Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 816 282: Three Realms Unified, Preaching the Dao and Sealing the Emperor (13,000 Characters - Grand Finale)
Song Yan said, “That’s right.”
The little White Tiger’s form changed slightly, revealing the figure of a delicate and petite woman, as pure as jade and cold as ice, standing atop a snowy mountain, barren and unyielding. She looked down at him proudly, saying disdainfully, “Shameless!”
Song Yan said, “That’s right.”
The little White Tiger said, “Such a shameless magic technique to forcefully form a Dao companion in the Three Thousand Worlds should have been extinct long ago, yet you still know it?”
Song Yan said, “That’s right.”
The little White Tiger took two steps back and said, “We cannot.”
Song Yanqi said, “Is the senior trying to tempt me?”
The little White Tiger said, “Then don’t come.”
Song Yan said, “Is the senior truly Wa Saint?”
The little White Tiger said, “Just a trace of a conscious divine soul, using you to escape from Cause and Effect, yet entrapped by you since then. However, after observing for some days, I find you’re not bad. Perhaps you could help me regain the saintly position.”
Song Yan stepped forward, his fingertips drawing the void, starting to exhibit the “Yin Yang Dust Dao”…
Slowly…
His eyes lit up.
Originally, he just planned to use this technique to awaken the little White Tiger and force her to communicate, but he didn’t expect this magic technique to actually work.
One life, one world, one pair of companions?
Yes, a clone is also a person.
That’s correct.
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Dozens of days later…
The dainty White Tiger, wrapped in white gauze, sat on Song Yan’s shoulder, her feet swinging leisurely, her eyes tracing the Sea of Suffering towards the depths of Profound Nether Heaven and Scorching Heaven.
Song Yan was truly grateful to Qiu Lianyue now, regardless of that Seventh Saint’s schemes; at least now, the little White Tiger had become his woman and was already bound to him.
The saints in the Human Realm, even if just remnant souls, still possess divine power. Instantly, Song Yan felt his thoughts had sharpened significantly, and his understanding of Cause and Effect became much more intense.
He saw many small strands of Cause and Effect entwining around himself, but these were insignificant.
What truly mattered to him were two strands of Cause and Effect.
One deeply led to the Scorching Heaven below, while the other was linked somewhere in the Purple Cloud Heaven.
He raised his hand to calculate, only to have a small snow-white foot step on the finger he was about to lift.
“Don’t calculate.”
The little White Tiger, calling herself Bai Wa, coolly voiced the words and then added, “If you calculate, they too will calculate. Better to conserve strength and await the opportunity.”
Then she continued, “These two strands of Cause and Effect, one belongs to the true body of the Mad Saint, the other to the evil remnant soul. The former could be named Mad Wa, the latter Black Wa.
You now send a celestial demon with residual power to Mad Wa every day and night, the latter is constantly depleting, while I employ the power of ‘words become law’ around the clock, rapidly restoring power.
If anyone should be anxious, it is Black Wa, not us…
Now you are sitting in this Sea of Suffering. For Black Wa to truly calculate you, it’s not easy.”
Song Yan nodded. Whether he liked it or not, he was already deeply involved in this conflict of saints. His gaze swept around, and he suddenly described a scene he observed at the Star Raft market earlier.
Bai Wa said, “That was Black Wa, whose curse power I have completely absorbed.”
Song Yan asked, “Can it be re-created?”
Bai Wa swung her jade-white legs and said, “It consumes a great deal unless it is worthwhile.”
Song Yan suddenly recalled how Qiu Lianyue had killed that Profound Yellow Seventh Realm and had instinctively blurted out, “Take from Heaven, return to Heaven?”
Bai Wa said, “The land of the Three Realms and the position of the Three Saints inherently represent Heaven.
Returning to Heaven is returning to me.
By returning more, power shifts, I can suppress Black Wa, and after assimilating the mindless Mad Wa, regain the Human Saint position.”
Song Yan pondered and suddenly asked, “You see Po Xu Yuzhuang, what is she?”
Bai Wa said, “Self-certified saint position, probably Bai Hou.”
Song Yan couldn’t help but smile wryly, his eyes revealing a hint of concealed vigilance.
Why, in this vast reality, do Bai Wa and Bai Hou both get entangled with him?
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Time flows on…
Years pass unnoticed.
In the Great Thousand Worlds, Saint Xi’s power was eventually curbed, consumed, and devoured by the Three Saints, barely holding the line.
In the Sea of Suffering, the azure, clear area occupied more than half.
The obsessions of mankind dissipated; the sea was no longer suffering, and even the celestial demons were nearly extinct.
Bai Wa said, “My lord indeed possesses immense merit.”
Song Yan knew the truth himself.
These obsessions did not disappear, but were sent to the depths of the Nine Heavens to deplete Mad Wa, significantly enhancing Bai Wa’s power.
The reason people are people is because they have obsessions; each obsession is either a regret or deeply unforgettable. His enlightenment action was merely to use them as expendable resources to satisfy his own purposes.
It appeared glorious, but was merely superficial.
At least, on the surface, it was truly acceptable.
Now, which cultivator entering the Sea of Suffering would not praise that “the world has improved”?
Song Yan, with another thought, transformed the celestial demon at the edge with enlightenment, then using “words become law,” conjured an invisible array talisman, drifting in the clear Sea of Suffering.
From the outside, it appeared completely unchanged.
Unless triggered, it also remained unchanged.
Except now, this place had completely become his grand array.
This array was the manifestation of Wa Saint’s power – the True Word Creation Array.
The power of this array reached the extreme of terror, after all…it was forged by consuming the sea of three worlds’ suffering.
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Purple Cloud Heaven…
Villages gathered together.
True Yang hung high, within the village paths crisscrossed, villagers strolled leisurely, either planting spiritual plants, leading earth dogs, or raising chickens and pigs, creating quite a bustle.
At that moment, two people in two large houses simultaneously raised their eyes to the distance.
Immediately, the two made similar movements.
One approached a field, calling over a farming couple, and as they respectfully addressed him as “Ancestor,” he touched each of their foreheads and began to calculate.
