Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 782 - 272. Not out of the Sea of Suffering, falling into the vast world (7.4K words - seeking subscription)_3
Chapter 782: 272. Not out of the Sea of Suffering, falling into the vast world (7.4K words – seeking subscription)_3
And just at this moment…
Boom!!!
The elixir suddenly exploded in the hands of the man holding the bow, its energy immense, creating a beam of light like a rod that pierced directly through the entire Fourth Realm of Cultivating Profound, leaving a hole where one could see the starry sky and the shattered Profound Yellow Material below.
The man with the bow spat out a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, the Butcher had already stepped forward, his form shifting, growing two heads from left and right, as he launched an attack emitting wave after wave of the Demon’s Sound. He laughed loudly, rebuking, “Fool!! I changed my mind! Someone like you isn’t worthy to accompany me to the Purple Cloud Heaven to gather True Flame!!”
Though the man with the bow was ambushed, he hastily reacted, growing six arms, drawing the bowstring to shoot and turning to flee, simultaneously summoning the Realm Spirit Spirit Ape, the Ancestral Spirit, for cover…
Amidst the chase and escape, the man with the bow was ultimately crushed by the Butcher Cultivator.
He summoned the Realm Spirit Spirit Ape but it was stabbed by the tusks of the Butcher Cultivator’s pig demon, letting out a feeble and sorrowful cry.
The man with the bow fell to the ground in despair, exhausted and severely injured.
In this desolate place devoid of spiritual energy, without power, without replenishment, and with such serious injuries, there was only one path left—death.
The Butcher Cultivator took all his resources, the map, and casually slaughtered the Realm Spirit Spirit Ape, but did not kill the cultivator, instead turning away to leave.
The man with the bow shouted behind him, “Kill me if you have the guts!”
The Butcher Cultivator stopped, laughed, saying, “Don’t think I don’t know you have the Imprint of Impermanence on you. Whoever kills you inherits the Imprint of Impermanence and will be hunted by the powerful ones from your sect. I won’t kill you, you can simply perish here on your own, hahaha…”
With that said, the Butcher Cultivator turned and left.
As for the void ship of the cultivator with the bow, he didn’t even bother to destroy it.
If the cultivator with the bow used the void ship, it would only consume more energy and die quicker.
Swoosh!
The Demon Shadow swept by but paused slightly mid-air, turned back, and narrowed its fierce eyes, murmuring, “There’s something odd about this Sea of Suffering.”
With a slight thought, adhering to the principle that one who doesn’t explore opportunities is a fool, the Demon Shadow moved, appearing at the shore of the Sea of Suffering, its divine sense scanning several times before detecting an unusual spot.
The Butcher Cultivator quickly approached and, from afar, saw a black-clad man quietly sitting by the Sea of Suffering.
Heaven and earth vast, a man should be insignificantly small.
But that man seemed to be the focal point of it all.
No one could overlook him to see the heavens and earth.
Beside him were vibrant red flowers, blue ocean water, and a magnificent gray light arc, drawn and pulled from the vortex of the Sea of Suffering, with every Celestial Demon and great obsession inside trying to escape, yet forcibly drawn in.
The sea vortex was incredibly deep, connected to unknown places, shadows looming like a ghostly spiral, like the gullet of a fierce beast…
The reason it couldn’t be detected upon first scanning was due to the flowers.
Four flowers bloomed in a vibrant blood-red.
Though the Butcher Cultivator, experienced and knowledgeable, could not identify these flowers… his pupils suddenly fixated intensely on the man’s face, recognizing him.
Instantly, he looked away quickly, his expression calm as he cupped his fists in greeting, saying, “Just passing by, unintentionally disturbing you, fellow cultivator…”
With that, he was ready to flee.
Song Yan opened his eyes, not with curiosity, but in a calm tone asked, “You recognize me?”
The Butcher Cultivator shook his head, saying, “I don’t recognize you, just saw that fellow cultivator’s cultivation is extraordinary, so I dare not disturb.”
Song Yan’s fingers pressed against the hilt of the Greed Wolf Sword, looking at the Butcher Cultivator, he said blandly, “You were bound to be attracted to me.”
As the words fell, the power of the “Introduction” character within the Greedy Wolf soared.
Though the Butcher Cultivator’s reaction was swift and his vigilance high, he suddenly felt an intense pulling sensation, right at the limit of what he could resist…
Whoosh!
His form spiraled uncontrollably in mid-air; trying to resist, he saw Song Yan already extending a large hand…
A hand formed of gray light arcs, melding countless obsessions and Celestial Demons.
The large hand quickly descended in a crushing gesture.
Attempting to resist, the familiar, almost like a declaration of life or death, calm voice reached his ears.
“This palm strike will surely kill you.”
Had anyone else spoken such words, the Butcher Cultivator would have found it laughable.
But now, he was utterly bewildered.
Born in the Demon Sect, he was revered as an ancestor by all.
But now, he felt the man before him to be even more demonically formidable than the Demon Sect itself.
He fought desperately to resist, yet found his mind incredibly chaotic at that moment, some incomprehensible force was interfering with him.
“No!!!”
A miserable scream.
The Butcher Cultivator was killed outright by the Divine Forms Demon Body, formed from endless obsessions.
Surrounding Song Yan appeared little white hands.
The little white hands took several layers of cost, though not many.
Because Song Yan already held the advantage over the Butcher Cultivator, he sought only stability, ensuring absolute certainty, hence required little to no cost.
Song Yan finally looked at his corpse, speaking indifferently, “Do you know why I had to kill you?”
Of course, corpses don’t speak.
Thus, Song Yan continued, “Because I detest liars above all else; you clearly recognized me, yet claimed not to, that was your path to demise.”
From the Qi Box, a rainbow light spiraled down, landing beside him, clad in hemp clothes and straw shoes, body snow-white, revealed was Ning Yunmiao, who had been silently preparing to assist Song Yan.
Yet having witnessed Song Yan’s killing process, Ning Yunmiao understood that despite sharing the same realm, she and this man were not at the same level of combat.
As for her junior brother’s words, she temporarily couldn’t determine their truth, for he was always such a mix of truths and falsehoods, completely unpredictable.
