Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374: 173. Fuse Demon Monk to Understand the Cause, Soul Threshold Conspires Awaiting Visitors (8.1K words - Large Chapter Seeking Subscription)_4

"That means the Secret Technique of our clan hasn’t been cultivated yet."

"So, join us."

"From the certain death in the Divine Camp, come to our Immortal Camp."

"This is your opportunity."

"Also, it’s your only chance for survival."

Upon hearing this, Song Yan glanced at the panel.

The words "Ancestral Blessings of the Formless Shattered Immortal" were clear on the panel.

Evidently, the Primordial Ancestor of the Formless Ancient Race is an "Immortal" and not a "Divine". This bastard in front of him provided a lot of information, but it was riddled with truths and lies, lies and truths...

The Insect King appeared calm and composed, then suddenly stood up and said, "Song Yan, let’s go. We’ll make a Soul Oath and then leave here..."

Song Yan didn’t respond, just said "Thank you," and then took a step forward, placing his hand on the Insect King’s forehead.

The Insect King’s calm demeanor was instantly shattered, revealing panic.

"You?!"

Song Yan said, "I just wanted to hear you talk a bit more. Your words are very useful to me, and I’ve already thanked you. As repayment, I’ll be gentle, I won’t let it hurt too much."

With that, a wisp of gray light entered the Insect King’s Divine Soul World through Song Yan’s finger, reaching the surrounding Changwang Evil Pearl.

As he refined it, he turned to Demon Mother Su Yao and said, "Yao’er, protect me."

...

...

Song Yan appeared calm outwardly, acting as usual, but in his heart, he was inexplicably shocked.

The Insect King obviously knew a lot.

And in order to survive, it revealed a lot of information.

In an instant, many questions that had once puzzled Song Yan were answered.

"Cultivating the Lifebound Secret Technique" essentially means being completely tied to this clan. If he were to cultivate the "Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake," he would be forever bound to the Formless Immortal Ancestor.

But from what the Insect King said, the Immortals, who do not rely on the world, clearly have complete ownership of their own Secret Realm and they should also have a better future, but they’ve lost the complete support of the world.

How long the Formless Immortal Ancestor can last, he really doesn’t know.

If the Formless Immortal Ancestor were to die, wouldn’t this Formless Ancient Race be directly "drowned out"?

’The waters of this world run too deep. I really wish I could stay in one place, focus on cultivation, and break through with all my strength. Unfortunately, if I return to the Formless Ancient Race, I will have no choice but to cultivate the "Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake".’

Song Yan thought secretly, but soon cast aside the thought.

Whether he can go back or not is still up for debate.

Moreover, now is not the time for him to be distracted.

When he said, "Yao’er, protect me," every fiber of his being was already tense.

He wouldn’t let his guard down just because Demon Mother Su Yao had helped him previously with the whip.

Swish!

The fifth Changwang Evil Pearl was refined!

Instead of melting into Song Yan’s Divine Soul Surface, the pearl circled around him.

For a moment...

Swish!

The sixth one was refined.

Immediately afterward, he operated the prayer beads.

The prayer beads spun with a whoosh, transforming into an iron wall that blocked the internal and external, trapping the invading soul inside.

Demon Mother wanted to possess Song Yan!

Song Yan wanted to assimilate Demon Mother!

Both were waiting for the other.

This moment, both of their waits were answered.

The gray light of Demon Mother frantically tried to drill into the melting furnace, attaching itself to Song Yan’s Divine Soul.

Song Yan concentrated on operating the melting furnace, wanting to capture Demon Mother and make her a part of him. Although Demon Mother was extremely difficult to refine, if he could first capture her, it would certainly increase his power tremendously.

However, the gray light of Demon Mother wasn’t stuck on the melting furnace but instead bounced repeatedly between the furnace and the prayer beads, eventually slipping out through a gap and flying back into Su Yao’s body.

Demon Mother Su Yao opened her eyes again, flipped her hair, and laughed "hee hee," saying, "Song Lang, neither of us can do anything to the other, can we?"

Song Yan moved, closing the distance, wrapping his arms around her waist, and kissed her deeply.

Demon Mother Su Yao extended her delicate hands, hooking them around his neck, her legs leaping up to wrap around his waist, responding passionately.

Moments ago, the two were at each other’s throats, trying to completely devour the other, but now they seemed like the most loving, deeply affectionate, and inseparable lovers in the world.

After a long while, Song Yan lifted his face.

Demon Mother Su Yao whimpered and said, "I just... you’re not angry, are you?"

She asked timidly, like a little girl who had done something wrong.

Song Yan said seriously, "You are my beloved. You and I are one. What’s wrong with that? You were always my other half, and I am yours."

Demon Mother Su Yao giggled, lifted her ivory finger to touch Song Yan’s lips, and said, "You really know how to talk, I like you."