Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 762 - 266. Return Journey (5.6K words - Please Subscribe)_3
Chapter 762: 266. Return Journey (5.6K words – Please Subscribe)_3
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The Void Ship is navigating through the boundless starry sky.
On this day, Song Yan stood by the window, gazing into the distance.
In the distance, the red light gradually grew intense, like a red dot slowly exploding into a red sphere, red river, red sea…
This is the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss he had once wished to visit.
He watched quietly.
Suddenly, a voice came from beside him.
“Being a junior brother’s partner sure is tiring.” The female cultivator in a sackcloth robe stood beside him with a slightly mocking smile.
Song Yan instantly realized his senior sister had been eavesdropping.
Though his senior sister was upright, her Lifebound Talisman was “Mortal World,” not “Heartless” or “Cold.”
She always had her emotions.
Before, in the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, Song Yan actually desired her, but now… The Han sisters had filled his heart, and that burning passion had become much calmer.
So, he directly retorted with sarcasm, “And what about senior sister’s partner?”
They were Profound Yellow cultivators; unless they were protecting a “Profound Charm Body” like Xiao Lingdang, who hasn’t experienced a relationship in thousands of years?
Ning Yunmiao leaned slightly forward, elbows resting on the window ledge, looking at the starry sky, saying, “Love and separation happened before entering the Profound Yellow Realm. Back then it was poignant, but ever since entering the realm, I haven’t had a partner.”
Song Yan laughed, “How do you see me, senior sister?”
Ning Yunmiao was surprised, “You?”
Song Yan said, “On the Lower Realm, I was in a low state, but now I’m equal to senior sister.”
Ning Yunmiao recalled past memories, and after a long pondering, she still lightly shook her head.
Song Yan didn’t pursue it further; maybe senior sister had a cleanliness obsession and didn’t want to share a partner, perhaps she disliked his current dark aura, or maybe for other reasons.
But since she shook her head, he didn’t insist on it.
Lightly brought up, lightly set aside, that’s all.
Their attention returned to the front.
At the end of the Divine Sense…
The Rusted Sword Blood Abyss was raining, blood rain, each red drop slanting from the sword tip, exuding an indescribable stench, permeating the distant borderlands.
Song Yan suddenly said, “Today’s blood rain is heavy, I’ve never seen it in Rusted Sword Blood Abyss before. Senior sister, we should bypass this place.”
Ning Yunmiao recalled Ming Ruyin’s words; the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss evidently related to the Blood River Saint, since the Blood River Saint was still around, this place naturally needed to be avoided.
Hence, she hurriedly climbed to the high platform to operate the ship’s helm, starting to change course.
The starry sky naturally has its routes.
Every Void Ship travels somewhere, automatically following navigation charts.
Manually deviating would lead to losing direction and facing unimaginable issues, but Ning Yunmiao decided to heed her junior brother’s words, after all… he seemed incredibly reliable.
Crack…
Rumble, rumble, rumble…
The Void Ship began to turn.
At the moment of turning, a strange vibration suddenly transmitted over, causing the ship to jolt, up and down, the amplitude growing increasingly violent, like a large ship facing stormy seas.
A sharp sound abruptly rang, which quickly transformed into a chain of, scaled, resonant metallic screeching noises.
Song Yan followed the sound, his gaze landing on the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss.
On the rusted sword, dark red blood patterns suddenly lit up, as if injected with some sinister life force.
High above, the sword tip started to tremble, and the originally slow-dropping blood suddenly accelerated, forming scarlet lines that poured down like a torrential rain, broke through the array shield that blocked the blood rain.
The cultivators on Rusted Sword Blood Abyss’s ground began to resist this unexpected event.
But soon, those blood droplets twisted and transformed mid-air, from original bloodlines into countless small, sharp blood blades, shooting towards the ground, covering the sky.
Song Yan’s Outer Body Incarnation was also amongst them; it was precisely this incarnation that detected the passing Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace’s Black Crane Ancient Ship, hence prompting him to wait at Changfeng Immortal Dynasty.
This Outer Body Incarnation had not discovered anomalies before; Song Yan’s earlier “bypass” was a costly attempt to avoid sudden potential risks.
But now, the anomaly had indeed occurred.
When you possess rare treasures, when embroiled in higher-level battles, you’ll find… the world you know suddenly feels eerily unfamiliar.
Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, desolate cries scattered everywhere.
Song Yan’s Outer Body Incarnation was a Profound Yellow First Realm evil cultivator, and now even it quickly lost connection.
Muscle-like creatures resembling heavy armor, streaming with blood, formed within the Blood River.
It’s the Blood Demon!
More terrifying is that the rusted swords high above started to move, from eternally vertical to slowly inclined, until… all sword tips pointed at the distant Ancient Ship.
The black Immortal Crane pulling the ship was petrified in fear.
The Ancient Ship halted as a result.
Eerie characters appeared on the rusted sword blades, collapsing realm membranes, space followed distortion, seemingly torn by some force, forming pitch-black fissures.
That is void turbulence, the shattered void.
Song Yan ascended the high platform.
The Han sisters did so too.
Ning Yunmiao was activating the Ancient Ship Shield, layers of golden flames expanded outward, the array fully deployed, enough even to withstand several attacks from the Profound Yellow Four Realms.
Song Yan sighed, “This game has been set for quite a long time.”
Ning Yunmiao said, “You should say, you’re really esteemed by the saints, tell me, how many saints have you provoked?”
Song Yan said, “Can you blame me?”
The light conversation was merely to ease the atmosphere as their eyes kept fixed on the distance.
The tranquil starry sky had turned dark red.
In the next breath, countless rusted giant swords shot from hive-like broken void, each giant sword was an abandoned small world, each drop of blood on the blade wriggling like a living creature.
Ning Yunmiao stated, “Junior brother, use the Spirit Race power.”
While speaking, an array of living forces emitted from her, numerous gleaming white cranes, each’s power reaching the Profound Yellow Second Realm, and the central crane possessed a power not lesser than Ning Yunmiao’s, clearly it was the Ancestral Spirit.
Late-stage Realm Spirit cultivators, each was like an army, though they usually cherished their Lifebound Spirit Race, refraining from using it.
“Junior brother, now is the time to summon the Spirit Race!”
Ning Yunmiao urged again.
Song Yan helplessly looked at the slumbering little white tiger within his soul, calling, “Wake up, wake up.”
Ning Yunmiao questioned, “It won’t be something unspeakable, right?”
Song Yan watched the little white tiger remain unawake, clearly indifferent to the situation, hence reluctantly said, “I’m a late-stage Realm Spirit, but I don’t… have a Spirit Race, my realm spirit doesn’t obey my command.”
Ning Yunmiao opened her mouth wide in shock.
Song Yan smiled wryly, “There are gains and losses; lacking a realm spirit allows me to wield Wa Saint’s power. But, facing so many giant swords, I can’t handle it…”
Meanwhile, the rusted sword was already upon them.
Ning Yunmiao flew out, her body like a rapidly spinning snow-white flower, multiple cranes emerging, battling each living rusted sword.
Song Yan and the Han sisters barely held the Void Ship; he discovered his strength in one-on-one combat was formidable, but such large-scale warfare was his fatal flaw.
His small white hand could pull one at a time, but now… there were too many giant swords here.
Then, Ning Yunmiao suddenly let out a joyful shout.
“Grandfather!!”
In the distance, an old man appeared, looking ordinary, without a Void Ship beneath him, no realm spirit by his side. He seemed to have been casually strolling after dinner, happened to arrive here, and then incidentally raised his finger towards the overwhelming storm-like rusted swords, gently tapping down.
