Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 481

Chapter 481: 195. The Terrifying "Transformation," Ten Years Have Passed (8.3K Words - Major Chapter Subscription Requested)_2

Suddenly, she pounced on the cave wall, her sharp fingertips allowing her to easily and rapidly climb along it.

Soon, a peculiar black cloud spread around her, its ominous presence made of Netherworld’s Qi.

She sat upon this black cloud, like a playful child, flying back and forth in the narrow cave mansion, making "woo woo" sounds.

If the heaven and earth could sense this embrace of Netherworld’s Qi, it’s feared that the Celestial Calamity Earth and Water Beasts under Dust Light Sect would all crawl out, heralding the coming of dark disasters.

However, Po Xu Yuzhuang’s mastery over Netherworld’s Qi was immensely powerful, and she could conceal the heavens with two leaves, now she already had three.

"Huff... Huff..."

Song Yan slightly clapped his hands together, breathing out warm air.

Even in the state of extremely restraining his realm, he could still feel the chill of deep winter.

At this time, there were only a few scattered people before the various cave mansions of Seeking Immortal Valley, each harboring a kind of vigilance. Even when they exchanged smiles, there was always a strong sense of distance.

Song Yan immersed himself in this identity and environment belonging to the "Ninth Layer of Refining Profound loose cultivator Shi Huangzi."

With the approach of the dark disaster, a large number of cultivators came from outside, making the surrounding environment increasingly unstable. With no partner or friends, staying here brought no money and even less opportunity. The only path was to quickly procure the simplest Crimson Palace Pill from the Dust Light Sect steward, seeking a breakthrough.

As for the future, it was completely unclear, but it was foreseeable that it would not develop for the better. A growing uneasy emotion loomed over him like a cloud.

This was truly the heavens locking him in.

Yet what could he do?

He could do nothing.

But... if only he were someone else.

The saying goes, "The fleshpots stink in rich households, while frozen bones lie on the road." Which "frozen bones" in the world do not resent the "stench of fleshpots," and which "frozen bones" wouldn’t want to become the one in the "fleshpots stench"?

In an instant, Song Yan was thoroughly absorbed in his present state.

And within his Lifebound Secret Treasure, the Profound Yellow Material once again overflowed with specks of gold, these gold reflecting back into his Divine Soul...

No one knew how much time passed before Song Yan awoke from this insight.

He glanced at his panel.

On it, a new line of information appeared: [Talent 4: Transformation].

Insight didn’t require some "brush with death" or "grief over the loss of dear ones," it emphasized "when the water overflows, a channel is formed, accumulation leads to an outburst."

There wasn’t any grand battle, just in this silent winter day, Song Yan suddenly realized.

What he realized wasn’t any life-or-death combat path, but simply the "Freedom in Transformation Realm."

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