Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 754 - 264. Turning Guest into Host, Goodbye Senior Sister (7.0K words - Subscription Requested)_2
Chapter 754: 264. Turning Guest into Host, Goodbye Senior Sister (7.0K words – Subscription Requested)_2
Seeing the Forbidden Stake, Song Yan narrowed his eyes. He didn’t even bother to read the name of this sect before tearing space apart and diving into the void turbulence below to prepare his attack.
The Western Nether Realm was quite vast, and thirty years really wasn’t much time at all. The Long Night Emperor used a force to set up forbidden stakes, while Song Yan sought them out, place by place. He knew that “Pole Guardians” mostly inhabited the areas around the Forbidden Stakes, and being high-ranking officials of the Changfeng Immortal Dynasty, if he killed them, so be it.
A Late Stage Realm Spirit could exist in void turbulence for extended periods.
And this… was enough to form a unique method of attack, to execute a dimensional reduction strike against sects of the Profound Yellow Second Realm.
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Lingshu Pure Heaven Pavilion, a significant power in the Western Nether Realm, though not comparable to the previous Crane Spirit Sect or Sea Break Sect, had within its confines an old ancestor of the Profound Yellow Second Realm.
This ancestor had been entirely subjugated and, by offering various treasures, beauties, and even secret realms and worlds, was titled “Zhenxi Zhenjun” by the Changfeng Immortal Dynasty.
Zhenxi Zhenjun was a benevolent-looking, white-haired old man, appearing kind, known for alchemy and saving lives, but this was merely a facade.
The herbs and pills he distributed were merely bait; what he truly wanted to refine was the Life Spirit Pill, which to some extent actually resembled the power of the “Pill Elder” of the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, yet he lacked the Pill Elder’s self-imposed moral constraints.
At this moment, he was standing on a cloud pavilion, stroking his beard and gazing into the distance.
A disciple approached from afar, reporting arrangements such as the “Spirit Stake Technique Assembly” and other similar matters.
This “Spirit Stake Technique Assembly” was actually another method of Zhenxi Zhenjun to attract surrounding Loose Cultivators, where the fortunate could obtain some Profound Qi and Starfire locked by the Spirit Locking Chain.
Zhenxi Zhenjun patiently listened, then waved his hand, signaling the disciple to leave, and subsequently turned to the two figures revealed on either side.
One was graceful and ethereal, dressed in green like a lotus, holding a lotus lamp; she was the titled “Lamp Lady” within the sect, but this “lamp” referred not to Han Weizi’s lamp, but the Soul-Grabbing Lamp, a lower grade spirit treasure in the Lamp Lady’s hand.
The lamp oil, refined from a strong person’s body, burns to draw other strong individuals, allure souls, and capture spirits. The better the quality of the oil, the stronger the effect. It is said that if lamp oil is crafted from the body of a cultivator at the Profound Yellow Third Realm, the resulting flame can harm cultivators of the same realm.
With this item, Lamp Lady has often assisted Zhenxi Zhenjun in luring people.
At this moment, she appeared quite weathered by the winds, obviously summoned and returning from afar.
The other was a giant with a body like a mountain, spanning ten thousand feet wide and a thousand feet tall, who also held an official position in the Changfeng Immortal Dynasty as a “Pole Guard,” his realm at the Profound Yellow First Realm.
Zhenxi Zhenjun asked, “How goes the investigation? Has the Long Night Emperor really fallen?”
Lamp Lady hesitated, saying, “On my recent trip, I witnessed many sects completely wiped out; the young ones still have survivors, but none above Divinity Transformation remained. If the Long Night Emperor were still here, how could he allow this fiend to run rampant?”
Pole Guard gravelly remarked, “Perhaps the Emperor is merely testing our loyalty.”
Lamp Lady replied, “You’ve not seen the devastation of the ruined sects outside.”
Zhenxi Zhenjun pondered…
His aged eyes scanned the distance, debating whether to stay or go.
If the Long Night Emperor was truly dead, then the tree would fall and the monkeys scatter, but what if he was alive and merely testing? What should he do then?
He felt this matter was difficult to handle.
As he was contemplating, suddenly… Zhenxi Zhenjun felt a strange emotion arise in his heart, which quickly turned eerie and chilling, making his hair stand on end.
Anything capable of unsettling a Profound Yellow Second Realm, Zhenxi Zhenjun instantly expanded his divine sense, abruptly focusing all attention on the ground below…
The world seemed like a painting, and behind the painting was a massive silhouette approaching.
The silhouette came closer and closer.
A face!
A man’s face!
A face even larger than the towering mountain that was the Pole Guard!
Before Zhenxi Zhenjun could react, he heard a soul-rending “boom,” space shattered, shattering into a pitch-black chasm like the mouth of a giant beast, with space fragments of black and white snowflakes swirling chaotically.
The man’s gigantic face vanished, transforming into an ordinary-shaped, lightless silhouette.
Zhenxi Zhenjun’s head buzzed, then he lost consciousness.
Lamp Lady and the Pole Guard, like ants, had their bodies and souls separated the moment they were enveloped by the “Great Freedom Realm.”
This was the dimensional reduction strike of the Profound Yellow Third Realm against the Second Realm.
At the early stage of the Third Realm, one might only be able to linger briefly in the void turbulence, but in the late stage, they could remain for long periods.
It was like a deep-sea monster faced with mortals paddling a canoe; it didn’t need to make any movements, merely diving into the sea, then suddenly leaping up, the resulting storm and tidal wave was enough to kill all those mortals.
Song Yan did not allow the trio to fall into the void turbulence but instead, with a hand in the Great Freedom Realm, disassembled, transformed, and executed absolute will, heaven-reaching wisdom, substitute death, processing them in an instant.
The turbulence slowly healed.
Lingshu Pure Heaven Pavilion was as if exploded, surrounding disciples began to scatter.
And five rays of light radiated around Song Yan.
Hua Xianggu and Xiao Hanshan, as usual, helped Song Yan intercept fleeing cultivators.
Han Lingzi directly spread out a massive web-like treasure, sourced from the Changfeng Immortal Dynasty — the Celestial Net Secret Spider Web, generally weak in lethality but quite effective in trapping and obstructing.
Han Lingzi originally couldn’t utilize much of the spirit treasure’s power, but with Han Weizi providing recovery, the “Celestial Net Secret Spider Web” unfolded directly, covering an area and entangling hundreds of cultivators.
Xiao Bing joined the two women in intercepting people all around.
Song Yan’s body slightly moved, then suddenly stopped, raising a hand to summon a cyan lamp about to fall into the void turbulence, glanced at it, then tossed it to Han Weizi in the distance, saying, “Sister Wei, this spirit treasure might suit you, take it.”
