Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 708

Chapter 708: 250. The Patriarch Heads West, Ghost Cultivator Behind the Scenes (5.0K Words - Seeking Subscription)_2

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As the saying goes, it was fast and swift.

To the outside world, Song Yan and Li Shanhai were just sitting on a green stone by the bridge, setting up a chessboard and each placing one piece.

Once a piece was placed, Li Shanhai stroked his beard and smiled, then suddenly became still, only to be blown by the cold wind, turning into ashes, intending to drift away with the wind.

Song Yan promptly opened his eyes, slightly grasped with his five fingers, solidified the ashes, and stored them in an urn.

He knew Li Shanhai’s injuries were extraordinarily severe but never expected that just one game would lead to complete death and Dao disappearance, making it impossible for him to even become a Ghost Cultivator.

What kind of death was this?

From the sky came the mournful cry of the Ice Abyss Phoenix.

The Li Family members seemed to sense something, knelt down in a dense crowd, crying out: "Old Ancestor!"

Song Yan’s heart also experienced extreme grief from that "words follow the law."

He looked up as two lines of tears streamed down.

Li Shanhai’s game was very important to him.

A moment passed, yet within the game, fifty years elapsed.

Ultimately, he discovered one thing: he could use the Remaining Life Dao Fruit’s power on the host he possessed, allowing that target to quickly improve in power, who wouldn’t notice the Remaining Life Dao Fruit and would only think they suddenly had an epiphany.

Because of this, over fifty years, the young boy not only became a legend in Purple Sun City but even unified the entire Jianghu of Purple Sun City. He didn’t kill the young man controlled by Li Shanhai, but simply sent his long sword flying with a casual flick to decide the victory.

This tremendous gap was enough to prove Song Yan’s potential, and therefore Li Shanhai passed with a smile.

And this victory made Song Yan feel that there was a lot more "freedom aura" in his body, which he quickly digested by harnessing Heaven-Reaching Wisdom.

He faintly felt that if there were a few more games, it might be possible for the "Ten Mountain Opening" of the Middle Realm to be quickly achieved. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The rewards given by this "Great Dao Chessboard" were truly generous.

But why could his "Remaining Life Dao Fruit" still be used on this chessboard?

This wasn’t fair.

Besides this, a few things felt strange to him.

Firstly, the "Great Dao Chessboard" has three hundred and sixty-one places, but the two parties opposing each other place black and white pieces simultaneously, implying that if both had a sufficiently high realm, high enough to fight to the end, then... it would come to a standstill at the last move.

What is the last move about?

Secondly, why did the "Great Dao Chessboard" provide such abundant rewards?

What was the origin of this chessboard?

Thirdly, does Purple Sun City truly exist in some corner of this Star Domain?

Various emotions, insights, and doubts interwoven, Song Yan sat quietly by the green stone, holding the urn, and after a while, a large black umbrella opened above his head.

Song Yan glanced sideways and saw those embroidered shoes stepping on the snow, long legs wrapped in a beige silk dress, and above that, the concerned demeanor of the beautiful woman.

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