Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707: 250. The Patriarch Heads West, Ghost Cultivator Behind the Scenes (5.0K Words - Seeking Subscription)

The Lower Realm of the Li Family, consisting of thirty-one worlds in total, even those from the Upper Realm, with life spans akin to heaven and earth, might perish due to various severe injuries.

Humans perish, but the world remains. However... if the entire Li Family were to perish and the Lower Realm were to be occupied by other forces, these worlds would likely turn into slave lands, or even be entirely refined.

As for the old man’s severe injury...

Song Yan recalled that fragment of memory from Li Xuanchan, the memory of him and the old man going together to the sixth level Cultivation Profound Land. In the memory, the old man’s injuries were sustained within the mist.

The old man confronted the attack head-on, while he was merely grazed slightly.

Was it an ambush? A remnant wave? Or something else?

He did not know.

He only remembered that the mist that day and the snow today felt equally cold.

Li Shanhai hunched over, sitting opposite Song Yan, white snow covering his sparse hair. He sat at the head of the bridge leading to the Lower Realm of the Li Family. At first, he intended to scatter his ashes toward the Lower Realm of the Li Family to promote its prosperity, but now he has changed his mind.

It’s not that the old man wanted a grand funeral in the worldly fashion, but he felt that even as remains and ashes, there was inauspiciousness. It’s better to be thrown outside, buried in the wild, to avoid unknown calamities.

The old man’s head shook as if suddenly awakening from a dream, he opened his murky old eyes and strained to lift them to look at the young man across from him, saying, "Let’s begin."

Song Yan looked at the old man, the influence of the "Wa Text Curse" stirred an indescribable grief in his heart, which reflected in his eyes.

The old man sensed this grief, smiled kindly, and again said, "Let’s begin."

The two closed their eyes and visualized the Great Dao Chessboard.

Instantly, a chessboard of nineteen lines appeared in the void.

The sides of the two were all dark, yet in front of them, it gradually brightened.

The chessboard hovered over a Mortal World town, slowly descending into the town, merging with the town, as if declaring that the town had become the chessboard of the two.

Song Yan glanced at Mortal City, the city was particularly new, with the city name at all four gates — Purple Sun.

The weather was clearing, light snow hadn’t been swept away, vendors from the outskirts rushed in with either carts or carrying goods, others, Escort Masters, were at the gates exchanging Passage Documents.

Within the city, Jianghu factions were numerous and varied, with the Chai Gang, Wine Gang which "established a sect upon completing a mission"; the Huoxin Martial Arts Hall, Vajra Martial Arts Hall, where "martial artists charged fees for teaching"; the Celestial Sword Sect’s Purple Sun City branch, a "subsidiary of a major sect"; the Black-clothed Guards, "subordinate to the Government," and so on...

Song Yanqi asked, "Is this Purple Sun City in the Western Nether Realm?"

Li Shanhai said, "I don’t know."

Song Yan asked, "Then why did the Great Dao Chessboard choose such a city?"

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