Cultivation through Skin Making

Chapter 648: 235. Terror Descends, Encountering the Wilderness (7.0K words – Please Subscribe)_4

Later, he only used the “Cultivation of the Extreme North Star Pivot Storage Technique” every year or several months for testing, and each result turned out well.

This put his mind at ease.

At least it’s stable, isn’t it?

Could it get any worse?

These days, he had already started to plan slowly, step by step to test whether he could use this Talisman character and turn this Forbidden Talisman into one of his trump cards.

Misfortune leans on fortune; he was never a pessimist.

And today the weather was nice, so he intended to conduct another test.

Just as he was thinking about this, a huge fleet of Void Ships suddenly appeared from afar, stretching across the sky from head to tail, resembling a majestic golden dragon at first glance.

A thunderous sound abruptly erupted from within the fleet.

“Fellow cultivator, as the world first opened, there should be many treasures. We have come from afar and are guests, so you ought to fulfill the duty of a host!”

Song Yan was taken aback, turned his gaze, and felt an unabashed flow of Profound Yellow aura emanating from the fleet, clearly a demonstration from the fleet’s owner.

The Sword Palace Lower Realm was immensely vast, not as limitless as a grain of sand in the Vast Sea, but still extraordinarily expansive. If the guardian Elder Crane had not sensed any “threat to the entire Lower Realm demon,” he would naturally not take action, and the law of the jungle was also a universally acknowledged mode of coexistence for all cultivators.

Thus, such contests were commonplace.

However, the Profound Yellow cultivators’ marauding by ship was rather domineering.

Song Yan briefly recalled the reports he had received from Tang Ningxin and Wang Susu about the surrounding situations.

He immediately understood that the incoming fleet was a dominant force from Nanyun State, called Zhao Shixing.

Since entering the Profound Yellow Realm, Zhao Shixing had not hurried to participate in the Upper Realm assessment, instead leading his subordinates to patrol the four sides, specifically plundering newly-formed worlds for their abundant treasures.

And now, he had finally discovered and set his sights on Song Yan’s world.

“Fellow cultivator, I’m Zhao Shixing, and I won’t take it for nothing. Let’s establish a good relationship. Quickly open up this world so we may enter…”

The voice continued to convey.

Suddenly, it shifted to a cold tone: “Otherwise, you are intentionally provoking a war between us, and such a malicious bond, can you bear it, fellow cultivator?”

Song Yan slightly squinted his eyes, turning his head to look at the slowly approaching golden fleet.

The fleet pierced through the boundary entering, space twisting into ripples, the overpowering bow even pressing the world like crumpled paper birthing wrinkles.

Song Yan prepared to withdraw the aura from his Life Lamp to declare his identity.

He wouldn’t engage in unnecessary fights.

But if he revealed his identity and Zhao Shixing neither recognized nor understood, then even if he exerted severe force, he could provide an explanation to Zhao Shixing’s seniors.

At this moment, strange fluctuations unexpectedly emerged from the side of the golden fleet.

Clanking sounds like bells on a child’s Changsheng Circle suddenly emerged, black mist inexplicably surged from the void and closed on the golden fleet, engulfing the golden radiance entirely.

In Song Yan’s tightly contracted pupils, the reflection of a colossal entity first revealed itself from the black mist. The hump was jagged as if a broken mountain range;

Next exposed were six pitch-black giant fangs, piercing from the lower jaw, now driving through the lead Void Ship;

Then, the gaping maw’s throat appeared, with Secret Realm fragments swirling within, forming a vortex inducing divine souls to tremble…

Zhao Shixing was also getting pulled into that vortex.

How could one distinguish him as Zhao Shixing?

Simply because others had been unimpededly sucked into the massive creature’s belly, whereas he was still struggling, gripping a giant fang to resist the swallowing power.

’Realm Devouring Beast?!!’

Song Yan recognized the beast.

Just before he could ponder, the clouds before his eyes suddenly morphed, twisting swiftly into a line of text: Extreme North Pivot, Hidden Star Power. Bitter cultivation man……

Song Yan, startled, caught sight of the line but had merely glanced at the first word before his hair stood on end.

He shut his eyes as fast as a Master of Heaven and Earth could, sealing his Divine Sense, neither seeing nor perceiving.

Yet, despite this, he still sensed an immensely terrifying power assaulting him.

He hurriedly harnessed his full power to defend.

In an instant, he felt himself explode.

The body belonging to a powerful Master of Heaven and Earth, whose Lifebound Talisman was “Silence,” turned to ashes and smoke.

Everything stopped there, yet remained poised to collapse at any moment.

Song Yan felt enveloped by a bizarre atmosphere; outside, it seemed countless cold little hands tugged at his eyelids urging him to open his eyes, while innumerable enchanting voices coaxed him to release his Divine Sense.

With a thought, he rationally muttered: ’Cultivate the Extreme North Star Pivot Storage Technique.’

Information surfaced instantly.

[You connected to the Extreme North Star Realm power, which “Wa” intercepted. Moments later, Wa Saint seized your body, and you died]

Vaguely, Song Yan heard Zhao Shixing’s anguished scream from nearby.

“Song Yan!! You truly are the Forbidden Talisman Container! You… you… you…”

No more vicious curses escaped because Zhao Shixing was already dead.

Yet Song Yan understood much at that point.

Zhao Shixing clearly knew who he was, yet deliberately sought trouble. Doesn’t that say enough?

But there was no time for more reflection, as he had little comprehension of what happened, feeling an eerie power attacking him on all fronts, trying to pry open his perception to glance at the distorted words outside.

If his reaction had been even an instant slower, the outcome would have been entirely different.

The power grew stronger.

Song Yan attempted to transmit thoughts but found his mind wholly obstructed.

He felt his Divine Soul plummeting, from the clouds to the ground.

He sniffed, detecting the scent of fresh deceased cultivators.

He quickly activated “Freedom” Talisman Character, intending to seize a body first.

But he failed.

The Talisman Character blocked his power, preventing him from claiming the cultivator’s body.

Like a wandering ghost, he roamed within his world, failing repeatedly to possess a corpse.

Time unknown, he discovered a mortal’s corpse.

Discovering a mortal’s corpse at the world’s beginning was truly challenging.

He activated “Freedom” once more.

This time, he succeeded.

Possessing a mortal’s corpse was too easy.

The sky clear as jade, the mud dirty yellow as it was.

In the desolate mountains and wilds, a ragged youth sat cross-legged on the expansive ground, unknown as this place’s master, yet the surrounding Yin Qi deterred even wild beasts from approaching.

The youth alternated between chills and heat strokes, fighting against the power.

Not knowing how long passed, a familiar voice unexpectedly reached his ear.

“Junior brother?”