Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274: 153. The End of the Soul Threshold, Seizing the Evil Treasure (8.6K Words - Major Chapter, Seeking Subscription)_4

The nine dark gold beads moved like stars.

No slaughter, no battle...

In the sky, on the ground, there was a strange harmony and silence.

And at the moment Song Yan appeared, a gray-robed monk’s shadow came from afar, appeared before him, clasped his hands in a slight bow, and Song Yan immediately fell into an illusion realm.

His last remaining thought was: Indeed, I was right, this novice monk is acting with purpose.

He re-entered the illusion. No matter how the illusion realm tempted him, he only wished to find the novice monk who lured him and then kill him.

Ten years.

Twenty years.

Fifty years.

A hundred years.

Chasing from youth to old age, he was always searching for the novice monk. He wanted to kill that novice monk.

This time, when the time was up, nothing came to find him, nothing asked him, "Does it really matter if it’s true or false?"

And at the first moment he opened his eyes, he grabbed out with a blood hand, exploding the novice monk.

But, unexpectedly: another novice monk appeared!

He fell into the illusion realm again.

And a brief glance before falling into the illusion was... he saw the Sea of Suffering aura increasing, saw the demons still continuing their slumber.

If the Sea of Suffering aura keeps increasing to the point where it would drown him at the moment the novice monk removes the illusion, that... would be certain death.

Song Yan discovered that even though he planted a deep hatred for the novice monk and the entire Buddhist sect in his heart, making him immune to the novice monk’s illusion realm, leaving no deeper heart demon flaws, it was still useless.

Completely useless!

His power, his calculations, were too weak in the face of stronger, more bizarre power.

Another century of chasing the Buddhist sect...

Another awakening... 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Another instant killing of the novice monk before him...

Seeing more of the Sea of Suffering aura again...

If no novice monk appears at this time to drag him into the illusion realm, he would immediately raise the Myriad Souls Banner to counteract that terrifying Sea of Suffering aura.

But, as expected, another novice monk appeared.

He fell into the illusion realm again.

And this time, in the illusion, he was controlling his sword, searching around for the novice monk, when suddenly the sky shattered like a bright mirror, as if violently torn apart by some powerful external force.

Before Song Yan could react, he heard a shrill cry: "Insect King, let’s set aside our grudges and strike together!

You must be here because you couldn’t find the person to meet you. You were also lured here by the Tiger Emperor! The Tiger Emperor’s divine thought hasn’t dissipated; it wants revenge!

Let’s suppress the Tiger Emperor together, then let the three treasure hunters retrieve the evil treasure in the core!

Once it’s done, we’ll withdraw together.

The beads, you take four, I’ll take five. After all, I’ve contributed more.

Both sides struggled for a while, using all their trump cards, for at this moment, no one could hide their tricks anymore.

The balance seesawed back and forth.

That tiger head suddenly emitted a mournful cry.

The Seven-tailed Demonic Fox stared at the tiger head, seeming to verify the truth of its cry.

After a brief moment, it confirmed and shouted sharply, "Now, seize the evil treasure!!"

As the voice fell, Tang Fan and the other three treasure hunters had no choice but to act.

But strangely, the three of them no longer showed any reluctance in their eyes. Along this journey, and in the several hundred years of illusion realm just past, the three had formed deep bonds with several demons of the Mountain and Sea Demon Race.

They had familial affection, master-disciple relationships, and even... love.

Time can ferment emotions infinitely, making them inseparable.

Who can resist such power?

For instance, Tang Fan, he had formed a bond with Infant Cry Sage for nearly a thousand years in the illusion realm. He no longer dreaded the idea of "killing the donkey once the millstone is done," because he believed Infant Cry Sage would never kill him. In fact, Infant Cry Sage felt the same way. In the eyes of the Six-tailed Fox Demon, Tang Fan was no longer just a tool but a very important junior.

Perhaps, among all the people present, the only one who hadn’t born such emotions in the illusion realm was... Song Yan.

The longer time passed, the deeper his hatred grew.

His hand gripped the butcher’s knife, the hilt fused with his flesh and blood, how could he possibly let go?

The three treasure hunters, three figures rose swiftly from the ground, breaking towards the nine evil pearls high above.

Tang Fan was among them.