Chapter 327 - 308: Yang God, Achieved
Deep beneath the Great Cang Imperial City, within the core of the inverted meteorite.
The dark silver crystalline walls, through which starlight flowed, reflected a strange, faint glow.
Qi Yun stood alone in the center of the floating platform. His Heart Thought stirred slightly.
HUMMM—!
In the void beneath his feet, countless intricate and subtle Array Patterns, imbued with the true intent of the Northern Way, instantly manifested. Spreading out from him as the center, they frantically covered every inch of the spherical chamber’s crystalline walls in a mere instant!
Immediately after, a heavy and majestic "mountain intent," seeming to carry immense weight, rose from the Array Patterns. It transformed into layers of ancient, ethereal mountain ranges, flickering between solid and illusory forms.
They completely sealed and solidified the entire space within the meteorite’s core!
The phantoms of ten thousand mountains rose and fell, suppressing everything in all directions.
Once the preparations were complete, Qi Yun’s gaze hardened. He made a grasping motion with his five fingers toward the empty space before him.
"Come out."
Space rippled, and a figure—somewhat illusory and with an aura so weak it was nearly gone—was spat out by an invisible force, stumbling and collapsing to the ground.
It was Hao Yue Master!
But at this moment, the Sect Leader of the Moonlight Sect, the great Yang God Great Power, was a far cry from the incarnation that had blazed like a scorching sun over the Cloud Dream Marsh.
His form was illusory and transparent, his hair disheveled. His once-majestic face was now ashen and bewildered. His eyes, which had once burned with golden flames, were now dim and lusterless like dusty colored glass, holding nothing but emptiness and despair.
Not a single trace of Pure Yang Dao Intent flowed around him. Instead, he emanated wisps of a scorched aura, the aftermath of being burned by lightning.
He remained curled on the ground, completely unresponsive to the changes in his surroundings, like an empty shell drained of all its Essence, Qi, and Spirit.
His Dao Heart, along with his very convictions, had been utterly shattered and pulverized by that Shenxiao Thunder Talisman within the Heaven-Deceiving Array.
The majesty of a Yang God, the glory of a Sect...
Faced with such an absolute disparity in power and authority, it was all laughably fragile.
Qi Yun gazed quietly down at this top-tier Cultivator of the Cangque Realm and shook his head slightly.
’To think his Dao Heart is so fragile. Just one defeat and he completely gives up, his Daoist Intent collapsing on its own... How did someone with such a temperament even cultivate to this Realm?’
He found it somewhat difficult to understand.
In the Profound Yellow Realm, which Master hadn’t clawed their way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, struggling to survive countless desperate situations?
Their Dao Hearts had long been tempered to be as hard as Divine Iron. Even in death, most would fight to the very last moment until their Divine Soul was annihilated. Few would ever crumble without a fight and simply self-destruct like this.
’Is cultivation in this realm too easy?’
But no matter. The reason was no longer important. What was important was that this Yang God was of considerable value to him.
The next second, a Nine-Colored Divine Radiance suddenly flared in Qi Yun’s eyes!
He raised his right hand, fingers spread, and gently pressed down toward the empty-eyed Hao Yue Master on the ground.
[Mastering All Skills] + [Seizing Profound Intent]
Two Divine Techniques, activated simultaneously!
The Nine-Colored Divine Radiance erupted from Qi Yun’s palm, instantly enveloping Hao Yue Master’s remnant soul!
"Argh—!"
The previously numb Hao Yue Master let out a short, twisted wail as his body involuntarily floated up, rigid in mid-air.
The Nine-Colored Divine Radiance seeped into his illusory Soul Body, flowing like mercury, leaving no opening unpenetrated.
Qi Yun’s Daluo Heaven circulated silently around him, like a vast Heaven and Earth Furnace.
The stripped Daoist Intent and cultivation insights flowed like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, pouring endlessly into his Purple Mansion Sea of Consciousness to be rapidly refined, absorbed, and integrated by his Daluo Heaven!
This was a plunder of extreme dominance and efficiency!
As the Refinement proceeded, Qi Yun’s Divine Soul aura, which had been suppressed and restrained from crossing realms, began to skyrocket at a visible rate!
The phantom of his Divine Soul flickered in and out of view behind him. It was blurry at first, but as the origin of Hao Yue Master’s Yang God was continuously infused, the phantom rapidly solidified and grew stronger!
Its color gradually took on a luster as warm and smooth as jade.
It was a sign that the very essence of his Divine Soul was improving, beginning its metamorphosis to a higher level!
At this moment, by refining the origin of a true Yang God Great Power, his understanding of the Cangque Realm’s Path of Divine Soul deepened at lightning speed. His own Divine Soul Realm also began to advance rapidly toward the peak of what this realm defined as the Yin Spirit Realm!
When about a tenth of Hao Yue Master’s Divine Soul Cultivation had been refined and seized—
BOOM!
Qi Yun’s body trembled slightly, and the solidified phantom of his Divine Soul behind him suddenly erupted in brilliant light!
The phantom’s outline was perfectly clear, its face identical to Qi Yun’s. Its eyes shone with a profound light, and Dao Rhyme flowed around its body as it emanated a tyrannical aura of Perfection, flawless and condensed as if it were tangible!
The peak of the Yin Spirit Realm!
He was just one step away from attempting to touch the threshold of the Yin-to-Yang Transformation!
However, at the very moment his Realm stabilized, Qi Yun did not immerse himself in the pleasure of his increased power. Instead, his brows furrowed slightly.
A crucial piece of information about cultivation had clearly surfaced in his mind:
"For a Yin Spirit to transform into a Yang God, it must undergo the baptism of celestial lightning.
To temper the Divine Soul and wash away all yin dregs.
To nurture a wisp of indestructible pure yang qi amidst destruction.
Finally, the Divine Soul becomes as clear as colored glass, illuminated throughout by yang harmony.
However, lightning is Heaven’s instrument of execution, the pivot of Creation, tied to the Supreme authority.
One who does not have Heaven’s Approval and has not been granted the opportunity cannot trigger it, nor can they withstand it..."
’Therefore, for a Cultivator of this realm to become a Yang God, they must first obtain Heaven’s Approval. Then, at a specific time and place, they must undergo the ’Celestial Thunder Tribulation.’
’If they pass, they undergo the Yin-to-Yang Transformation and become a Yang God.
’If they fail, their Divine Soul is annihilated, and they are reduced to tribulation ash...’
’So, the so-called Yang God... is less a breakthrough from one’s own cultivation, and more of... an investiture and approval from Heaven?’
As he digested this core Daoist Intent stripped from Hao Yue Master’s origin, the nine-colored light in Qi Yun’s eyes slowly subsided, replaced by a cold, sharp glint that saw through to the very essence of things.