Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 724 - 255. Divine Forms Demon Body, Sword Palace Secret Envoy (5.3K words - Request for Monthly Tickets)_2
Chapter 724: 255. Divine Forms Demon Body, Sword Palace Secret Envoy (5.3K words – Request for Monthly Tickets)_2
Hua Xianggu didn’t ask further, instead she looked at the other storage bag.
Suspended in the bag was a pitch-black stone slab, with some cracks on its surface, twisting pale lines entwined together to form a peculiar “Giant Mouth Map”. Outside the giant mouth were little black dots, but upon closer inspection, they were countless terrified fleeing people.
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Two months later…
“Old Li, here’s the Visualization Map you wanted.”
“Sister Xianggu, you’re too kind.”
“Haha, no need for politeness; we are good friends after all.”
“How’s the Yin Qi issue going?”
“The Cyan Nether Merchant Association has everything.
This time, there’s enough Yin Qi, so we won’t have to save on Yin Coffins when transforming ghost cultivators.
Whether it’s the elite of the Li Family or those deceased disciples of the Crane Spirit Sect, they will all become ours. Eventually, both the Crane Spirit Sect and the Sea Break Sect will be occupied by us.
Of course, those higher realm cultivators are your Outer Body Incarnations, Old Li, and it’s necessary for you to lend a hand during this process…”
“Sister Xianggu, let’s first digest what’s currently available; the rest of it can wait till we battle with the Changfeng Immortal Dynasty.”
“Old Li, you’re always so thorough.”
After a brief conversation, the “Giant Mouth Visualization Map” fell into Song Yan’s hands.
Hua Xianggu bid farewell.
At this moment, Song Yan was in a Secret Realm Cave Mansion of a Qi Hall in the Crane Spirit Sect.
The Qi Hall is a deeply hidden area within the Secret Realm.
From the Qi Box to the Qi Chamber, and up to a Qi Hall like this, Song Yan had seen quite a lot along the way.
In desolate places like the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, even the local dominant she is can only afford a Qi Box; whereas, mighty powers like the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, even just one Void Ship is equipped with a Qi Chamber; and as for the Crane Spirit Sect of this level five Cultivation Profound Land, it possesses a Qi Hall.
The Qi Hall preserving a Secret Realm Cave Mansion, is fundamentally different from a level four Cultivation Profound Land.
A hundred large-scale Secret Realms float here, each chosen with utmost care by the Crane Spirit Sect as a Cave Mansion.
The Secret Realm is composed of at least a hundred human towns, a dozen nomadic tribes, and a dozen island residents, the populace of these areas is entirely made up of mortals who cannot cultivate.
The locals here pass down their lineage generation after generation, embracing the legends of immortals, recording the tales of the Immortal Mountain Treasure Land through literature and art, yet not a single one can cultivate.
Such Secret Realms are undoubtedly a paradise for Profound Yellow cultivators.
When tired, one can transform into a mortal and spend some time playing in the human world, or even enjoy a few years with a mortal lady.
Every Secret Realm here is a place where Profound Qi is extremely abundant. Cultivators reside in the depths of the Immortal Mountain, surrounded by Illusion Arrays, and unless they deliberately trigger the array, mortals could walk ten thousand times a million times yet still not truly see the Immortal Cave Mansion.
As for the rainbow-like transformations of immortals that mortals witness, they are merely traces left by youths in the Divinity Transformation Realm occasionally coming to pay respects to the master of the Profound Yellow Realm.
Hua Xianggu, coming and going from Secret Realms like this, would never be noticed by mortals.
In the mountains, immortal energy is enshrouding.
Song Yan took out the Hungry Ghost Dao Visualization Map and found a pavilion at the mountain peak to sit down.
Outside the pavilion, Little Bell ran over, making a quirky eye then sat down beside him.
As for Han Weizi, she was only present in this realm, deeply hidden in clouds.
Speaking of which, it’s simple…
Han Weizi now had replaced the earlier Biyunzi, starting to tell stories to Little Bing.
Upon truly realizing Song Yan wasn’t her own man, Han Weizi felt a sense of guilt and betrayal each time she saw Song Yan, though there was more complexity and thrill during intimate moments, accompanied by hurried exclamations, but in daily life… she has become less passionate, less gentle, and would slightly lower her head instead of looking at him whenever she saw Song Yan.
This “unscrupulous vicious female co-star” thus grew fond of spending time with Little Bing.
The person and phoenix often flew off to who-knows-where telling stories, one time Song Yan even saw Han Weizi, carrying the Ice Abyss Phoenix transformed as a little blue bird, leisurely strolling human towns, tasting delicacies, appreciating scenery, sitting in tea houses, listening to storytellers speak of immortal stories.
Song Yan looked closely at the visualization map, his gaze sweeping along the giant mouth, observing the fleeing little black dots open out one by one.
He could see countless fleeing people represented by those little black dots.
Each wore different clothes, performed different actions, bore distinct expressions and appearances…
Each was so vividly real.
As if a world during its apocalypse was suddenly turned into a two-dimensional drawing by some terrifying power from a three-dimensional world, deeply imprinted upon this dense black stone slab.
His fingers then skimmed the edges of the black stone slab, sensing a rough serrated texture.
Undoubtedly, this visualization map was fractured.
He could not discern whose giant mouth it was, only felting a strong sense of devouring, a hunger.
As he continued examining, the hunger grew even more intense.
He felt his body, Divine Soul, and Divine Thought all had a craving to consume.
This made him quite curious.
Is it that spiritual?
He had only looked for a short while and already felt such sensations?
And right at this moment, Song Yan heard a commotion.
“My lord~”
Little Bell approached further with no sense of boundaries, leaning over and wrapping her arms around Song Yan’s neck, resting her little chin on his shoulder as she asked, “What are you looking at?”
Song Yan was momentarily stunned.
Throughout his journey of cultivating profound, he had never encountered such a brazen female cultivator.
Whether the Furnace ladies in the Puppet Sect or later An Li, Tang Ningxin, they would only become fearful upon seeing his true self, thus growing distant.
Little Bell, clearly aware of his massacring the Li Family and allying with ghost cultivators, knowing fully well he was not Li Xuanchan, yet not only didn’t she keep her distance, instead grew closer—this was indeed a first.
