaped the Soul Threshold, then hid outside, living under assumed names, gradually coming to know and love each other, eventually becoming Dao companions, and then moving to a sparsely populated area, free from Profound Qi, yet similarly far from disputes beyond the border, herding horses and sheep, watching the rain and clouds. In spring see the flourishing flowers, in summer gaze at the Star River, in autumn leaves form a sea, in winter admire the fresh snow.

Slowly, they bore offspring, who clashed with the indigenous nomads of the frontier. They annexed those nomadic tribes, thereby forming a large family. But ultimately, there was no Profound Qi in this place, Pei Xuehan was unable to cultivate, gradually she aged.

Even though Song Yan constantly reminded himself it was an illusion, during this time he truly felt as if he had experienced all these emotions, the accumulated experiences of these feelings even overshadowed his own memories. Even as he crazily reminded himself it was an Illusion Realm, he would naturally still be moved, because everything in this Illusion Realm was genuinely the life he truly yearned deep in his heart. This is human nature, unless one’s heart becomes like iron or stone, otherwise... how could one escape?

Just as he sat in front of Pei Xuehan’s bed, holding the hand of his now aged Dao companion, an illusion scene suddenly appeared before him: On a sunny grassland, lush grass swallowed horse hooves, young Pei Xuehan galloped on horseback, stopped when passing by him, looked at him with a smile like a blooming flower, and extended her hand saying, "Husband, come!"