Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 813

Chapter 813: Chapter 282: The Three Realms Become One, Preaching the Dao and Sealing the Emperor (13,000 Characters—Grand Finale)

Cyan Cliff Mountain, Green Water Pool.

Wang Jinming sat in the wheelchair, slowly closing his eyes in the pale golden light of dawn.

An old man has something to rely on, leaving peacefully.

The mountain wind brushed across the wilderness, the old man’s head tilted to one side, and the young man’s hand reached out to support his ear, gently laying it down.

"Rest in peace."

"Hmm."

Qiu Lianyue responded, she didn’t bring her two maids, at this moment she was just standing beside Song Yan, sending this old man on his way.

An ordinary old man from the Mortal World, perhaps unrelated to gods and saints, but closely tied to Wang Qingya and the second lady of General Qiu’s Mansion.

Soon, the tombstone was erected on the cliff.

Qiu Lianyue’s hands were covered with dirt, her body soaked in sweat, just like a filial daughter sending off an elder.

Song Yan praised, "A nameless saint."

Qiu Lianyue said, "There is no saint here, only a second lady of the general’s mansion who doesn’t care about the world’s gaze, doesn’t care about the general’s reputation, and is ready to elope with a servant."

Song Yan was about to speak, but suddenly his mind moved, and he saw the distant sky atop the high mountain suddenly dim, the whole Cyan Cliff Mountain was filled with flying sand and stones, howling and roaring, the world darkened, and one couldn’t see their fingers.

The sudden change made him squint his eyes.

Following the tracks, he saw a powerful outline manifest abruptly in the void, rusty strange thunder scrambled like snakes.

The sudden oppressive force seemed like icy sharp needles falling from the sky, piercing into Song Yan’s body, soul, and Divine Thought, making him feel a chill, as if plunged into an icy cave, with a sense of dread.

In the next instant, Song Yan shook off the fear, squinted his eyes, and covertly thought, "So strong," while the Dao heart contained in the "Three Lifetimes Body" also made his blood boil, with a hint of eagerness, wanting to battle it.

However...

"Greetings, Half-Saint." The majestic voice carried respect as it fell here, not leaking a bit. Even if someone was on Cyan Cliff Mountain, they wouldn’t hear a word.

But for some reason, these four words didn’t bypass Song Yan, allowing him to hear them completely without expending the slightest Divine Power.

Qiu Lianyue didn’t say anything, just raised her fingers slightly and beckoned towards that outline.

The outline, obscuring the sky and sun, suddenly stiffened.

Then, the outline began to shrink rapidly, increasingly smaller, while the power, Qi Blood, and Divine Thought around it dissipated swiftly, flowing into the air.

Clap.

A moment ago, the imposing figure that considered a whole world as a mustard seed transformed into a dense bead.

Qiu Lianyue pinched it with her hand, and the bead instantly shattered.

Rain, fell from the sky, streaming through the heavens.

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