Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 303 – One Thought Creates, One Thought Destroys

Inside the ice cavern, frigid mist swirled.

Lin Fan lowered her head, gazing at her own palm.

There was no earth-shattering spectacle, no dazzling radiance or special effects.

The hand before her still appeared slender and delicate, its skin so fair it was nearly translucent, with faint bluish veins visible beneath the surface.

Almost instinctively, Lin Fan raised her other hand and gently stroked the skin of her arm.

Smooth.

Supple.

Warm and lustrous as jade.

The sensation was like caressing the finest silk in the world, or plunging one’s hand into warm, fresh goat’s milk.

There was not a single flaw—her pores seemed to have vanished entirely, and as her fingertips glided across, they met no resistance whatsoever.

“Tsk…”

Lin Fan couldn’t help but let out a sound of admiration, her gaze tinged with a hint of dreamy intoxication.

“This feel… it’s truly addictive.”

Even though this body was her own, that didn’t stop her—as a seasoned collector of Skins—from giving this “perfect work of art” the highest possible praise.

If this were made into a Skin, it would absolutely surpass the Mythic grade.

So this was the physical form reshaped by the Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life?

Lin Fan tried moving her body.

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Not just her skin—every bone within her, every strand of muscle, even every single cell seemed to be rejoicing and leaping with vitality.

The sensation was like shedding a burden of ten thousand jin that she had carried for far too long, leaving her entire being so light she felt she might float away.

It was the absolute freedom brought by the leap in life level.

“Let’s try that.”

With a flicker of thought, Lin Fan turned her gaze toward the massive wall of ice before her.

Innate ability—[Spirit-Flesh Unity].

There were no cumbersome incantations, no need to channel vast reserves of energy.

It was as natural as blinking.

The next second, Lin Fan’s body suddenly grew somewhat ethereal, like heat shimmer rising on a summer afternoon, distorting the light around her.

She reached out and pressed her hand gently against the ten-thousand-year ice wall, hard as iron.

No sound of impact.

Her palm sank into the ice as if passing through a veil of mist, meeting no obstruction whatsoever.

Then her elbow, her shoulder, and finally her entire body.

Step by step, Lin Fan simply walked into the heart of the ice wall.

All around her was crystalline, translucent ice, encasing her completely—yet she felt no sense of pressure or suffocation.

She was like a ghost, swimming leisurely through the cracks of the material world.

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“Physical laws… have become null and void?”

Lin Fan halted within the ice, examining her surroundings with fresh curiosity.

She could even see the corpses of unknown tiny insects frozen within the ice layers.

In this state, all physical attacks from the outside world would be meaningless against her.

Unless her opponent possessed means of striking at the soul level, or wielded the kind of Power of Rules capable of shattering space itself—otherwise, even if they blew up the entire Kunlun Mountain Range, they couldn’t harm a single hair on her head.

“So this is the Domain that only the Ancestor of Life can touch?” A faint smile curved at the corner of Lin Fan’s lips.

She had only just broken through to Level Seven not long ago, yet she had already mastered this nearly cheating life-saving divine technique.

Having had her fill of play, Lin Fan took a single step and emerged back into the ice cavern.

Her body instantly shifted from ethereal to solid, and that grounded, substantial feeling returned.

“But…”

Lin Fan called up the system panel, her gaze narrowing slightly as she looked at the words [Fragmented Progenitor of Life Bloodline]—a single flaw appearing within her otherwise perfect joy.

“System, what exactly is this complete Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life?” Lin Fan asked in his mind.

The system’s cold mechanical voice rang out: [Answering host: The Progenitor of Life is an existence that transcends dimensions. The true Progenitor of Life creates all things, destroys all things—one thought brings life, one thought brings death. The current host merely possesses the opportunity to become a god; you are still far from becoming a true deity.]

“Speak plainly. What am I still missing?” Lin Fan grew somewhat impatient.

[Insufficient data to query. But the direction is correct—fusing more and rarer bloodlines is the only path.]

“It seems the future won’t be boring.” Lin Fan chuckled softly, the trace of displeasure vanishing in an instant, replaced by even deeper intrigue.

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“Alright, time to get down to business.”

Lin Fan stretched lazily, her perfect curves tracing a breathtaking arc through the air.

Since her physical body had been fully reconstructed and her strength had undergone a qualitative leap… it was time to return.

Back to the Dragon Spirit Continent, which the Dragon Clan regarded as their backyard garden.

There were some people, and some debts, that needed settling.

Most importantly, that world held too many “rare bloodlines” she now needed to complete her own incomplete bloodline.

“Myriad-Change Witch.”

Hum! A visible ripple spread through the air.

Lin Fan’s ankle-length pure white hair instantly contracted, transforming into brilliant golden locks that reached her hips. Her originally black, shimmering pupils also shifted into majestic golden vertical pupils.

On both sides of the top of her head, a pair of pure gold dragon horns slowly grew out.

The little princess of Border Dragon City—Long Wu—was now online.

From the System Space, Lin Fan deftly retrieved that iconic outfit.

A pure black gothic long dress, its hem layered in cascading folds, adorned with intricate silver patterns.

Matching it were a pair of thin, breathable black suspender stockings, and a pair of pointed-toe high heels with strappy, cut-out side designs.

The process of dressing was itself an enjoyment.

The silky fabric gliding against her skin put Lin Fan in an excellent mood.

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She leisurely pulled on the stockings, then slipped her slender feet into those exquisite high heels and fastened the straps.

A few minutes later, a noble, cold, and subtly dark-auraed dragon clan maiden appeared within the ice cavern.

Lin Fan walked to the ice wall and gazed at her reflection.

Compared to the previous “Long Wu” who relied purely on Skin-Suit Disguise, she now radiated an utterly pure and overwhelming pressure from the inside out.

That was the natural oppressive aura brought by the [Lord of All Spirits] talent—the absolute dominion rooted in the deepest essence of the Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life.

Even if the Dragon Clan’s ancient ancestor were to appear, in terms of Bloodline Suppression, they would likely be overshadowed by Lin Fan in this moment.

“Now, who could still say I’m a fake?” Lin Fan smiled at her reflection in the mirror, a meaningful expression on her face.

That smile was breathtakingly beautiful, and equally dangerous—like a flower of the other shore blooming at the edge of the abyss.

“Snap.”

With a stomp, the high heels beneath her feet let out a crisp sound.

The next second.

Boom!

The dome of the ice cavern exploded outright, the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice reduced to fine dust.

A streak of black-gold light, like a meteor surging against the current, instantly pierced through the thick clouds, tearing away with a piercing sonic boom.

High above, the mutated vultures on sentry duty felt that familiar yet unfamiliar, terrifying pressure. They cried out in alarm, burying their heads deep into their wings, kowtowing in the direction where the streak of light had vanished.

Target—Sakurajima.