Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391: 177. Late Stage of Purple Mansion, Perfect 100 Years (8.1K words - Major Chapter Subscription Requested)

For the majority of people in the Cultivation Realm, words like "Soul Threshold" and "Evil Treasure" are extremely unfamiliar. Perhaps only upon reaching the Crimson Palace Realm, at the Elder level of a small Sect, does one barely qualify to hear such terms.

Yet anyone who hears "Soul Threshold" instinctively feels its mystery and terror.

This is especially true for the Sects surrounding the Soul Threshold.

The Ice Mirror Soul Threshold has existed for a full twelve hundred years, during which it has opened and closed numerous times. Countless people have entered to explore, even including Ancient Race members, yet the death rate is exceedingly high, thus leading it to be left unattended. Until this year... when the Demon Ancestor of the Mountain and Sea Demon Race came and took the Evil Treasure within.

Why?

Was there no powerful being within the Ancient Race capable of taking it beforehand?

This secret is something even the Purple Mansion knows very little about.

But the Divine Infants, especially those with ancestral heritage, are all well aware of the reason.

The reason is simple: Netherworld creatures.

When the Soul Threshold first emerged, there were terrifying Netherworld creatures inside, the weakest of which could tear apart the Purple Mansion Realm.

Hence, generally after a Soul Threshold appears, it must be left alone for several centuries before one can attempt to enter.

Thus, the "maturity time" of an Evil Treasure is quite long, usually no less than a thousand years.

But this "Evil Treasure" is hard currency, because for Divine Infants in the Late Stage wishing to cross the Sea of Suffering, seeking out the Evil Treasure is unavoidable, and using it to distribute compulsive obsession attacks is a must to cross that sea filled with great obsessions.

Yet now, cultivators on this land have suddenly begun to hear some rumors.

There are claims that "mere juniors at the Early Stage of the Purple Mansion were able to fiercely crush the Elder Night Suiyun of the Early Stage of the Divine Infant from the Night King Ancient Race right before Vilampu’s eyes because... he possessed Changwang’s Evil Treasure."

There are claims that "Changwang’s Evil Treasure is a unique Evil Treasure, not only serving the function of distributing obsessive attacks, but also possessing more complex and profound mysteries, allowing its possessor to easily traverse the Sea of Suffering and smoothly advance to a Realm beyond the Divine Infant without risk."

There are claims that "Changwang’s Evil Treasure also has a strong protective function; precisely because of this function, a mere junior at the Early Stage of the Purple Mansion could withstand Vilampu and Emperor Shixiang’s assaults for a full month."

There are claims that "Changwang’s Evil Treasure is equivalent to ten ordinary Evil Treasures."

The rumors are abundant, increasingly preposterous, and exaggerated.

Although the Mountain and Sea Demon Race has retreated, more spies have infiltrated this land, fanning the flames and exaggerating the situation everywhere.

There are even rumors that Vilampu and Emperor Shixiang have not gone far and are lurking on the Ancient Jin Land.

Moreover, the Ancient Teleportation Array, which was almost certainly destroyed, has somehow remained intact due to certain reasons...

Many people wish to muddy the waters, hoping Song Yan will make an appearance, at which point they can kill him and seize the treasure.

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A year later, in winter...

She was graceful and beautiful but not stunningly beautiful, not enough to cause the downfall of a country.

When she cooked the noodles, her eyes were fixed, staring unblinkingly at the surface of the water in the pot, waiting for it to boil, just like watching the fire in front of the Alchemy Furnace day and night.

She had no need to do so, for she was already at the Crimson Palace Realm, and even with closed eyes, she could feel the heat. But she was accustomed to it.

She was accustomed to being serious, to staring at a certain place, to letting memories flow in her eyes.

Only the old love to reminisce.

She was already old.

And for these reasons, even when reuniting with her beloved, she realized they no longer suited each other, for the person each had expected was still from more than a hundred years ago.

Yet now, the two began to expect each other anew.

An Li tried hard to learn to cook, meticulously following the recipe, measuring ingredients and spices to precise quantities, then adding them to the pot at precise times, observing the dish in the pot with the posture of watching the Alchemy Furnace’s flame, and occasionally stirring with chopsticks.

A thin smoke quickly rose from the chimney of the old-style house, and the snow around the chimney had long since melted, while the snow piled several layers in the courtyard, and at this time, iron-grey snowflakes began to fall intermittently from the sky.

As dusk approached, the candlelight within the house brightened, and An Li, holding the iron pot, walked to the door, glanced at Song Yan, and said, "Dinner is ready, go eat while it’s hot."

After speaking, she quickly went to the corner of the courtyard, scooped water from the vat to quickly rinse the pot, then swiftly scrubbed it clean with the pot brush.