476: Yin-Yang value urgently needed

The remolded black rock at his fingertips, now turned to dust, had not yet fully dissipated, and the cool night breeze, carrying the unique sulfur scent of Spirit Forging Peak, poured into the courtyard.

Inside Yao Delong, the surging Mid-stage Soul Transformation Yuan Qi flowed like a newborn river of silver mercury, coursing through every inch of his meridians, which had been reshaped by the World-Burning Yang Marrow and were now comparable to divine gold and precious diamonds!

His perception of the power of heaven and earth had become clearer than ever before.

The vast heat wandering around him, the violent fiery currents flowing through the earth's veins beneath his feet, and even the faint stellar fire breath emitted by the indifferent planets in the night sky above were all clearly reflected, thread by thread, deep within his pupils, which had retracted the Golden Sun mark yet grown increasingly profound.

The rotation of Yin and Yang, the initial distinction between clear and turbid, and the true meaning of the "Fire" contained within—light, heat, and destruction—were boiling in his heart like scorching oil!

"Thump!"

The embers of the giant rock fell to the ground.

It ended the silence.

Yao Delong turned abruptly, his robes, reflecting the faint glow of the residual lava, fluttering in a stunning arc.

He faced Liu Duan, who sat by the stone table with his back straight, his aura noticeably weaker than before, yet wearing a look of relief as if he had laid down a burden of ten thousand jun.

Thud!

He bent his knees, not performing the usual salute of a Cultivator, but instead kneeling and kowtowing deeply!

His forehead struck hard against the ground, which had just cooled like glass—a dull knock, as if he had knocked on a door spanning his past and present lives!

"Senior Liu!"

His voice was not loud, but it was resolute, filled with strength:

"The grace of passing on the Dharma and recreating me! The virtue of teaching the Dao and guiding my path! Yao Delong... will remember this in the depths of his heart!

When I achieve success in my Realm one day, I will surely fulfill today's words! Searching the heavens above and the nine underworlds below! This vow shall not change!!"

The rugged lines on Liu Duan's face relaxed, like a glowing coal ignited in the cold wind of late night.

He did not stop Yao Delong's kowtow, but the weight accumulated over ten thousand years in his eyes seemed to be shaken once more.

"Get up."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had exhausted his last bit of strength, yet it contained the relief of a settled matter:

"With these words of yours, my old bones, this remnant soul that has undergone Transmigration twice... it wasn't all for nothing! Even if I'm burned out, it was worth it!"

He paused, and the look of relief was replaced by a deeper solemnity:

"Kid Yao! Listen well! Igniting your natal Divine Fire and condensing that Great Sun True Form is the threshold for you to knock open the true mysteries of this Dao and master the laws of Fire!

It is the starting point of a ten-thousand-mile journey! The thicker your Foundation, the wider the path you can walk in the future!

Do not seek speed, do not fear difficulty! Haste makes waste; steady and solid progress is the true path to heaven!"

Yao Delong understood clearly.

For him, the greatest difficulty in igniting this natal Divine Fire was never the comprehension, but those three precious Essence Fires of heaven and earth!

As long as he had enough yin-yang value to exchange for specific Fusion deductions, the success rate was not a problem at all!

But he still nodded respectfully, noting down Liu Duan's instructions:

"This junior will keep Elder's teachings in mind. I will surely build a solid Foundation and not disgrace the glory of this Dharma!"

"Hmm!" Liu Duan nodded with satisfaction, as if confirming that the seed he had planted was growing straight and strong.

His withered palm flipped, and a square token, glowing with the moist luster of green jade and flowing with a few strange flame spiritual patterns, appeared in his palm.

"This is the 'Flame Heart Green Jade Token'. It has refined a trace of special boundary space positioning power and requires no Divine Thought branding."

He flicked his finger, and the jade token flew steadily into Yao Delong's outstretched, resolute palm, feeling warm and smooth to the touch.

"You only need to cultivate to the Body Integration Realm, and this token will be sensed by this old man within its own boundary range.

When that time comes, I will follow the signal and come! Remember... before reaching Body Integration, do not try to find this old man!"

His gaze suddenly became as sharp as a hawk's, as if piercing through the cool night air of the courtyard and the warm breeze on the peak:

"As for what you and I have plotted today, and the Karma we have undertaken..."

His voice dropped extremely low, and every word sounded as if it had been quenched in ten thousand years of ice:

"It ends with your heart and mine! If even half a word leaks out... it will not be as simple as you and I perishing... it may bring about... the disaster of burning Realms and destroying worlds!"

Destroying worlds!

These two words were like invisible ancient ice spikes, stabbing fiercely into Yao Delong's heart!

Previously, Liu Duan had only said "nine deaths and one life," but now it was "destroying worlds"?!

What level of enemy was that?! Could they overturn the power of an entire Realm with a flip of their hand?!

An unspeakable chill, mixed with an absolute sense of solemnity regarding this monstrous Karma, suddenly gripped him.

But his eyes did not waver in the slightest; instead, they became deeper and more concentrated! Like a deep abyss.

"Rest assured, Senior! This Disciple understands! This matter... heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know!"

He almost spat the words out through his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the green jade token. This heavy jade token was heavier than a mountain!

"Good! Good! Good!" Liu Duan clapped his hands and laughed three times!

His laughter was full of gratification, and there was also a sigh for the promise of the younger generation: "A weight has been lifted from my heart! It is time to go!"

He stood up abruptly, straightened his tattered, alcohol-soaked robes, and his figure seemed to stand a few inches taller in the night, like a general about to embark on an intensely fierce expedition.

He looked at Little White Flood Dragon Qiong Shuang, who was circling nearby, half in fear and half in curiosity, and revealed a look of apology and helplessness.

"Little one... I'm sorry."

Amidst a barely audible sigh, Liu Duan gently raised his finger!

There was no brilliance at his fingertip! It did not even stir a trace of wind!

But the lively vertical pupils of Little White Flood Dragon Qiong Shuang suddenly stalled!

Her entire petite body stiffened visibly! It was as if her Divine Soul had been suddenly dragged into an endless abyss of deep slumber!

With a thud, her small body stopped swimming and fell straight from mid-air as if she had lost all strength!

Yao Delong was quick-witted and waved his hand!

A gentle ray of light wrapped around Qiong Shuang, catching her safely in his arms.

Feeling that the White Flood Dragon's life aura in his arms was normal, and only her consciousness had completely fallen into a deep slumber, with no damage whatsoever, he looked at Liu Duan.

"Just a minor technique to erase her memory of the last few hours here.

It won't harm her Foundation; when she wakes up from her sleep, she will only remember what happened before she came to find me. This way... is safest for this little thing." Liu Duan waved his hand.

Yao Delong held the Little White Flood Dragon and took a deep look at this Elder who was crucial in his life's journey.

"The Dao is so long and arduous... seize the day! Seize the day!"

Liu Duan's final voice was like a murmur, echoing in the increasingly cool mountain breeze.

When he looked up again, by the stone table, the black-robed figure holding the wine jar had already dissipated without a trace, like a lone crane returning to the mist.

The night deepened.

Stars flickered above the heavy mist of Spirit Forging Peak.

Yao Delong carried the sleeping Little White Flood Dragon Qiong Shuang and swept down from Spirit Forging Peak.

The surging Yuan Qi after his Breakthrough was agitated!

But his heart was currently surging even more with endless mysteries and... a suddenly urgent pressure.

He urgently needed... yin-yang value! A large amount of yin-yang value!

The fastest path was right before his eyes—he must accumulate yin-yang value as quickly as possible and ignite the spark of the Myriad Tribulation Undying Great Sun Divine Fire in one go!

The silver moon hung low. Clouds flowed.

His figure was like a ghostly stream of light, his destination clear—Heavenly Sword Peak, the exquisite courtyard where Liu Rumei resided!

The wind whipped his sleeves!

Yao Delong's figure landed silently on the bluestone-paved terrace in the corner of the quaint and elegant courtyard.

His Divine Sense, like an invisible tide, instantly spread out!

He tried to capture that familiar aura, which carried a hint of laziness and arrogance, along with the clanging resonance of a sword bone, as well as that sweet and warm aura...