Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 780

Chapter 780: 272. Not out of the Sea of Suffering, falling into the vast world (7.4K words - seeking subscription)

The Sea of Suffering surged up waves, forming into whirlpools, where countless grim human faces roared and shouted from the gray murky liquid, mixed with obsession, wrathful madness, love, hate, resentment...

The owner of those past memories had actually already died, yet these obsessions refused to let go. They felt the powerful pull beneath the red flowers of the Other Shore Tree, instinctually wanting to flee but being forcibly drawn back, thereby forming a beautiful bright gray arc.

Song Yan’s use of Substitute Death had limited speed, which gave time for the gray arc of the Sea of Suffering to form...

He sat in the center of the arc, watching the shadowy scenes appearing in the Fifth Layer of the Sea of Suffering, suddenly gaining some realization: whether it be the city within the Great Dao Chessboard or the Visualization Map stone slab, they are hidden within the Nine Heavens.

A mere Fourth Layer cultivation of the Sea of Suffering was originally unworthy as a cost for his advancement, but the obsessions in the Fifth Layer were far stronger.

This originated from the obsession of the first day of Nine Heavens.

Where there’s obsession, there must be life.

The first day of Nine Heavens is a world with a real sun and moon.

Although the red flowers blossoming from the Other Shore Tree did not open a path to the first day of Nine Heavens, they did connect to the Sea of Suffering of that first day.

What Ning Daozhen said about "planting a seed, waiting for it to grow into wood, it will give you a more stable way to enter the first day," might mean precisely this.

Song Yan gazed at these obsessions, suddenly realizing something.

He looked above, at the red flowers above, noting the peculiar aroma they emitted, isolating all movements here from the outside, making it extremely difficult to detect.

And the purified Sea of Suffering waters became clear and clean, possessing a blue hue that originally should not exist.

A refreshing, relaxing azure blue, akin to the blue seen by the seashore in the Mortal World.

The intense attraction and the enormous gray halo made it difficult for him to stop easily because once he stopped, these strong obsessions from the first day of Nine Heavens would instantly destroy this Fourth Layer cultivation, and only worsen with time.

Soon...

The second flower bud had already formed, yet the entire Other Shore Tree only grew a tender tree body barely the length of a finger. From afar, no one would think it’s a tree, only a flower.

When the second flower bloomed, its fragrance doubled, broadening the path connecting to the deeper parts of the Sea of Suffering, enabling the obsessions flying from the Fifth Layer to nearly double in speed...

Song Yan’s cultivation speed also doubled.

Yet it remained long.

However, he did not find boredom in sitting; he only felt peace.

Compared to being targeted, chased, and running around chaotically, such peace was indeed precious, so precious that he didn’t even want to move.

In the past, it was all about "hide hide hide, kill kill kill," but now it was entirely different.

She laughed self-mockingly, "What I thought was the land of the Righteous Dao turned out to be a haven of filth, not only that, hiding the greatest Evil Demons in the world."

Word by word she said, "Blood... River... Saint..."

Before Song Yan could respond, she continued, "I also know that Blood River Lord must be greatly constrained, or not awakened at all; otherwise, the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace would’ve been completely invaded already.

Now that Grandfather knows these secrets, he will surely lead the Ning Family, along with the trustworthy uncles and elders within the Sword Palace, to battle these evils openly and covertly."

"Mm." Song Yan withdrew his arm, wrapping around the soft yet powerful back of his senior sister, placing his fingers on her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace.

He listened.

He didn’t say much.

He provided the sister a hug.

He did what he should do, and never lost his composure.

He contemplated all possible events whimsically yet preparedness.

He was like a mountain, offering Ning Yunmiao a sense of steady reliability, even if this mountain was dark, a terrifying mountain.