Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 600

Chapter 600: 221. The dove occupies the magpie’s nest, the ancestor returns to position (6.0K words - seeking subscription)_4

Soon, another pure white long river split into tributaries, descending onto Song Yan.

This was the "Temporary Six Paths Talent," intended to assist cultivators in breeding "tribesmen," forming a bloodline anchor point.

However, within Song Yan’s "Lifebound Secret Realm," there were already tribesmen.

The Temporary Six Paths Talent had nowhere to go, transforming into a pure understanding of reincarnation that settled on Song Yan. Song Yan closed his eyes and carefully perceived...

...

Appear in a moment, disappear in an instant.

What would take others at least three thousand years to digest, for the astonishingly wise Song Yan, was accomplished in an instant.

Song Yan glanced at the panel.

[Realm: Divinity Transformation]

[Little Celestial Dao Characters: Freedom (90/100)]

At his fingertips appeared a strand of mysterious, mighty golden flame. The flame, though gold, varied gradually, seemingly all gold, yet holding the fierceness of the sun and the pristine cold of the moon.

Song Yan gazed at this flame, then at the progress of freedom, took a deep breath, feeling exceptionally comfortable with the free air.

The further understanding of the "Little Celestial Dao Characters: Freedom" filled him with a sense of mystical and mysterious power.

With a slight realization, he immediately understood.

If at the "60" progress, he could remain unaffected by cause and effect, freely seizing bodies.

Then at "90" progress, he could become extremely difficult to perceive. Once freed from the flesh, unless the power was far superior to his, it would be impossible to find him.

"Primordial Ancestor?"

"Primordial Ancestor?"

The voice of little Ningxin intermittently came through.

Song Yan finally responded with a "Mm."

...

Tang Ningxin broke into a smile through tears, overjoyed beyond belief. She could never have imagined that the Primordial Ancestor was still alive.

She joyfully shouted, "The Primordial Ancestor is still here, the Primordial Ancestor is still here, everyone retreat, build a front line together, as long as we hold on until the Primordial Ancestor returns, there is still hope!"

The Formless Ancient Race tribesmen, who were already at the end of their strength and struggling for survival, regained hope in their eyes.

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