Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 666 - 240. Giant Dragon Battlefield, Terrifying “Burial” (7.3K words - Please Subscribe)_4
Chapter 666: 240. Giant Dragon Battlefield, Terrifying “Burial” (7.3K words – Please Subscribe)_4
Yin Jiuqiao snuggled up to Song Yan, while giving a sweet smile to the struggling cultivator.
The cultivator gazed obsessively at this smile, then let out a roar.
“Go for it!”
Another intense wave of energy surged.
Countless lightning, blooming with dazzling colors.
The outermost purple lightning, the middle red thunder, and the core’s blazing white lightning moved like serpentine dragons, surging and fiercely attacking the cultivator.
Ying Wubei said, “I didn’t expect to actually see the real Thunder Burst Pool, with its three colors, it should be the Three Tribulations Thunderstorm Pool.”
Wu Sheng said, “In this area, even the floating water droplets are liquid thunder tribulations. If an intruder carelessly touches even one drop, it will trigger a thunder tribulation. If they move more, it will cause a chain reaction, and it will be like this now.”
Ying Wubei said, “There must be an entrance to the second layer here! The entrance… should be right there!”
He suddenly pointed, astonishingly, to the center of a seemingly purple water area in the Sea of Blood.
Upon hearing this, Yin Jiuqiao’s delicate eyes shifted slightly, and she shouted, “If you really want to make me happy, hold on, and then open a path for me there.”
She raised a finger to point at the purple water area.
The bloodied white-robed cultivator turned to look.
Yin Jiuqiao displayed a pitiful smile.
At that moment, the white-robed cultivator’s emotions were intensely stirred, heedless of his soul nearly being scattered, he roared and charged towards the water area.
The celestial thunder became even more intense.
Yin Jiuqiao pointed at the remaining armored cultivator leading the way.
The armored cultivator also followed closely.
Only then did the four evil cultivators exchange glances, flickering their figures and swiftly entered.
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A moment later…
Five figures appeared in a barren, withered mountain region, where not a single blade of grass grew.
Here, the Sea of Blood had turned into a Blood River.
Looking down from above, they saw countless rivers intersecting and gradually linking to one place.
That place was indeed the previous Three Tribulations Thunderstorm Pool.
Song Yan weighed in his hand the pearl he had casually taken from the center of the pool while traversing the Three Tribulations Thunderstorm Pool earlier.
The pearl, transformed from a liquid light into a crystal, rotated with three colors, flowing with the power of celestial thunder, making it a remarkable thunder-based treasure.
“Han Gong, it seems you have good fortune; this Three Tribulations Celestial Thunder Pearl is a fine thing…” Ying Wubei cast a greedy glance.
Song Yan wasn’t particularly impressed; the pearl’s destructive power was limited to the Profound Yellow First Realm. He had the Red Dust Sword Gourd given by Ning Yunmiao, why would he care for it? Unless it contained a stronger celestial tribulation, he wouldn’t be tempted.
So, he said, “We’ll distribute it as needed when we return.”
Ying Wubei was taken aback and said, “Han Gong, truly?”
Song Yan said, “This pearl is in my hands, do I have a reason to deceive you?”
Ying Wubei showed joy and said, “Han Gong truly is the most principled among us evil cultivators.”
Yin Jiuqiao giggled.
She understood Han Gong well.
Han Gong had many principles.
Letting you live today is a principle, and having to kill you tomorrow is also a principle.
After laughing, she looked around and said, “I suppose there’s a third layer, let’s continue our search.”
Song Yan continued to drop needles for positioning.
And the surviving armored cultivator, though trembling, couldn’t resist Yin Jiuqiao’s allure, and was driven to continue exploring ahead.
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Half a year later…
“Ahhh!!!”
The armored cultivator let out a miserable scream.
His entire body was continuously exploding, and he tried to break free, but was being dragged downward by a large blood-colored exploding hand.
The four evil cultivators stopped their steps and observed carefully.
Upon seeing this, all four noticed something peculiar.
Yin Jiuqiao said, “This space actually has a powerful talisman cultivator; countless explosive talisman papers are hidden in this Blood River, and these talisman papers are subtly interconnected, seemingly giving rise to some spirit.”
Ying Wubei exclaimed in shock, “Is it the Realm Spirit Realm!?”
The Realm Spirit Realm is the Profound Yellow Third Realm, also referred to as the Sword Spirit Realm by the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace.
Similarly, the Profound Yellow Second Realm “Sword Domain Realm” is externally referred to as the “Realm Realm.”
All four of their faces turned unsightly, because if there was a region that only the “Realm Spirit Realm” could access, then this trip was in vain.
Yin Jiuqiao, looking at the river formed by blood talismans, shouted charmingly, “Charge inside!”
The armored cultivator heard the command, showing a struggling expression, but after just a moment of hesitation, he let out a roar and rushed in.
The four fixated their eyes, witnessing that the Blood River was indeed opening into a path, revealing an expression of delight.
Ying Wubei said: “It’s only a restriction, not yet a creature!”
The four figures flickered and followed through.
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A moment later.
The four appeared in a new space.
A look of gloom flashed in the eyes of all four, for a simple reason. Through the Blast Rune River just now, all four saw at the bottom of the river a corpse, wrapped in endless explosive talismans, clutching a Jade Scroll in its arms.
Without a doubt, that Jade Scroll was the heritage of the corpse, containing powerful talisman knowledge.
But alas, none of the four dared to take action to retrieve it; for the vast quantity of explosive talismans was too terrifying, should even one “talisman” attach itself, it was feared they would not live to leave.
However, the gloom in their eyes quickly dissipated.
Because the third layer space had already undergone an earth-shattering change.
Here, there was no lifeless Sea of Blood, Blood River, instead, it was filled with vibrant green.
Various Profound Flowers and marvelous plants grew wildly, air roots twisted like dragons coiling for tens of miles, intertwining with each other.
The four lightly swept their Divine Sense, and Ying Wubei suddenly rejoiced, pointing not far off: “There!”
In fact, he didn’t need to point, the other three had already seen.
It was a clearing akin to an immortal abode, surrounded by flowers, in the center two tombstones closely nestled together.
On the left stone was inscribed: Past Master Hanshan Zhenren, Supreme Forgetting Emotions, witnessed the Dao here—unworthy disciple Lu Shuangbai wept and stood.
At the bottom of the stone, small letters were attached: Sword Buries Old Affection, later generations beware to awaken.
The right stone was inscribed: My Master, the Fragrant Bone Lady, burned herself to feed desire, witnessed the Dao here—rebelling disciple Hong Yan’Er, blood-written.
Bottom letters of the stone: Remaining Fragrance in the Bones, the wearer shall succumb to all emotions.
Yin Jiuqiao’s eyes lit up, saying: “Sword Buries Old Affection? Remaining Fragrance in the Bones? At least two treasures!”
Wu Sheng said: “What about those two Profound Yellow Cultivators? We haven’t seen them all the way.”
Ying Wubei said: “The Three Tribulations Thunder Pool, Blood Rune River are enough to pulverize them to ashes, the treasures are right before your eyes, how could you not take them?”
As the three were arguing, Song Yan’s Divine Sense continued sweeping far ahead, soon he detected considerable giant beast skeletons, and a giant dragon skeleton appeared before him.
’It’s real!?’
Song Yan was overjoyed.
He discreetly swept past the tombstones before him, without rashly acting.
After a brief thought, he intended to arrange tasks.
But before he could speak, a sudden ominous feeling arose in his heart.
He suddenly turned his head, only to see a red line appearing on Wu Sheng’s brow, then the red line blossomed into a blood centipede, its body and Soul Thought split apart entirely.
Turning his head again, he saw Ying Wubei swiftly fall to the ground, kneeling before the tomb, and screaming at Song Yan with a strange glance: “Father.”
The strong Power of Bewitching Heart made Song Yan pause, yet he wasn’t nervous, he merely patted his waist.
On his waist was not a gourd.
In the next moment, a terrifying power emerged, he saw the space presenting the realm, and two abrupt figures appearing, imposing their power on him.
Beside him, Yin Jiuqiao’s frightened scream echoed.
“Ying Wubei, you’ve already become a puppet long ago!”
“Han Lang! That’s Realm… Realm Cultivators!”
Boom!!!
Darkness engulfed Song Yan.
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Ten years later…
Rustle…
A muddy, rainy, abandoned place.
In the darkness, a coffin lid was suddenly pushed open.
A Profound Robe youth sat up from inside, he seemed to awaken from a deep dream, dazed for a moment before he became clear-headed.
The sudden rain made his black hair drape wetly.
He touched the Red Dust Sword Gourd inside the coffin and sensed the situation around himself, bursting into laughter.
’It’s here, all of it is here!’
’Even the Three Tribulations Celestial Thunder Pearl is here!’
The horror of the “Burial” character of the Forbidden Talisman within the Dragon Burial Law was evident here.
Eternal lifespan of a thousand coffins.
Once fallen, rebirth would occur inside the coffin.
Everything before death would be taken intact along with rebirth.
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Append: Some book friends say to use fewer “.”, explaining here regardless of how many “.” are connected, even if one hundred, they only count as one character, Peach Blossom Cake is not using “.” to water down text.
