Chapter 333 - 311: Artificial... Yang God
But here, it was all accomplished in a matter of years!
Zhao Jia and Zhao Yi, who were already in the Yin Spirit Realm, received special attention from Qi Yun.
After countless private lessons, a lopsided distribution of special resources, and the meticulous refinement of their Yin Spirit origins by his Mastering All Skills Divine Technique, their Cultivation had reached the peak of the Yin Spirit Realm.
Their Yin Spirits were at a state of flawless Perfection, circulating with an abundance of pure yin energy.
They were just a paper-thin barrier away from the Yang God Realm, where extreme yin gives birth to yang and summons the Thunder Tribulation. Once the time was right, they could attempt to pierce it.
As time passed, the Dao Heart Demon Seed Secret Technique that Qi Yun had secretly planted began to gradually reveal its terrifying, insidious power.
The way the valley’s inhabitants looked at Qi Yun, after day after day of awe, curiosity, and terror, began to quietly change.
At first, they respected his unfathomable strength and strict teachings. They were curious about this mysterious Master’s origins and goals. They were terrified of his strange techniques, which, while remarkably effective, often inflicted excruciating pain.
But gradually, as their Cultivation soared, as they broke through Realms that were once far beyond their reach, and as they reaped the tangible benefits of Qi Yun’s every seemingly aloof yet precisely effective piece of guidance... a deeper emotion began to sprout and spread in the depths of their hearts.
A near-fanatical flame began to burn in their eyes.
It was the blind, fervent dependence and faith that came from entrusting their futures, their strength, and even their very beliefs to this "Qi Master"!
The Demon Seed from the Dao Heart Demon Seed had already fused perfectly with their Dao Hearts, emotions, and memories.
It was now silently amplifying these positive emotions while weakening any potential doubt or dissension.
In their minds, Qi Yun’s image grew more grand and sacred with each passing day.
They would execute any of Qi Yun’s commands or arrangements without hesitation, and even began to subconsciously resist any outside directives that might conflict with his will.
This included the Royal Family to whom they had once sworn allegiance.
All of this happened so insidiously that even they themselves were not fully aware of the change.
They simply believed it was a natural shift in mentality that came with their increased Cultivation and broadened horizons.
The years in the valley flowed by, peaceful and fulfilling.
And so, another three years passed.
...
On this day, the weather in the valley was clear and crisp.
The thin mist that usually shrouded the area seemed to have dissipated, allowing sunlight to stream through the narrow opening above the valley and cast brilliant columns of light upon the bluestone plaza.
In the center of the plaza, Zhao Jia sat cross-legged, his eyes gently closed.
No majestic aura emanated from his body; instead, his presence was retracted to its absolute limit, like the profound stillness of the Returning Ruins.
The only sign of his power was a wide halo of light, three feet above his head. Its color was as gentle as dark jade, and it pulsed slowly in time with his breathing.
Within the halo, the ethereal figure of his Yin Spirit could be seen sitting in meditation. Its expression was solemn, suffused with a natural Dao Rhyme.
After years of refinement, and with Qi Yun’s tacit approval and support, Zhao Jia had brought his Yin Spirit to the flawless peak of Perfection. He could advance no further in this Realm.
Today, he would attempt to break through to the one state countless Cultivators dreamed of—the great barrier of the Yang God!
The other forty-nine people in the valley had been notified of today’s important event. They now stood silently at the edge of the plaza, holding their breath and gazing at the central figure with complex emotions.
There was envy, nervousness, and anticipation, as well as aspirations for their own futures.
Qi Yun stood alone on a protruding boulder in the distance. His Deep Blue Daoist Robe fluttered in the breeze as he watched the proceedings with a calm expression.
He toyed with the platinum-colored Glazed Treasure Bead in his hand, his eyes profound.
’Whether this succeeds or not all comes down to today.’
This wasn’t just about Zhao Jia.
It was a test of his "Rapidly Cultivated Yang God" program’s viability and would determine the foundation of his future "Heaven’s Fall" plan.
In the center of the plaza, Zhao Jia took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. A brilliant, unwavering light shone within them.
He raised his head to look at the narrow sliver of sky, as if meeting the gaze of some unseen, cosmic existence.
The next moment.
His hands formed a Sealing Technique, and the Yin Spirit Power he had accumulated to its absolute limit erupted forth!
The deep, jade-colored halo above his head stopped pulsing and stabilized. The ethereal Yin Spirit within became perfectly distinct, its expression one of do-or-die resolve.
The space around him began to distort faintly. It was a sign that his Yin Spirit Power had reached Perfection and was starting to spontaneously resonate with the world’s Spiritual Mechanism—an indication that he was touching that final "paper-thin barrier."
In the Cangque Realm, however, that barrier was impossible to cross without Heaven’s Approval, without the descent of the Investiture Thunder Tribulation.
Zhao Jia looked up, his gaze fixed on the deep blue figure on the distant boulder. There was no confusion in his eyes, only absolute trust and a silent plea for permission.
A sliver of understanding dawned in his heart.
’Whether or not I can take this step...’
’...is not up to the heavens.’
’It’s up to the Master before me.’
Meeting Zhao Jia’s gaze, Qi Yun gave a slight nod.
’The time is now.’
He hesitated no longer. Raising his right hand in Zhao Jia’s direction, he splayed his five fingers wide, then slowly clenched them into a fist.
There were no complex Seal Techniques, no lengthy Spells.
But as his fingers closed, an intangible yet boundlessly vast will surged from within him, thundering in resonance!
BUZZ—!
The illusory golden Thunder Talisman suspended deep within the Qi Yun Purple Mansion suddenly erupted with immeasurable golden light!
The golden light burst from his body, projecting a hazy vision into the void behind him: a churning tableau of countless interwoven, thunderous Dao Patterns!