Chapter 334 - 311: Artificial... Yang God
A supreme majesty that towered over all creation, Punishing on behalf of Heaven and judging all living beings, instantly enveloped the entire valley, like a slumbering ancient Thunder Deity suddenly awakened!
All the Cultivators in the valley, including those who had already reached the Yin Spirit Realm, felt their Divine Souls tremble violently, overcome by an urge to prostrate themselves on the ground.
It was a form of awe and fear born from primal instinct—a reaction to a higher echelon of power and authority!
"Thunder of Heaven and Earth, hear my Decree."
Qi Yun’s voice wasn’t loud, but each syllable stirred the vibrations of the formless Daoist Intent of thunder in the void.
"Today, there is the Cultivator Zhao Jia, at the Perfection of the Yin Spirit, his Dao Foundation solidified. He wishes to reverse Yin and manifest Yang, to transcend his shackles."
"I, in the name of [Shenxiao], grant this request. Let the tribulation thunder descend to temper his Divine Soul, cleanse his yin dregs, and bestow upon him the opportunity of Pure Yang!"
The moment his voice fell—
"KRA-KOOM—!!!"
From between Qi Yun’s loosely clenched fingers, a beam of light—condensed to the absolute extreme, dark gold in color, and containing countless tiny bolts of lightning—suddenly shot out.
The beam was initially as fine as a hair, but the instant it left his fingertips, it swelled on the wind. It transformed into a pillar of lightning dozens of yards across, composed purely of a viscous, liquid-like Golden Thunder Liquid. Tearing through the air with a shriek that made the very void tremble, it struck straight at the deep jade-colored halo above Zhao Jia’s head!
This was a man-made heavenly tribulation—one created by Qi Yun using the Daoist Intent of the [Shenxiao Thunder Talisman] he had mastered, designed specifically to refine the Yin Spirit and ignite the Pure Yang Fire!
The moment the pillar of lightning descended, Zhao Jia’s body trembled violently, and all color drained from his face.
But his gaze remained firm, even holding a trace of pious fanaticism. He neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, he pushed the Yin Spirit phantom above his head with all his might, actively meeting the life-or-death golden light!
"TZZZLA—!!!"
Amidst a grating, explosive sound, the Golden Thunder Liquid completely engulfed Zhao Jia and his Yin Spirit phantom!
The instant the lightning pillar touched the Yin Spirit phantom, it seemed to transform into billions of golden electric snakes, as fine as hairs. Each one contained the purest Daoist Intent of destruction and rebirth, and they frantically burrowed into every inch of the Yin Spirit phantom’s "body"!
"Arrrghhh—!!!"
Zhao Jia finally couldn’t stop himself from letting out a shrill, miserable howl.
This was no longer the pain of the flesh, but the ultimate agony of his Divine Soul Origin being torn apart, seared, and battered by the most savage power!
His Yin Spirit phantom twisted and contorted violently within the Golden Thunder Liquid. Countless cracks instantly appeared on its surface, as if it might disintegrate into motes of light at any moment!
The golden electric snakes mercilessly weaved through and destroyed, viciously burning out the last traces of impurities, inertia, and turbid yin energy from the Yin Spirit phantom. These were reduced to wisps of black smoke, which were then annihilated within the lightning.
At the same time, along with the destruction, the slivers of life-giving Creation and the essence of pure yang contained within the lightning were injected into the very core origin of the Yin Spirit!
Qi Yun stood atop the mountain rock, Chaotic Divine Light and golden lightning interweaving in his eyes. He used the [Mastering All Skills] Divine Technique to firmly control the intensity and flow of the lightning.
He had to ensure the lightning was powerful enough to refine away all the yin dregs, yet not so powerful that it would completely shatter Zhao Jia’s Yin Spirit.
Maintaining this balance required extreme precision.
Time seemed to flow slowly amidst the roar of the lightning and Zhao Jia’s tormented screams.
The spectating Cultivators watched with trepidation, the destructive aura emanating from the Golden Thunder Liquid sending a chill through their Divine Souls.
They couldn’t imagine being in his place; they would likely be reduced to ash in an instant.
At the same time, they felt an immense sense of awe and... fear toward Qi Yun’s methods.
To wield thunder and call down a man-made tribulation.
How was that any different from the will of Heaven itself?
An unknown amount of time passed. Just as Zhao Jia’s screams grew faint, his Yin Spirit phantom having shrunk by nearly half and its light having dimmed to the extreme—
Deep within the core of the Yin Spirit phantom, which had been burned and battered by the Golden Thunder Liquid until it was nearly transparent, a single point of golden light suddenly lit up, faint yet incredibly tenacious, warm and magnificent—like the first ray of dawn at the end of a long night!
The Pure Yang Fire! At the brink of annihilation, from the deepest depths of his Divine Soul Origin, it had been forcefully "forged" into existence by the lightning!
"OM—!"
A clear, resonant hum, like the primordial sound of the Great Dao, rippled out from within the pillar of lightning!
Zhao Jia’s shrunken, condensed, and nearly transparent Yin Spirit phantom shuddered violently!
Immediately after, with that point of Pure Yang Golden Fire at its core, a warm, bright, and majestic pale golden hue spread out like ink dropped in clear water, instantly suffusing the entire Yin Spirit phantom!
The phantom’s form then underwent its final metamorphosis!
Its outline became sharper and more defined, as if it were solid. Its features were majestic, yet held a warm yang aura. Not a trace of coldness or stagnation remained; instead, a Pure Yang Dao Rhyme flowed from it—gentle as jade, yet brilliantly radiant!
Its volume also began to slowly recover and expand, emitting a pressure that was far stronger, more condensed, and of a completely different "quality" than before!
The Yin Spirit’s transformation into Yang was a success!
"Retract."
Qi Yun uttered a low command, spreading his fingers open.
The pillar of golden lightning connecting Heaven and Earth abruptly broke off and dissipated, as if it had never been there.
Only the faint, numbing sensation and the light, scorched scent remaining in the air proved that the soul-stirring scene had indeed taken place.
In the center of the plaza, Zhao Jia slowly opened his eyes.
Deep within his eyes, two pale golden flames slowly spun, gentle yet majestic.
Above his head, a pale golden halo about a foot in diameter floated quietly, its edges flowing with faint Dao Patterns.
Within the halo, a Yang God phantom with a face identical to his own, radiating a Pure Yang aura, flickered in and out of sight.
He stood up, a feeling of unprecedented power and excitement welling up in his heart as he felt the vast, surging power within him resonate clearly with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Mechanism.
He suddenly turned. Facing Qi Yun on the distant rock, he prostrated himself with the force of a collapsing mountain. His voice, though trembling with excitement, was incomparably loud:
"Zhao Jia thanks you, Master, for the grace of this enlightenment and rebirth!
In this life, I am willing to die in your service!"
This kowtow was sincere and came from the bottom of his heart.
It wasn’t just because Qi Yun had helped him break through to the long-dreamed-of Yang God Realm.
It was also because, under the subtle and imperceptible influence of the *Dao Heart Demon Seed*, Qi Yun had already become the one and only supreme being in his heart.
Qi Yun accepted his bow with composure and said coolly:
"Your Yang God is newly formed. You need to stabilize your Realm and familiarize yourself with your power.
Go and properly experience it."
"Yes!" Zhao Jia agreed respectfully. He rose and stepped aside, unable to hide the excitement on his face.
Meanwhile, the gazes of the other forty-nine Cultivators surrounding the plaza were now fixed on Qi Yun, burning with such intensity they seemed ready to ignite.
Witnessing Zhao Jia break through to the Yang God Realm with their own eyes had an unparalleled impact on them.
This meant that as long as they worked hard enough and earned the Master’s approval...
...the unreachable Yang God Realm was no longer an impossible dream for them!
Fanatical faith, absolute loyalty, and the desire to grow stronger at any cost burned fiercely in their hearts.
Qi Yun’s gaze swept over them, and he chuckled inwardly.
The first fruit of a "Rapidly Cultivated Yang God" had already been picked.
The method was proven effective; the plan was viable.
The next step was to accelerate the process and let more "fruits" ripen.
He raised his head, looking toward the narrow patch of sky above the valley, his gaze seeming to pierce through countless barriers.
The "Yang God" monopoly in the Cangque Realm.
Today, he had personally shattered it.
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