Human Skin Female Martial Artist left with her underlings.
Perhaps she had gone to open up the New Continent, or perhaps she had found a place to cultivate in seclusion.
In any case, meeting her again next time would probably be rather difficult.
Chu Qing casually opened the box and found a diary.
A diary forged from black gold.
Though this thing could not endure as long as Golden Silk White Jade, it could still survive for several, even dozens of eras without decaying.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day: I suddenly realized that I had become a sheet of human skin!
I began recalling everything from my past. I discovered that I was still myself, except I had lost my flesh and blood; yet all my realms remained.
Moreover, my realms were still operating on their own, raising my cultivation.
Who ate my flesh and blood?
A certain year: I encountered another human skin. This was a Human Skin Martial Arts Outsider. When I told him he was human skin, he broke down and then committed suicide!
A certain month: I encountered many Human Skin Martial Artists and Outsiders. Like me, they all believed themselves to be human. Through them, I discovered that they had all once seen an eyeball.
A certain year: From an aged sheet of human skin, I learned that we were all cannon fodder for an organization called the Harvesters.
I also discovered that tongues and eyeballs worked together to make human skin.
A certain month: The eyeballs and tongues belonged to the Emissaries of Heaven.
Was the Harvester organization created by the Emissaries of Heaven? Or by—Heaven?
I feared I would never have the chance to take revenge in this life.
A certain year: We discovered