Chapter 329 - 308: Yang God! Success!
His face instantly turned as white as a sheet.
Light golden blood, suffused with pure Soul Qi, simultaneously seeped from all seven of his orifices!
Within his Divine Soul, all was chaos!
Nine pillars of golden lightning, like nine rampaging thunder dragons, stormed his Sea of Consciousness. They coiled around, pierced through, and tore at the phantom of his Yin Spirit.
SIZZLE—!!
Countless wisps of gray-black smoke billowed from the surface of the Yin Spirit phantom. This smoke—representing the Divine Soul’s impurities, turbid yin energy, and even the "shackle imprints" unconsciously absorbed from this world’s cultivation system—was brutally seared and forced out by the golden lightning, only to be annihilated in the thunder!
The searing pain was like a billion red-hot steel needles simultaneously piercing every corner of Qi Yun’s consciousness.
It was the torment of the Divine Soul being forged—a pain millions of times worse than death by a thousand cuts.
However, Qi Yun’s Dao Heart had long been forged to indestructibility through countless life-and-death struggles and near-death experiences in the Profound Yellow Realm.
He clung to the last sliver of clarity in his mind, bearing the inhuman suffering.
He even took the initiative, guiding the lightning to assault the most stubborn "yin dregs" and formless "impediments" in the deepest core of the Yin Spirit phantom!
Destruction. Utter destruction.
But at the end of that destruction, deep within the Divine Soul Origin—which had been repeatedly scoured and forged by the lightning until it was nearly transparent—
...a faint yet incredibly tenacious point of "light," containing boundless life force and magnificent, righteous brilliance, was quietly taking form.
The seed of Pure Yang Qi!
A single spark of Innate, harmonious Yang-fire, naturally kindled after all yin had been vanquished!
Time lost all meaning in this Purgatory of lightning.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Perhaps an instant, perhaps ten thousand years.
The forging by the nine pillars of golden lightning finally reached a critical point.
The faint glimmer at the core of Qi Yun’s Yin Spirit phantom—which had been repeatedly tempered, shrinking to nearly half its size but becoming over ten times more condensed and crystalline—suddenly erupted with Infinite Light!
HUMMM—!!!
A clear, melodious chime, like the first note of the Great Dao, resonated from the deepest part of Qi Yun’s Divine Soul!
The Yin Spirit phantom abruptly spread its arms!
BOOM!
The endless golden lightning no longer brought pain. Instead, like a thousand rivers flowing to the sea, it surged madly into the phantom.
At a visible rate, the phantom’s hue was suffused with a warm, majestic, and righteously brilliant pale gold.
This golden hue was not an external stain, but radiated from within, projected from the Divine Soul Origin itself!
Pure Yang Qi!
At the same time, the phantom’s form was undergoing its final metamorphosis.
Its silhouette grew sharper and more profound, its features became lifelike, and the patterns on its skin seemed to contain the very trajectories of the Great Dao.
All traces of cold, stagnant yin vanished from its body. In its place flowed a harmonious Yang Dao Rhyme—gentle as warm jade, yet too radiantly brilliant to be looked at directly.
Yin Spirit Transforming into Yang—a success!
RUMBLE—!
In an instant, Qi Yun’s physical body’s eyes snapped open!
The chaotic, nine-colored light was gone from his eyes. All that remained were two "great suns," utterly pure and burning with pale golden flames, slowly rotating in the depths of his pupils!
He slowly rose.
His movements were unhurried, but as he stood straight, a wave of Yang God pressure—far vaster, purer, and more condensed than Hao Yue Master’s—crashed through the entire spherical space like an awakening primordial giant!
The phantoms of ten thousand mountains bowed, and the starlit Flowing Light upon the dark silver crystal walls froze.
A vast, surging tide of Pure Yang Qi billowed relentlessly.
This was not an "ordained" Yang God!
This was a Venerable Yang God—forged by using one’s own supreme Dao Foundation to command the Origin Thunder Technique, forcibly shattering the turbid yin and blazing one’s own trail!
As Qi Yun sensed the pale golden Yang God within his Purple Mansion, a pleased smile finally touched his lips.
’Not stolen, not gifted.’
’But seized by force and proven through the Dao.’
With a mere flicker of his Heart Thought, a faint halo of light naturally appeared in the void above his head.
Within the halo, one could faintly perceive the Reincarnation of Yin Yang and the ceaseless birth and death of lightning.
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