Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 787

Chapter 787: 274. The Gates of the Netherworld, Saints Covertly Compete (6.4K words - Please Subscribe)

"Hoo..."

Song Yan exhaled lightly.

He looked down again at the array embryo, which should have had many lines drawn on it by him, but it was completely empty.

"Dad?" Yuzhuang Po Xu looked at him with concern.

Song Yan said, "Was I just in a daze?"

Yuzhuang Po Xu nodded.

Song Yan handed over the blank array embryo, saying, "Yuzhuang, there’s something wrong with this talisman character, Dad can’t draw it."

Yuzhuang Po Xu said, "Then let me do it."

With that, she began to meticulously carve and draw on the array embryo. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Song Yan took the opportunity to glance again at the panel; the section marked [Realm Spirit] was still a question mark, along with three lines of information, the second of which read: [This Realm Spirit is indeed your Realm Spirit].

He glanced again at the little white tiger slumbering in his Lifebound Realm, recalling how it had extended its paw to help him avert disaster earlier.

Yuzhuang Po Xu drew quickly, and soon the array embryo was filled with strange array patterns. She held up the array embryo and said, "Dad, then what?"

Song Yan glanced at the array embryo, feeling that the array patterns were distorted and blinding, giving him an uncomfortable dizziness, like eating spoiled leftovers and then spinning in place three hundred times.

He withdrew his gaze and, while absorbing a steady stream of Celestial Demon Obsession with the "Great Freedom Realm," said to Yuzhuang Po Xu, "You’ve already mastered the same array knowledge as I have."

The moment he finished speaking, it took effect.

The small white hand hovered in the sky, collecting payment.

Suddenly, Song Yan’s pupils narrowed slightly.

Because this time, he noticed something unusual.

Not an anomaly with the Wa Saint, but with himself.

As the "words became reality," he could feel a fleeting sense of coldness being added to his Divine Soul, like a thread of ice dropped into warm water, but... the coldness vanished almost immediately.

Earlier, he had felt this coldness as well, but it was so faint that he naturally assumed it "automatically dissolved."

But after the recent drawing of the array, he suddenly realized: some cold sensations cannot dissolve automatically.

He cast "words become reality," and allowed the "Divine Forms Demon Body" to substitute death, seemingly hiring the Wa Saint to work for him unrestrictedly, but he had been paying a genuine price all along.

If such cold sensations were not resolved, but accumulated over time, the outcome would be unimaginable, which is the true cost of "misusing Holy Power."

The net of heaven is vast and wide, but none can escape.

Saints cannot be trifled with.

So, if he wasn’t resolving it himself, then who was?

Song Yan had initially felt the "cold sensation" when absorbing a Ghost Cultivator’s breakthrough to the Profound Yellow Three Realms, but since when... had this "cold sensation" been immunized?

Suddenly, Song Yan had a realization: it turns out the powerful one wasn’t him, but the Realm Spirit White Tiger within his Divine Soul.

’Thanks.’

He said silently.

The little white tiger, with an aloof expression, showed no emotion, instead twisting its body and laying its sideways face between its two furry paws, while its body twisted and turned, nudging Song Yan’s Lifebound Realm so that the talisman characters shifted around, aside from the "Freedom" of Lifebound, the rest representing "Wa" and "Burial" were significantly lightened.

"Hey." Song Yan called out again.

The little white tiger buried its face completely between its paws.

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