Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 559

Chapter 559: 211. Shadow Puppet New Path, Confronting the Primordial Ancestor (7.2K words - Major Chapter Subscription Requested)_3

The three secret techniques have been perfected, coupled with the skin-making magic technique, it can be said that the original "Shadow Puppet System" has been advanced to a new peak, transforming from many inconveniences and dead ends to endless possibilities.

However, the "Shadow Puppet Dao" emphasizes accumulation.

Currently, Song Yan only has the means of accumulation and the means of use, but he still lacks the process of accumulation.

At this moment, he was waiting for his target.

He was waiting for the Formless Ancestor, one to sever cause and effect, two to obtain his divine image.

The dripping of rainwater flowed among the crisscrossed muddy ravines in the void.

Suddenly, Song Yan felt something, his absent-minded eyes slightly focused.

The entrance of the Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold rippled, and a youth named "Tang Xiaoxuan" holding a Blood Banner walked out, followed closely by a meat mountain giant named "Qiu Baiwei".

Song Yan stood up.

He did not hide his movements.

Although the Formless Ancestor did not stop walking, he glanced towards the source of the movement, able to discern that this sound was not made out of fear, but carried a calm assurance; in other words, the other party very likely was waiting here intentionally.

Qiu Baiwei licked his lips, mumbling: "Sword, the taste of sword..."

In the forest, under Song Yan’s arm, complex Little Celestial Dao Characters suddenly and covertly appeared.

He sighed inwardly: ’A leaf falls, one shadow reflects the image, but where are shadows on a rainy day? This is inconvenient... Oh well, you must lose something to gain something, it just means more effort.’

He took a few steps forward, and as he reached the edge of the forest, he raised his hand to brush aside the drooping rain branches.

With this brush, a powerful attraction was generated.

The Water Profound of this world suddenly fell fiercely.

The world seemed to plunge into a Vast Sea, water everywhere.

But after just a few breaths, the rain clouds in the sky were completely drained.

The rain passed and the sky cleared, sunlight spilled onto this piece of earth, the forest, the flowers, plants, and trees, and on the Formless Ancestor and Qiu Baiwei far away, casting faint shadows.

"I hate rainy days."

Song Yan explained calmly as he stepped out.

"Sword... the taste of sword..." Qiu Baiwei’s breathing became rapid, then his enormous, copper bell-like eyes fixed on Song Yan, his expression ferocious and greedy, saying in a deep voice, "Take out your sword."

The moment the words fell, the Formless Ancestor suddenly raised his hand, making a "step back a bit" motion.

Qiu Baiwei was stunned, looking bewildered at the youth emerging from under the tree opposite, suddenly breaking into a cold sweat, because... the Formless Ancestor’s intention for him to step back meant "he cannot defeat this youth," yet he couldn’t see anything special about this youth. That technique to change the weather was miraculous to ordinary cultivators, but to him, it was nothing exceptional.

But he still retreated because he knew how terrifying the Formless Ancestor was now.

So, there were only two stone stools.

The Formless Ancestor paced over, as they approached, their perception grew more acute.

The Formless Ancestor suddenly said, "You are from the Buddhist Sect."

Song Yan had also perceived the aura on the other, that aura... was actually of the Yin Yang Profound Dragon.

"Yin Yang Profound Dragon" overlapping with "Formless Ancestor," this all gave him a "magical" feeling.

Song Yan sat down, pulling out a wine jar, and asked, "How about a drink?"

The Formless Ancestor also sat, closely observing him, suddenly saying, "Your aura is somewhat familiar, but only somewhat, the rest is quite unfamiliar."

Song Yan took two wine cups, poured them full from the jar, then raised his cup.

But the Formless Ancestor was very cautious, not taking the cup at all.

Song Yan chuckled, drank on his own.

In just a short moment, he felt the "Divine Image Progress" was about to end.

Thus, after finishing his drink, he set down the cup and lightly said, "I swallowed Song Yan, this is his body, that kid dared to run into the void, haha... truly seeking death."