Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 763 - 267. You should call Brother Mohan ’Master’ (5.1K words - please subscribe)
Chapter 763: 267. You should call Brother Mohan ’Master’ (5.1K words – please subscribe)
The old man was Ning Daozhen, the person Song Yan met in the Void back in the day. It was also this elder who gifted him the “Ascension Order,” which allowed Song Yan to escape just before the Emperor’s Heart World was about to completely collapse…
At this moment, his hair and beard were fluttering, his gaze was indifferent, and his cloth shoes stepped steadily upon the darkness of the starry sky. As he pointed with a finger, the starry sky instantly gave off a feeling of sudden solidification.
Ning Yunmiao had long known her grandfather’s skills and spun around to retreat back to the Void Ship. Those thousands of white cranes stopped entangling with the Rusted Sword, instead returning to her and disappearing one by one into her Lifebound Realm.
The Rusted Sword lost its opponent but still relentlessly continued stabbing toward the Void Ship.
But they suddenly halted.
The endless Secret Realms, heaven, and earth all came to a stop.
Some mysterious and strange force suddenly yanked these many heavens and earth fiercely in an instant.
The blood beads wriggling on the sword’s body seemed like tadpoles frozen in place, maintaining a twisted posture.
“Grandfather, Junior Brother is fine! And he’s not fallen!” Ning Yunmiao stood on the deck and shouted again.
On the other side, the Han family sisters, along with Xiao Bing, were trembling all over.
Song Yan, however, was curiously and gravely observing, pondering in his heart, “What is this power?” Yet, on the surface, he stood respectfully and solemnly, respectfully saluting the elder and called out, “Senior, I finally see you!”
Ning Daozhen gave him a smile and said, “Little Song.”
Song Yan replied, “Yes!”
Ning Daozhen extended a finger to drag along the countless Rusted Swords and then said, “Watch closely.”
As his words fell, the finger he extended slightly reversed and tapped gently, knocking the Void.
Song Yan did not understand the significance of this action.
But in the next instant…
Dong——
It was as if a giant struck the doors of heaven and earth, and the doors opened, revealing snowflake-like chaotic spatial fragments swirling fiercely, capable of easily destroying entities of the Profound Yellow Second Realm. Yet deeper within, it seemed as if some power was echoing the elder’s casual knocking.
Song Yan widened his eyes and saw colors suddenly appear in the depth of the black-gray shattered Void:
Gold-red!
Silver-white!
The gold-red was fire, and the silver-white was also fire.
The rich aura of Starfire, along with a familiar sensation, suddenly made Song Yan realize what this was: it was the Fire of Taiyin and Taiyang, but no longer a projection fire, rather… the true fire!
The Taiyin True Flame appeared like liquid moonlight beneath Ning Daozhen’s feet, frosting the space as it moved; the Taiyang True Flame transformed into countless forms of Golden Crows, spreading their wings and roaring, incinerating everything without leaving ashes.
The two intertwined and quickly formed a yin-yang fish-shaped sea of gold and white flames.
At the instant the sea of fire appeared, Ning Daozhen raised his hand to grasp from afar.
In an instant, the Rusted Swords moved toward his direction, turning into fuel thrown into the swirling gold and white seas of flames around him.
All the Rusted Swords began to burn one after another.
The sword bodies melted away, the mountains and rivers inside also dissolved, everything burned like white paper thrown into fierce flames without a trace left behind.
Ning Daozhen turned his gaze toward the not-too-distant Rusted Sword Blood Abyss.
The beings within the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss had nearly all turned into Blood Demons in a short time. Whether strong or weak, they remained undying… a horrifying force preventing their annihilation.
Seeing this scene, Ning Daozhen’s expression showed a trace of reluctance, but he raised his voice and said, “Yunmiao, Little Song, go inside and have a look, saving people is crucial!”
Ning Yunmiao bit her lip but did not move. Her Divine Sense had already swept over the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, and although there were a few living people inside, they were rapidly transforming into Blood Demons. Not only was there no way to save them, but there might also be unknown dangers, making it a one-way trip for her and Song Yan.
How could it be possible to step into such a Blood Demon lair?
She replied, “Grandfather, it’s unsavable.”
However, Song Yan suddenly moved; he stepped into the Void, directly heading toward the Blood Demon lair.
He moved extremely fast and decisively, so much so that Ning Yunmiao hadn’t even reacted, and he was already in the starry sky.
Ning Daozhen looked at the man moving far away, a trace of comfort in his eyes.
Ning Yunmiao saw that Song Yan had gone and, helplessly, could only follow closely.
…
…
Splat!
Song Yan dropped from high above into the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss.
This abyss had lost its Rusted Swords, but the blood rain did not diminish and instead grew, violently dancing as if countless blades were mercilessly slicing this Cultivation Profound Land…
One Secret Realm after another was severed open, the cultivators inside screamed beneath the blood rain, transforming into Blood Demons.
Song Yan’s sharp eyes quickly spotted a Secret Realm desperately resisting the blood rain’s onslaught. The Secret Realm was a pristine crystal, its surface swirling with layers of Yin Qi, resisting the blood rain.
This crystal was like a leaf of a small boat in a swirling tidal vortex, surrounded by swirling blood waves resembling countless blood blades spinning, tearing, yet the small boat was resisting with difficulty.
Song Yan squinted, focusing on the Yin Qi, and suddenly raised his hand to capture it, pinching the Secret Realm with his fingers like picking up a glass bead, and placed it into the Qi Box he carried.
“Senior Ning was right, there are still people waiting for us to save!” Song Yan was full of joy, seemingly pleased at being able to rescue a small Secret Realm’s beings.
As for why there was something in this Secret Realm, the answer was simple.
If no one was desperately resisting inside, this Secret Realm would’ve exploded long ago, it couldn’t possibly have held out till now.
Ning Yunmiao, seeing that he really saved a Secret Realm, also began to search seriously.
However, perhaps the good luck was used up at the start, for the two searched for a long time but couldn’t find any more living people. With the blood increasing and the path becoming difficult, they finally decided to return.
In the Void, the Rusted Swords had nearly all been absorbed by Ning Daozhen.
The old man saw the two emerge, then raised his finger toward the Rusted Sword Blood Domain to grasp.
