Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 659 - 239. Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, Han Gong Song Yan (6.0K words - please subscribe)
Chapter 659: 239. Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, Han Gong Song Yan (6.0K words – please subscribe)
Rusted Sword State—it is merely a wishful name by the Myriad Swords Star Realm; to the cultivators of the Demon Mountain Star Realm, it has another name: Blood Abyss.
Abyss, one may enter but not return.
As for blood, it is presumably the first impression this abandoned land without a master gives.
The Righteous Dao calls it Rusted Sword State, while the Demon Dao calls it Blood Abyss, and the local inhabitants prefer to call it Rusted Sword Blood Abyss.
Blood… is falling from above.
Above this world pieced together by over a dozen heavens and earths, countless gigantic ancient rusted swords float suspended. Around the swords are layers of broken world membranes. Looking up, the space seems like a beehive, and the tips of these gigantic swords eternally drip blood.
It’s said that unimaginable wars have erupted here many times, each rusted ancient sword used to be a large secret realm or battlefield, or even a shrunk heaven and earth.
The once prosperous civilizations are now unknown and ignored, discarded like trash in this land without a master.
The ancient swords outside support the world membranes; inside are innumerable corpses. By some unknown power, these corpses remain fresh, uncorrupted despite the passing of ages.
Thus, these Rusted Sword Secret Realms became a massive “sponge” soaked in blood, naturally, and slowly dripping down blood from the sword tips above.
Song Yan sat in a tavern shielded by an array to block the blood rain.
Blood slid down the array shield.
But before him was a bowl of steaming hot spirit rice porridge.
He quietly watched the porridge, fleeting past scenes seemed to flash across its surface. He lifted it with both hands, slowly bringing it to his mouth, but his peripheral vision caught sight of a child outside the array watching him eagerly drink the porridge.
That child held a tattered umbrella, skin and bones, drooling with hunger.
His movements stopped.
Just as he paused, he felt countless divine senses quietly fall upon him, as if they were watching to see what he would do.
His cold face suddenly broke into a slight smile. He put down the porridge bowl and beckoned to the child at the side.
That indistinguishable boy or girl child ran in with great joy, grabbing a bowl from a storage bag as they ran.
Here, storage bags were like trash bags, abundant.
As for the bowl, it was a broken and powerless dharma artifact, with chips on the edges.
The child carefully poured the spirit rice porridge into their bowl, then stored it back into the storage bag, and even seriously licked the porridge bowl clean, coating it with their saliva, before setting it down.
The child knelt down and bowed three times loudly to Song Yan, then turned and fled with all their might.
The child ran fast, as if pursued by a ravenous beast; a moment’s delay would mean being devoured, would mean death.
Song Yan pushed the bowl in front of him away, leaning back, causing the wooden chair to creak noisily. Just as he was about to fall, his leg braced against the table, achieving a comfortable balancing position.
He fished out a gourd from his chest, popped the cork, brought it to his lips, and took a hearty swig of the fine wine from the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace.
An entire secret realm of an ocean of wine, enough to drink until the seas dry up and the rocks decay.
And in this land where even spirit rice porridge was more expensive than a storage bag, the wine was exceedingly precious.
He shut his eyes, savoring the fine wine selected meticulously by the Sword Palace.
Every drop was poison for cultivators beneath the Profound Yellow, but for a Profound Yellow Cultivator, it was just right.
Intoxicating, making one lose oneself, forget worries.
In his immersion in the sweetness of the wine, feeling the drunkenness burning his body, suddenly a female cultivator’s voice came from across him.
“Good wine.”
Song Yan didn’t open his eyes and said, “Yes.”
“Good wine should be shared with others,” the female cultivator said with a charming smile, “I, along with my brothers, would like a share, how about it?”
As her words fell, Song Yan heard the sounds of several people sitting down with “thump thump thump.”
Four cultivators in total, all at the Divinity Transformation level.
To survive here and dare to demand wine, one would have to at least be at the Divinity Transformation Realm.
Since Song Yan arrived at this Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, a considerable amount of time had passed.
He couldn’t remember if it was three years, or five, or perhaps ten years.
No one sought him out, for although he was exiled, “Song Yan” still remained at the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace.
The Sword Palace had painstakingly set a bait, naturally unwilling to let go easily.
Before parting, the Sword Palace made some small trades with him.
He received a “Profound Celestial Sword Manual” that could be cultivated to the “Profound Yellow Third Realm—Sword Spirit Realm,” some celestial fire spirit stones, some world cores for trading, the corpse of a demon beast at the Profound Yellow First Realm, and a chance to visit the Sword Tomb to bid farewell to Gu Mohan.
In return, he gave up the name “Song Yan.”
Now, he could be Tom or Harry, but he could not be the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace’s “Innate Taiyin Talent, Wa Text Forbidden Talisman Container” that the world already knew.
These years, he had been trying to investigate the whereabouts of the Dragon Tomb, wandering to this area.
Rumor had it that there was a “well-preserved ancient battlefield, naturally with many secret treasures left behind, the battlefield was large-scale, even involving dragons.” Because of the dragons’ involvement, the stakes were high.
Outside, there were even those who displayed dragon bone artifacts, claiming they obtained them here.
Undoubtedly, these messages were enough to draw Song Yan to investigate.
Likewise, undeniably many other cultivators had come to investigate too.
…
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In this place.
Kindness means being easy to bully.
Backing down implies being very easy to bully.
