Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 612

Chapter 612: 225. Tearing off the facade, a ray of hope (5.8K words - seeking monthly votes)_3

Crack!

The Profound Dragon Sword shattered.

But Song Yan also got a brief chance to catch his breath.

He drained the last bit of power from the Meng Po Toad and the Poison Dragon, slapped fiercely behind him, then took the Profound Dragon Broken Sword and flew away.

The next moment, Song Yan appeared in the Ancient Race Secret Realm.

The balance of the broken sword in his hand was already disrupted, with the Yin Yang Profound Dragon and Chang King’s Evil Power surging out wildly.

However, Song Yan moved his fingers, and a wisp of golden flame sprouted from his fingertips—the Taiyin and Taiyang Projection Fire.

This fire quickly smoothed over the broken sword, calming the chaos somewhat.

However, the Taiyin and Taiyang Projection Fire was "limited" in supply, and what Song Yan obtained was also limited. Though not much was consumed this time, it still used a bit.

He gazed at the broken sword, slightly lowering his eyes, contemplating whether today’s face-off was worth it.

In the corner of his eye, a group of familiar faces was approaching from afar.

Many years ago, Song Yan yearned for a Personal Secret Realm, and now... it seemed he had one.

If his guess was correct, this should be a monitored area within the Sword Alliance.

And now, he intended to leave with this Secret Realm.

...

...

The Master of Heaven and Earth looked at the pitted long sword, then at the destroyed Sword Village, his expression uncertain, then he broke from the Sea of Suffering, standing on the vast black sea surface, and then broke out of the Sea of Suffering, standing in a desolate place outside.

He could use the Secret Technique for "anchor point shuttling," but shuttling without any losses was not easy.

At this moment, he looked up at the blazing sun in the sky.

The sunlight spread across the land, the golden radiance scattered, and from the distant forest came the rustling sound of swaying leaves. From a higher vantage point, it revealed another grand and glittering view.

"Jalayosa’s refinement plan, it seems, has failed... The strength of this sword, though powerful, still hasn’t reached the level I desire."

The Master of Heaven and Earth murmured, looking again at the bubbling formidable Divine Souls emerging from the sword, and suddenly felt a surge of irritation.

But this irritation didn’t last long; he quickly returned to normal, then suddenly raised his hand to grasp the sun in the sky.

A blazing light flame appeared in his hand and was pressed onto the damaged sword.

...

...

In the early autumn.

Song Yan had already disappeared from the world.

No one could find him.

As for the Master of Heaven and Earth, unless he was not severely injured and put forth full effort in searching, he might find Song Yan.

At this time, Song Yan sought out a "Netherworld Ghoul," and a "Rotting Thought Layer Celestial Demon," thus forming his new body and mind.

With a simple transformation, his body returned to his original youthful appearance.

He sat on a cliff by the Celestial Pool in the Formless Ancient Race, drinking wine.

The wine had long lost its taste, even with countless Profound Flower and Profound Grass, and even poisons... could no longer stimulate him in the slightest.

He looked up at the sky.

It was clearly early autumn, clearly just afternoon, yet the sun had disappeared, the moon had not risen, cold weather brought a skyful of swirling snow, snowflakes drifting down one by one.

He raised his hand to catch one, watching it slowly melt in his palm.

The Formless people lived their lives, like an ordinary village, wisps of cooking smoke arose from Wang Susu’s house, the smoke scent thick, mixed with some peculiar high heat.

Soon, Wang Susu appeared behind Song Yan, carrying a food basket, and smiled, "I know senior brother doesn’t quite like me, and may not want me to appear at such a time, but... I saw you had nothing to go with the wine, so I took it upon myself to fetch some advanced Demon Beast meat to make you some sauce bones."

Song Yan beckoned, drawing the food basket over, opened it to find that the sauce bones were made from Purple Mansion Level Demon Beast.

He smiled, "This isn’t Mortal Fire."

Wang Susu promptly displayed the fire, it transformed in her palm, sometimes into tigers and leopards, sometimes into dragons and elephants, and at other times into insects and ants...

"This is the Hundred Beasts Fire, accidentally obtained by Susu while making shadow puppets, ancient books reveal it can merge various Demon Beast flames, solidified in one place via Secret Technique."

Her words had just fallen when a voice of anger rang out from not far away.

"Nonsense, which genius have you hooked up with again, sweet-talking to deceive, or did you directly steal this Secret Technique? You’re really a wanton woman who seduces anyone, you..."

The one roaring was Tang Xiongjia.

Wang Susu ignored him and said, "Primordial Ancestor is here today, so I’ll make it clear, our feelings are over!"

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