Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 810

Chapter 810: Chapter 281: Yu Shou’s Truth, the Final Lie

Whoosh...

Song Yan suddenly halted his movement and scanned the surroundings, the pitch-black, void surroundings. He was still some distance away from the nearest Star Domain, but... his Divine Sense was suddenly greatly compressed.

He stopped in mid-air, flipped through his map, only to find the Divine Sense markers on the map had disappeared.

For a Cultivator traveling through the stars, losing their Divine Sense is akin to losing their eyesight; losing their map is like losing a compass at sea.

But Song Yan was not flustered.

He already knew that in this Great Thousand Worlds, the curse of Saint Xi had a vast coverage, and "locking Divine Sense" and "erasing the Divine Sense Map" were all normal phenomena brought about by this curse.

Not only are these normal, but there are also a few cautions to note.

Do not use any time-related, divination-related items or treasures;

Do not think about what you are going to do...

Otherwise, it will not just be "locking Divine Sense," but your fate will be altered, fixed, and irreversible.

If it were the normal Saint Xi, it would not be like this; but a mad Saint Xi has become a calamity, a disaster.

"Hoo..."

Song Yan simply emptied his mind, spread his arms, and lay in the cold, dark starry sky, then purely applied a force to himself, no longer caring where he was headed.

Before leaving the Purple Cloud Heaven, he had already anticipated this situation, and the Human Realm’s Song Yan used the power of Wa Saint to give him a prayer — you will have good fortune.

In the domain of Saint Xi’s curse, unless using the power of another Saint to counteract it, the effect would be minimal, which would inevitably embroil him in new, complex situations.

So he emptied himself and went with the flow.

He wanted to see where "good fortune" would lead him.

...

"Hoo..."

"Hoo..."

Lying in the starry sky, he wouldn’t go hungry, wouldn’t die, he just applied a forward force to himself, then drifted aimlessly.

Suddenly, a terrifying vision emerged in Song Yan’s mind: a small White Tiger tore open his belly, broke through his Divine Soul, emerged from his body, then started licking his face with a barbed tongue. With each lick, a layer of flesh was torn from his face. Soon, his eyeball was licked out, hanging by nerves on his cheek, and his bones were exposed. As the little White Tiger consumed him, its form gradually transformed into a massive shadow, which emitted a silver bell-like laugh: ’Finally... emerged.’

Song Yan hurriedly tried to extinguish this thought.

This was clearly the curse in Saint Xi’s region trying to "mislead his destiny," and if he truly thought like that, the fate that wasn’t originally meant to happen would occur.

However, suppressing this thought wasn’t easy, as it kept bubbling up, initially like a bubbling spring, and gradually intensified as if erupting like a volcano.

Song Yan struggled to suppress it...

He used all his strength to push it down.

He had never felt so exhausted before.

The thought emerged swiftly, suddenly appearing, and he needed to suppress it in time, yet couldn’t use other thoughts to help.

Unknown how long had passed...

...

...

Bam!

Clear lake water splashed.

"Someone jumped off a cliff!" a cry rang out.

Before long, someone rushed into the water, paddling with both hands, pulling out the slowly sinking young man.

After a series of compressions on his abdomen, Song Yan coughed up a few mouthfuls of water and opened his eyes to look outside.

Green mountains and clear waters, tall cliffs towering above.

And he had landed in the deep water at the bottom of the cliff, which led people to mistakenly think he was attempting suicide.

"Lad, what’s troubling you so?" an old man’s voice came from behind.

He looked at the old man and pondered: ’What kind of good fortune is this?’

The old man had white hair, was frail, full of wrinkles, in simple clothes, clean yet not luxurious, clearly from an ordinary family...

Seeing him wake up, the old man slowly raised his hand and smiled, "Such a handsome lad, having died once, go on and live well now."

Song Yan said, "I... who am I?"