Cultivation through Skin Making

The air quieted down slightly.

In the next instant, the shattering sound, like drops of water falling into a pan of oil, suddenly exploded with a "crackle", seemingly spreading across the sky and coming from all directions.

He quickly scanned the surroundings and discovered that the walls of the paper house were shockingly covered with numerous cracks.

Those cracks spread like a spider web and soon crawled all over several walls.

This indicates that the atmosphere of the Sea of Suffering outside is rising at a terrifying rate, rising to the point where the paper house can no longer withstand.

Song Yan raised his hand and withdrew the "Small Heavenly Dao Gathering Introduction Array".

Immediately, the appearance of the cracks stopped.

But both he and Pei Xuehan knew: the cessation was only temporary. Something had already occurred deep within the soul threshold, hence the large-scale eruption of the Sea of Suffering aura.

As for the secret realm outside, it was unknown how many layers had stacked up.

Pei Xuehan looked at the temporarily static cracks outside and softly called out: "Brother Dao..."

Song Yan said: "What's the matter?"

Pei Xuehan looked at him seriously and said: "I know you've been worried, worried that the sudden bond between us would become a trap.

These days, I've seriously thought about it, Brother Dao's concerns must be correct."

Song Yan looked at her silently and said: "So, what are you suggesting?"

Pei Xuehan grasped his hand, smiling: "Kill me."

Song Yan said: "Killing you would only leave a bigger flaw in my heart. This... is unsolvable."

Pei Xuehan suddenly laughed with joy.

She closed her eyes, her cheek resting on Song Yan's chest, and said softly: "I finally know Brother Dao and the illusionary realm are the same, both with sharp tongues but tender hearts. You clearly have a way, yet are unwilling to act.

I, such a naive and foolish female cultivator, after witnessing Brother Dao's methods, could think of a solution. How could Brother Dao not?

I won't survive the next secret realm.

And this trap, I don't want Brother Dao to fall into it.

So..."

She suddenly bent her fingers for sword control, gently looking at Song Yan and said: "Xuehan willingly becomes a vengeful spirit, to accompany Brother Dao forever. This way... Brother Dao's mental realm will be flawless, and can no longer be exploited."

Outside the house, the fog increased again, the sound of cracking on the walls resumed, and the paper house reached its limit of support.

Pei Xuehan had already raised her sword.

The sword radiance turned cold but was suddenly clamped by Song Yan's two fingers.

Crack...

Crack-crack-crack...

The cracking sounds outside the courtyard grew more frequent.

Pei Xuehan chuckled lightly: "We've known each other for hardly half a year, right? It's someone planting a heart demon in Brother Dao's heart..."

Song Yan said: "I know."

Pei Xuehan said: "I'm bound to die, if Brother Dao cares for me, he'd instead be burdened."

Song Yan was silent for a while and asked: "Do you hate me?"

Pei Xuehan smiled and shook her head: "I had already planned to die when entering the soul threshold.

In the ancient tooth place, I should have died long ago.

Being able to meet Brother Dao, spending a hundred years together, sharing these days, I'm already very content.

Thank you..."

Song Yan suddenly bent his fingers, a flying sword whirred out from his storage space, levitating in mid-air with overwhelming sword qi.

Pei Xuehan looked at him in surprise, seemingly realizing for the first time that he was also a sword cultivator.

Then, as if she understood something, she slowly closed her eyes.

Song Yan raised his hand, two fingers pointing at her brow.

"My people, I kill myself."

"This way, my mental realm will never be considered perfection, because... I must, must kill the person who caused all this.

No matter how the novice monk drags me into the illusion realm again, my ties will only be with it, or the person behind it.

Perhaps... it's the entire Buddhist Sect!

A hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years...

It will never deceive me again!"

He took a deep breath, and his fingers slowly pulled a divine soul from her body, transforming it into a vengeful spirit.

He dragged it slowly, like slowly cutting his own flesh with a serrated knife.

He wanted to remember the pain and resentment at this moment forever.

The novice monk used hundreds of years in the illusion realm to plant a heart demon in him, but he turned the heart demon into an absolute grievance against Buddhism, an eternal inability to be enlightened.

Moments later...

Rolling black smoke flew out from the incredibly dense fog of the deep valley and went toward the secret realm ahead.

...

...

Space ripples spread, drawing the black smoke in.

The secret realm behind had already been cleared, revealing an unobstructed gray sky with a gigantic gray sun floating.

Look closely!

That's not a sun, but a terrifying gray "ball", with countless vengeful spirits hovering inside and out. Wrapped inside it were countless divine souls.

But this "gray sun" already had an opening, inside which floated a string of gray dark gold beads.

There were nine beads in total, scattered and floating, seemingly directing the entire operation of the "gray sun".

Without a doubt, these nine beads are the evil treasure.

And beneath the beads, Song Yan swept by quickly.

He saw the infant-weeping on top.

Besides the infant-weeping person, there was an even more terrifying seven-tailed demonic fox whose arrival was unknown, facing a masked, red-robed eccentric.

Oddly, all three seemed to be asleep.

Ancient tooth, deer demon, Han Yuling were also present, yet motionless, also asleep.

As for Tang Fan and the other two treasure hunters, though they were also asleep, they were well protected.

That unknown identity and realm seven-tailed demonic fox, despite being in the illusion realm, continued to protect those three, ensuring they were merely within the illusion realm without suffering other harm.

The desolate gray sun rotated in mid-air.