Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330: 164. Talent Overwhelming, Twin Demons Meet (8.2K Words - Large Chapter Seeking Subscription)_5

For a moment, he settled his mind temporarily, thinking of fully absorbing all the power he could digest, reaching a level of "breaking the unbreakable".

The tree desires calm, but the wind never ceases.

Moreover, his Divine Soul had fused with four-ninths of the Soul Evil Pearls, while the Demon Monk held five-ninths.

He and the Demon Monk must have a confrontation.

Either you devour me, or I devour you, only then can there be completeness.

Now, the Demon Monk is searching for him.

And by that time, wouldn’t he also have to seek out the Demon Monk?

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...

Silent night, pale snow.

Yet the fire was red, a tragic red.

The tragic red fire was a sacrificial fire, this Song Yan already knew.

But he did not know that this sacrificial fire was not only burning in the Snow Country, but also silently burning right now in a distant Earth Realm far, far away from the Snow Country.

That place was not far from the Ancient Jin Land, just need to cross the Desolate Wilderness, turn west, and it would take only one year by horse to reach it.

This place, known as Great Yong, was once under the rule of the Fox-Wolf Alliance, now a Vassal State under the Insect Race Alliance.

In the mountains...

Bang!

A shirtless strong man threw the corpses of dead cultivators into the tragic red flames, then turned and bowed to an old man as thin as a withered bamboo, respectfully, "Master, they’ve all been thrown in."

The old man was exceedingly good to him, saved him many times, helped him, acting both as a master and a father.

The old man nodded, suddenly moved his palm slightly, a giant hand imbued with powerful thoughts grabbed the strong man, then coldly pressed him into the tragic red flames under the latter’s disbelief and desperate questioning, only saying when he saw his vitality fading, "The Dao is ruthless, raising you was for this moment, or else you would have died long ago, in a way... you also profited."

The tragic red flames gradually devoured the shirtless strong man, the old man sat cross-legged, immediately moved his thoughts, weaving a massive, ghostly cold Ghost Infant Statue in the void, he sat within the Ghost Infant Statue, taking a deep breath, strands of tragic red threads surged from all directions, coating the Ghost Infant Statue, causing its icy body to emanate a red flesh tone, exciting his body.

But as he grew more excited, he sighed, for the number of sacrifices was not enough to complete the final step. Because this kind of sacrifice cannot be piled up with just ordinary lives, it requires strong ones.

But where on this land are suitable strong ones?

This scene, however, was witnessed by a mysterious figure in a red robe observing from above.

The Insect King, or rather the Demon Monk, in a way was like Song Yan, both no longer cultivating.

Only that Song Yan’s "no longer cultivating" was due to his wisdom compensating for it, while the Demon Monk had reached a point where there was nothing more to train.

He had reached the limit.

To breakthrough to the Divine Infant, he had to seek completeness.

His completeness was Song Yan.

He had to devour Song Yan to breakthrough the Divine Infant.

So, ever since Song Yan crawled out from the Sea of Suffering and fled north, he started doing many things.

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