Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 609

Chapter 609: 224. Celestial Demon Yandu, Terrifying Methods (5.6K words - Please Subscribe)_3

A True Person Comparable to the Nine-Child Demon Mother, was instantly assimilated by him as part of himself.

However, Song Yan soon felt the problem with the "Freedom" character.

While he indeed seized the divine thought of the "True Insect Person," he did not gain any increase in power from the act.

The True Insect Person was like a piece of clothing; wearing it changes nothing substantial about him, except for perhaps acquiring a few new secret techniques.

In the past, he thought that "the strong can be exhausted to death," but now...he realized that "this does not apply to higher realms."

The powerful truly can cover the sky with one hand.

Could a hundred low-level beings exhaust a high-level one?

That’s just laughable.

For instance, at his current state, he could not be exhausted to death by these ordinary little beings from the Rotting Thought Layer.

To even stand a chance, entities like the Fire Demon Dragon or the Thousand-Throat Sword Mother from the depths of the Heart Demon Sword Prison would need to come forth.

Song Yan stood in front of the window of the small tower, naturally dispersing the aura of the True Insect Person, while gazing at the majestic yet eerie Celestial Demon City.

As he watched, he couldn’t help but smile, thinking: ’Perhaps the Master of Heaven and Earth truly no longer holds much power. If he could still operate as he did in the past, how could such a Celestial Demon City arise under his nose?

The existence of this Great Yang Capital is precisely a sign of the master’s weakness and incompetence.

Neither Tang Yanzhang nor He Yueran are anything more than the master’s attempt to cultivate using some stored cultivation techniques.

Though I may not be able to do this yet, as I accumulate more divine thoughts, I will naturally master many cultivation techniques. Becoming the master of heaven and earth is not beyond my reach.’

Suddenly, he paused, shaking his head in denial at his own view.

The Lifebound Character "Freedom" had already determined that his best course isn’t to create his own world but to... strike while the iron is hot and seize a piece of heaven and earth.

However, should such an existence be known to others, just about anyone would want to eradicate him, with powerful beings likely to travel far and wide to kill him.

If he appeared in any cultivation place, he would undoubtedly become the target of "joint eradication by major forces."

Song Yan thought briefly, concluding that the "Freedom" character, like the "Remaining Life Dao Fruit," is a power that cannot be exposed to light, lest it bring about great calamity.

Thinking of this, Song Yan suddenly chuckled.

’In this doomsday era, with no idea how to cope, these matters indeed seem a bit distant. If it truly came to being besieged by major forces, that could actually be a good thing—at least it means I have successfully escaped this place and reached a larger world.’

Song Yan restrained his thoughts further.

The grand seizing banquet of the Eighth Floor Master’s will soon commence.

From the thoughts of the True Insect Person, he already knew that the Eighth Floor Master is none other than the Poisonous Demon Dragon among the Celestial Demon Dragons.

He strolled away at ease, encountering celestial demons along the way; none suspected him, as though his appearance had changed, the aura remained that of the True Insect Person.

For the celestial demons, appearance was irrelevant; aura was paramount.

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*Gurgle... Gurgle... Gurgle...*

Deep within the Octagonal Blood Contract Tower, a poison pool in an inner chamber emitted a strange green mist.

Within the mist, a youthful figure with a handsome face hung by shackles, suspended.

He was precisely Tang Yanzhang of the Formless Ancient Race. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

While everyone believed he’d perished at the hands of the Poison Dragon, he was actually soaking in this poison chamber day and night.

Compared to the Fire Demon Dragon’s "Karmic Fire," the Poisonous Demon Dragon was more adept at slowly boiling its prey, able to subtly alter a strong being’s entire cause and effect, and all beliefs, aligning them perfectly to serve as its vessel without resistance.

Tang Yanzhang was evidently a strong person.

Currently, the Poisonous Demon Dragon inhabited an ordinary female cultivator, who pushed the door open to the poison pool, observing the suspended figure with a seductive smile. "It’s about time."

With his head hanging low, Tang Yanzhang strained his eyes upwards at the sound, yet he saw nothing, perceiving barely anything beyond an irresistible presence approaching.

The Poisonous Demon Dragon stepped into the poison pool, lifting his chin, saying, "Call me Master."

Tang Yanzhang replied, "M-Master."

The Poisonous Demon Dragon continued, "You will become part of me, helping to devour this realm’s life, then becoming my nourishment. Are you willing?"

Tang Yanzhang said, "W-Willing..."

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