Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 770

Chapter 770: 269. Good friend, I must see you! (4.5K words - seeking subscription)_2

"All are memories."

Raising his hand, Song Yan inhaled, shattering the ice cavern. One by one, Netherworld Corpse Demons converged towards him, condensing upon his body and compressing into dense flesh and blood.

The Divine Forms Demon Body, when unleashed, stands towering between heaven and earth; when withdrawn, it becomes as compact as a mortal, by no means an inconvenience.

After collecting the Netherworld Corpse Demons, Song Yan noticed for the first time that there was actually another hidden Soul Threshold entrance below. These secret realms stacked like strings of sesame flowers, forming the Tumor Realm landscape unique to the Sea of Suffering Celestial Demon invasion of the world.

Song Yan took out a Qi Box from his bosom, opened it, and then reached out to grab it.

The gigantic Tumor Realm quickly shrank, turning into deformed coral-like strange stones.

He placed this strange stone into the Qi Box for collection.

Finishing all this, he continued to move forward, attempting to gather more intelligence regarding the Five Elements Heaven-Stealing Ship or to find a suitable opportunity for invasion.

He has both patience and time.

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Months later...

Underground.

A cave...

The remaining Array Shield was exhausting the Profound Qi from the Profound Stones here, blocking some rolling stones. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The signs of someone tidying up were evident on the rubble-strewn open ground. In the corners, clusters of campfires burned discreetly, each surrounded by nearly a hundred mortals, totaling over twenty fire pits. There were no elders here, only numb-faced youths and adults, disheveled women, and emaciated children sitting.

Food was scarce, consisting of some kind of elixir left by an Immortal, which when diluted with water could stave off hunger, but was already running low.

As they aged, physical strength inevitably waned, leading to the elderly’s death. Even if they didn’t die, they would choose to leave, giving more rations to the younger generation, going into the outside world to fend for themselves.

The remaining Array Shield of the Cultivator Cave Mansion not only blocked some ordinary dangers from outside but also kept various odors within, causing a faint stench of urine and feces to linger in the air.

Someone was telling a story at the time, recounting how this land once had sunlight.

A child curiously asked what sunlight was.

The storyteller began to describe it, but no matter how they described it, it was far different from true sunlight because they had never seen it either.

In their memory, sunlight was the light gifted by the Divine, a dreamy beam penetrating the clouds and descending from the sky, the most beautiful thing in the world. The land illuminated by this brilliance could grow food.

Another child asked why his planted seeds had yet to sprout.

The storyteller couldn’t answer.

So many children began shouting, "Liar, liar!"

The storyteller chuckled, scratching their head, saying, "It’s also something passed down from the previous generation; I don’t actually know if it’s true or not."

After a while, someone began singing, and everyone quieted down, softly humming along. But when a loud commotion came from outside, they all stopped singing like frightened mice and looked fearfully at the overhanging soil and stones supported by the Array Shield.

Only when the commotion subsided would they start singing again.

It usually went like this; they were used to it.

However, today was different.

The commotion not only didn’t disappear but brought subsequent tremors. Initially like distant tides, far-off thunder, but soon seized by an invisible giant hand, it began to shake violently.

The campfires flickered like candles in the wind, casting everyone’s shadows on the surrounding walls, resembling crazed seaweed swaying in the deep sea...

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