Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 635

Chapter 635: 232. Just because he is illiterate? (6.0K words - please subscribe)_3

Song Yan nodded.

Ning Yunmiao transformed into light and departed.

Song Yan sat down, his fingers brushing over the stone tablet, where pure ink-like meaning rippled between the stones, conveying the feelings of the owner from countless millennia ago to future generations.

He ground ink and took paper, copying the inscriptions on the tablet.

Every word and sentence were but simple daily expressions, yet such simplicity best fosters tranquility and peace of mind. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Pages of white paper fluttered away, and Song Yan put down his brush to sit silently, subconsciously placing himself in the place of the old Daoist on the inscription. He thought that the old Daoist, who left this tablet, must have been a great sage, yet his concern "not to return in time" was not for some earth-shattering event but out of worry that "his disciple would forget to eat the cake on the table", which was quaint and unpretentiously profound.

The disappearance of Di Cunxin brought him to a state of complete calm.

And now it seemed, indeed, this Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace deserved its reputation as an orthodox sect.

This was a place that only appeared in his dreams.

And yet he truly arrived here!

He looked at the place on the inscription where the last strokes had been worn away and added, "When the shadows of the bamboo sweep the steps, it does not discern... the moon of old."

The young man rose, stretched his body, took a deep breath, and thought to himself: ’The past is gone, and what remains is only the Sword Cultivator Song Yan! And Sword Cultivator Song Yan will definitely not disappoint his senior sister!’

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a sharp stabbing sensation in his heart, feeling as if his neck was freezing, with goosebumps rising densely.

He whirled around abruptly, only to see a cold and dark shade suddenly appear behind the wooded shade, twisting and transforming into a line of words: "The ghost gate opens, do not disbelieve. When the door cracks, glimpse the Netherworld. White bone hand, delights in life. Before the hand reaches, the soul condenses first."

Again, these words...

Like a lingering soul, following him relentlessly.

Song Yan squinted and stared at this line of text, suddenly raising his hand, and Profound Qi surged, rushing towards that line of words.

The words disappeared instantly, like ephemeral illusions.

Song Yan exhaled a breath, sat down again, and began to copy the "Profound Ink Heart-Cleansing Sticker", to calm his mind and to organize the sixteen different Sword Intents within him, attempting to harmonize them to avoid conflict with one another or with his lifebound talisman character "Freedom".

But after less than half an hour, the eerie feeling surfaced again.

Song Yan glanced around, finding nothing amiss, but when he pulled back his gaze, his pupils suddenly constricted.

Because the pool in front of his desk began to transform, writing a line of words in starlit characters.

Song Yan only saw the six words "The ghost gate opens, do not disbelieve" before he struck with his hand, shattering the pool.

The water surface caved in immediately, like a human face crushed under an iron boot, then slowly rose back again.

The spirit fish scattered in alarm, the pool breath was eerily cold, and at some unknown time, the sky had darkened further, blowing on him with a chill that sent a shiver down his spine.

Song Yan gazed at the rippling waves, not knowing what he was contemplating at the moment.

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