Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 572

Chapter 572: 214. The entire family flees, chasing the soul across ten thousand miles (7.1K words - large Chapter, please subscribe)_4

’Looks like Tang Cheng’s identity is destined to end here,’ Song Yan secretly sighed.

If he gets killed, he’ll just sever the cause and effect and slip away swiftly.

Meanwhile, Tang Shen’s face had already changed dramatically, and he suddenly turned around and ran; he had also used his Divine Sense to scan ahead to see He Yueran.

However, as soon as he moved, the blue light swept forward.

He Yueran appeared behind the two of them like a phantom, calmly saying, "Where are you two heading?"

Song Yan glanced at Tang Shen, who was already terrified beyond measure.

"Shen’er, escape."

Song Yan did not send a mental message but spoke directly. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

His voice was trembling too.

Yet, his eyes bravely stared at He Yueran’s...shadow across from him.

However, since he was ready to relinquish this identity, he naturally wanted to use it to save those around him, fulfill his duty of brotherhood, and take another look at He Yueran to add another general to his Shadow Puppet.

Hearing those three words, Tang Shen unexpectedly did not flee but instead gritted his teeth and said, "How do I escape?"

Song Yan laughed, "You’ve never even been with a woman; it’d be a shame to die. Let me handle it today.

If you survive, burn me a paper beauty someday.

If we die... then hurry on the path to the Underworld and catch up with me."

After saying this, he slowly summoned his Flying Sword, ready to hold off He Yueran for a bit once Tang Shen ran away, then quickly discard the cause and effect and seek a new identity.

He was skilled at doing such things.

The cause and effect between him and Tang Shen were limited to his identity as Tang Cheng.

But an unexpected event occurred.

Tang Shen did not run but instead breathed heavily, also summoned his Flying Sword and stood by his side, saying heartily, "We truly are brothers, not born together, but we can die together."

Two men, two Flying Swords, facing a cultivator seemingly impossible for them to defeat, yet... their eyes showed no hint of fear, only a heroic readiness to face death.

The next moment would be a farewell from life and death.

And they were ready to die.

However, He Yueran did not make a move; he looked at these two disciples of the Formless Ancient Race and suddenly said, "Go ahead."

After speaking, he pointed east and said, "Everyone knows you were headed northwest; why not change direction?"

Immediately, this swordsman in blue disappeared from the spot.

This was another unexpected turn for Song Yan, prompting him to think about the Nanwu Sword Sect and the brighter side of the world.

"Sect Leader He is truly a pure sword cultivator," Tang Shen remarked, "He must cultivate Red Dust Sword Dao, which values righteousness most; we really were lucky..."

"Don’t dwell on luck, let’s escape quickly," Song Yan headed east.

In the current situation, although he sensed something was amiss, he still couldn’t discern what the Formless Ancestor was planning. The best course of action was to follow to a secluded place; after all, it was uncertain if the Formless Ancestor wanted to use this escape to eliminate potential crises or if this was merely a diversion.

Formless Ancestor might be fleeing with his clansmen, then seizing the opportunity to take away the Ancestral Vein.

Song Yan contemplated as he fled.

Following He Yueran’s direction, they truly encountered no blockade, and after furiously fleeing, they hid in a small valley for two months. Seeing no disturbance in the vicinity, they then sneaked northwest to meet their clansmen.

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The following year...

Mirage Creek.

This place still held sufficient Profound Qi, yet it was an area inhabited by demon beasts, mainly the Mirage Demon.

Mortals entering here might believe they’ve entered a deep mountain Immortal Palace, gradually stepping into the merriment of celestial maidens, only to sit at a dining table, contemplating their supposed luck, before becoming lunch.

Ordinary cultivators entering would fare no better.

However, the remaining disciples of the Formless Ancient Race had gathered here.

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