Cultivation through Skin Making

Ancestral Vein of the Ancient Race.

Song Yan chanted, depicting an Immortal secluded in mist, the fourth hand holding the Life and Death Stake, then entirely drilling into that stake, connecting to the heavens, stirring clouds and mists.

Radiant clouds dimmed, thunder slurry gathered.

But it was only gathering, accumulating, yet not falling.

Even though it was only dusk, darkness had already enveloped everything.

However, as the time of thunder slurry accumulation prolonged, Ningxin Ancestor's delight gradually faded, replaced by fright.

In these thousands of years, she had seen many "small celestial tribulations," and had also seen the scenario of thunder slurry accumulating but not immediately falling.

Generally, the cultivators encountering such "small celestial tribulation" were those with strong cultivation, and afterward, it was proven that these cultivators had promising futures.

Although not every cultivator who faced accumulating thunder slurry could cultivate into a Divine Infant, every cultivator who ascended to a Divine Infant had encountered this situation during their "small tribulation."

The Formless Ancient Race had quite a few who crossed tribulations, and after discussion, they concluded: The enhancement of the "small celestial tribulation" is, to some extent, a kind of acknowledgment from heaven and earth towards the cultivator, and after the lifebound secret technique is forged through the small tribulation, it will be more stable when stepping into the next realm.

Therefore, the "small celestial tribulation" is actually not a fatal tribulation, as long as you are diligent enough, spend enough time and effort, bringing the lifebound secret technique to perfection, you usually pass through it and benefit.

For this reason, Ningxin Ancestor was delighted at the initial sight of thunder slurry accumulation, and the Yin Yang Profound Dragon was satisfied.

But at this moment, the thunder slurry accumulating had taken too long.

The color of the heavens and earth had changed from black to purple, and even within the purple was a hint of red.

Ningxin Ancestor stared at that touch of red, murmured incredulously, "Red lightning..."

Swish...

Swish swish...

The surface of the Celestial Pool rippled, and the Yin Yang Profound Dragon which had previously submerged now poked its head out again, its massive dragon head gazing at that wisp of red amidst the vast purple thunder.

Unlike purple lightning, red lightning... is the lightning of destruction, the lightning that heaven and earth cannot tolerate.

What heaven and earth cannot tolerate is struck by red lightning, to be destroyed.

Ningxin Ancestor had never heard of anyone being intolerated by heaven and earth during a "small celestial tribulation."

According to the theories of cultivation, each cultivator is essentially a child of heaven and earth.

What heaven and earth would deliberately harm their own child?

Suddenly, the heavens and earth were stirred by wind.

Gale!

The gale was like the wrath of divine spirits, swinging a huge fan, stirring mournful howls of the wind.

The Green-Clad Divine Maiden suddenly awakened, moved deftly, and flew away from the side of the Celestial Pool.

As soon as the person was gone, a voice swiftly flew from afar into Song Yan's ears.

"Quickly leave the Ancestral Vein Secret Realm! We will cross the tribulation outside! Red lightning will destroy the Secret Realm!"

Song Yan shuddered inside but wasted no words, his figure swept away, directly drilling out of the Ancestral Vein, arriving on the vast open land outside.

It was almost the moment he left the Formless Ancient Race's Ancestral Vein Secret Realm that he felt a strand of purple lightning, thick as a barrel, falling from the sky.

A bright glow flashed behind him!

Song Yan gritted his teeth fiercely, the power surging around his body.

The Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake, woven by numerous thoughts, enveloped him within.

Boom!!!

In that instant, the Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake was directly torn apart, and he continued to bear that terrifying impact, plunging into the mud, disastrously eating a mouthful of dirt.

Ningxin Ancestor, who had rushed out to witness this scene, was almost stupefied.

For a moment, her mind was somewhat uncertain: The celestial tribulation accumulated for so long but did not fall, yet as soon as this child left the secret realm, it descended. Clearly, the celestial tribulation did not want to destroy the Ancestral Vein Secret Realm of the Formless Ancient Race. Moreover, looking at the strength of this celestial tribulation, is this child truly not tolerated by heaven and earth? But why would heaven and earth not tolerate this child?

Let alone Ningxin Ancestor, Song Yan was also bewildered.

No one understood more than he did that this recent small celestial tribulation truly used all its might, truly wanted to strike him dead.

What has he done? To incur such animosity from heaven?

Song Yan's mind raced, and almost instantly, he realized: "Free Celestial Demon Map"!

Celestial demons are beings from outside the domain, not born of heaven and earth.

No need to speak of distant matters, just look at what the Demon Monk, Nine-Child Demon Mother did, what they excelled in, and you can know what these celestial demons are like.

Enchanting the heart, inciting chaos, devouring living beings, offering sacrifices from all directions... if heaven and earth were a body, then celestial demons are like invading viruses.

And he, having merged with the Demon Monk, Nine-Child Demon Mother, and perhaps also his own soul traits, formed this "Free Celestial Demon Map," hence becoming targeted by heaven and earth. Heaven and earth may want to use this opportunity of the small celestial tribulation to send down a tribulation far exceeding its power, to directly injure or even kill him.

Understanding this, Song Yan flipped over, sat cross-legged on the ground, resumed operating the Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake, and said, "Comfortable!! So comfortable!!"

Ningxin Ancestor secretly breathed out in relief, yet the strangeness in her heart did not vanish.

She lifted her pretty face slightly, solemnly gazing at the solitary red within the swirling vortex of vast purple thunder.

The phrase "red lightning not to be provoked, intolerable by heaven and earth" was practically basic common sense to her.

Hence, she looked again, with suspicion, at the man crossing the tribulation, inwardly pondering: 'Could there be some other secret hidden in him?'

Song Yan laughed heartily and said, "When heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility on someone, it first makes them endure various trials. Ancestor, won't you aid me?!"

The final word "me" had barely fallen when the sky, like a deity driving stakes, pounded pillar after pillar of purple lightning downwards with immense force.

The red lightning remained concealed within the clouds, like a poisonous serpent swimming quietly, a raptorial bird ready to strike, an assassin lurking hungrily, waiting for his flaw, then delivering a fatal blow.

Song Yan laughed heartily and shouted, "Ancestor! This is a trial from heaven for our Formless Ancient Race!"