In the extreme yin darkness, Ye Fan sat alone in the cold universe, never knowing the path ahead.
In front of his brow, a crescent moon pendant floated motionlessly, maintaining a stable distance from him. It was like a divine lamp, flickering with light.
However, this light was extremely cold and could freeze anything. The ancient treasures collected by Ye Fan had all been turned into powder, unable to block the cold.
In his bosom, there was a black gourd. A flame danced within, and nine-colored mist surrounded it like a thin layer of smoke.
He was using the nine-colored flame to resist the power of the yin. Otherwise, he might be turned into a wave of yin energy and cease to exist. Moreover, this was far from the core of the yin.
This was the terrifying power of the yin. Once it was activated, it was difficult to block. If it wasn't for the burning nine-colored mist, he wouldn't have been able to resist it at all.
Around Ye Fan, a black mist drifted. This was the source of the yin of the universe. It was extremely rare even in the star domain, but there was a large expanse here.
An endless black cloud submerged this place. The sun's saint power was vast, and it was also because of this that the crescent moon pendant shone as if it had come back to life.
Looking from afar, it was like a yin divine lamp, fixed in front of Ye Fan's brow. It took in and sent out the yin, forming a close connection with him.
He rejoiced inwardly. Fortunately, the interior of the black gourd was like an ancient universe. It was boundless and contained endless nine-colored flames. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been enough.
The yin, inherited the power of the yin at the beginning of the world. It was murderous and could not be controlled. It was almost impossible to refine, let alone use it to refine the body.
Since ancient times, those who had truly cultivated the Ancient Lunar Scripture to perfection could be counted on one hand. This was fighting against the universe and the heavens for luck and creation.
Inside the pendant, ancient characters flickered one after another. Then, they turned into a trembling imprint. It was like the ringing of a great bell, making one feel like they were receiving a type of baptism.
Of course, this was an extremely terrifying baptism. Even the Saint Lords wouldn't be able to withstand it. They would definitely be turned into yin energy and turned into powder.
This type of temperature was too low. With a light shake, it could freeze everything within a hundred thousand li, impossible to stop its spread. No matter where it was, it would become a barren land, all life extinguished.
Ye Fan tried his best to calm his mind. With the help of the nine-colored fire strands, he resisted the power of extreme Yin. He observed the imprint in the pendant and comprehended it seriously.
Although he already had a premonition, he was still excited when he actually confirmed that it contained the Ancient Lunar Scripture. This was one of the two great mother scriptures of the human race. Even ancient emperors would benefit greatly from looking at it.
Only, this was still a damaged scripture, not complete. There was a Dao Palace scroll, as well as an Immortal Foundation scroll, missing three scrolls, and there was no Great Yin Secret Technique.
Naturally, it was sufficient as long as he had the Immortal Foundation Scripture. He had already cultivated the Sea of Reincarnation, Dao Palace, Four Extremities, and Dragon Transformation. All of these were the strongest ancient scriptures.
And now, the great yin and great yang were gathered together, converging into an immortal foundation. It was just right for the yin and yang to complement each other, manifesting the legendary supreme immortal foundation art!
Of course, this was just an extravagant hope. Since ancient times, who could bring these two opposing ancient powers together? Even the Sages of the Immemorial Era cultivated themselves to the point of madness.
"Great yin and great yang, which one is weaker and which one is stronger? Yin and Yang complement each other, becoming an emperor under the heavens."
These ancient words were like a demonic incantation, echoing in Ye Fan's ears. The incantation originated from the crescent moon pendant, making it hard for him to calm down.
Since ancient times, there were many trials and tribulations in proving one's dao. It was impossible to advance. Apart from great willpower and wisdom, one also needed supreme luck. Ancient scriptures alone weren't enough.
For example, the immortal divine dynasties and the holy lands that had existed for a long time all had ancient scriptures. However, apart from the founders, no one in the later generations had proven their dao.
It was as if a path couldn't be walked twice. The predecessors achieved the dao, blocking the later generations. There was no more hope.
However, the great yin and great yang were so special. There was a legend that if one cultivated both of them to perfection, they could prove their dao. As long as one cultivated these two ancient scriptures, they would be able to obtain the dao.
As for the other ancient scriptures, even if one cultivated them to perfection, they might not necessarily be able to take the same step as their ancestors. They would only be an existence comparable to the Quasi-emperor.
"When the great yin and great yang complement each other and reach perfection together, one can be called an emperor. How astonishing. No wonder that Immemorial Sage risked his life to go against the heavens, cultivating himself to madness and becoming a demonic human."
Time flowed like water, never to return. There was no epoch in the void. Ye Fan was like a dust-covered fossil. He sat quietly in the pitch-black universe, not moving at all as he silently comprehended.
Beside him, the green-clothed old man hugged the stone coffin like a stone statue. It was hard to tell what kind of state he was in. It could be said that he had transformed into the dao, but he still existed and hadn't completely decayed. It could be said that he was still alive, but he had lost his self-awareness.
As for the stone coffin, it was already closed and didn't emit any aura. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Ye Fan to meditate peacefully at such a close distance.
In this dark universe, time was the least valuable. The great yin mist lingered. Ye Fan hadn't moved for half a year and had always been comprehending.
Back then when he cultivated the Sun Sutra, he didn't spend such a long time either. He only exited after three months. But now that half a year had passed, he was still frowning.
The Ancient Moon Sutra of the immortal-foundation volume was extremely profound. It required a pure and flawless dao heart to comprehend and a powerful divine sense as the foundation to establish an immortal-foundation.
He had all of these, and by right, he should be able to achieve twice the results with half the effort. However, he met with great trouble. Not only was his progress slow, there were even a few times when he almost crippled himself.
He cultivated the Sun Sutra and now he was cultivating the Extreme Yin Saint Energy. The two of them clashed with each other and had no way to fuse them together, almost causing his immortal-foundation to shatter.
What yin and yang complementing each other, what yin and yang complementing each other? None of them could be realized. There was only conflict and self-destruction.
"Pu!"
After another half a month passed, Ye Fan coughed out a large mouthful of blood. The sun and moon clashed against each other, causing his immortal-foundation to tremble violently. A terrifying wound could be seen in the center of his brows.
"Great yin and great yang, how can I fuse them together?!"
Ye Fan pondered, using all the methods he had. It wasn't that he was overly arrogant, nor was it because he felt that he was stronger than that ancient sage. Rather, it was because he had something he could rely on.
He came from the other end of the starry space and had seen Taiji before. Although it wasn't a cultivation art, it gave him boundless enlightenment. Maybe, this might be the most effective method to resolve the conflict between the great yin and great yang.
But even so, he was still injured. The two opposing forces almost caused his immortal-foundation to shatter, turning it into primordial chaos.
Ye Fan persevered, silently contemplating. He sat cross-legged in the dark cosmos and started to comprehend the dao once more.
"The dao of heaven and earth, using yin and yang to create the myriad of things. The logic of life, using yin and yang to nourish one's bones. Everything in one's body must conform to the principles of yin and yang. I shall start from here. "
"Taiji means that before the heavens and earth were separated, the origin qi would fuse into one. This is the absolute beginning, the ultimate unity."
Ye Fan mumbled to himself, using his heart to comprehend. He circulated the Ancient Moon Sutra in his body and started to attempt again.
The Dao is the essence. It can't be used as a form, it can't be used as a name, it can only be used as a name.
"I am the ultimate unity, my body is the Dao, using me to separate yin and yang, transforming into two energies, resonating with life."
Ye Fan's heart was flawless. He deduced step by step, combining what he knew, evolving the great yin and great yang, allowing them to advance together, merging fire and water.
He viewed himself as the Dao, separating yin and yang within the Dao, allowing the great yin and great yang to support each other.
Just like this, another half a year passed. Ye Fan finally had a breakthrough in cultivating the ancient scriptures of great yin and great yang, obtaining a crucial progress.
Naturally, this didn't mean that he had truly fused the great yin and great yang together. He could only cultivate them at the initial stage. Wanting to cultivate both scriptures at the same time was simply too difficult.
Being able to achieve such a small step, other than his talent, it was also because he had absorbed the essence of ancient China for thousands of years, comprehending the dao by analogy.
During this year, Ye Fan didn't move at all. He was like a statue in an ancient temple, solemn and dignified, understanding the Dao.
Finally, the nine-colored mist outside his body became fainter. Black mist flowed over, this was the pure power of the great yin. Strands of it entered his pores.
After more than a year of bitter cultivation, he finally activated the true power of the great yin, refining it into his body and cleansing it. Although it was very little, it was shocking.
On an ancient planet in the Northern Dipper Region, within an ancient forbidden ground in the Eastern Wasteland, a divine platform was flashing.
After more than a year, they finally made the decision to face the lonely universe and summon it. The amount needed was great. The divine source was piled up in four corners.
Formation patterns flickered and marks of the Dao were densely covered, interweaving in the void. The place was immediately submerged.
At the same time, in the depths of the cold universe, Ye Fan woke up. He felt a powerful force tearing at him, trying to pull him into a tunnel.
"What happened?" Suddenly, he felt a mysterious force restraining him.
Boom!
He activated the true power of the great yin and pierced it into the void in the distance, entering a tunnel.
In the Eastern Wasteland, the divine platform flashed, and a black mist rushed out. It was filled with a destructive aura, turning the ancient land into powder on the spot, turning it into a frozen land.
"The holy power of the great yin!"
"To be able to cultivate the holy power of the great yin, which race is this king?"
The group of ancient beings was very shocked. They all retreated, using all kinds of treasures to protect themselves, preventing the black mist from approaching. At the same time, there was a flash, and the divine platform dimmed.
"Do we still need to summon it? This existence seems to be very repulsive."
…
In the universe, Ye Fan was shocked. He vaguely felt that it was the ancient king he had carried out from the purple copper warship that had attracted the pulling force just now, but he didn't think too much about it.
He began to meditate again, cultivating the power of the great yin. Wisps of mist surged into his body, entering and exiting his pores, allowing him to gradually adapt.
Just like that, one month, two months … In the blink of an eye, another year passed. Ye Fan's initial success of the great yin was far from perfect, but he had extraordinary techniques.
During this time, he constantly refined the holy power of the great yin, and the black mist in this ancient region was almost sucked dry.
Ye Fan was very focused. Day after day, month after month, he quietly cultivated. He needed great power to continue comprehending.
"When Taiji moves, it gives birth to Yang. When it moves, it gives birth to stillness. When it moves, it gives birth to Yin. One movement and one stillness are the roots of each other. Yin and Yang are separated, and the two are established. "
He had finally achieved a certain level of success by controlling Yin and Yang and cultivating the great yin and great yang together, but he was still not satisfied.
Ye Fan had been in seclusion in this pitch-black star region for more than three years, not moving a single step. Finally, he had refined all the black mist.
In the past, he used three months to cultivate the Ancient Sun Scripture. Now, he used a total of three years to cultivate the Ancient Moon Scripture. The difference in time was huge, but the effects were also shocking.
Ye Fan had already been in this desolate universe for almost seven years. His strength had improved by leaps and bounds. Finally, after refining the great yin mist, he experienced a great tribulation that shook the entire star region.
The lightning tribulation was extremely terrifying, and a group of human-shaped lightning bolts descended. After that, they suppressed the entire sky, wanting to crush him to death.
Finally, he succeeded and took the most crucial step in the life of a cultivator. He stepped into the second-level of immortal-foundation and became a character at the saint lord level!
To Ye Fan, this was incomparably important. He had a saint physique and had already stepped into the eight-forbidden realm. Once he became a saint lord, he would be extremely terrifying. He would be able to roam the world and no one would be able to strangle him.
"Now that I've reached this realm, if I return to the Big Dipper Region, would I still have to fear the various sacred grounds?!" However, he could only sigh, he had no way to return.
Late at night, in the Eastern Barren Lands, Pang Bo was covered in blood. He stared at the starry sky, "It's been seven years. Ye Zi, are you still alive? Have you returned to our hometown? Do you know how cruel the battle here is … "
"Cough …" Li Heishui coughed out blood, "This time, I might die too. I wonder if the barbarians survived."
On another ancient platform, Ji Ziyue coughed lightly, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She stared at the starry sky, "Little Ye Zi, where are you? Have you returned to the other side of the starry sky? Your old friend has encountered a great calamity. My brother tried to help, but he was still heavily injured by a sneak attack. "
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