Chapter 883: Yin Yang Plate

## The Mortal World

Cultivator Chen and Fang Ting disappeared outside the main hall. Those in the hall wore various expressions.

The four, including the man in green, shared Cultivator Chen's dissatisfaction with Daoist Huayang's overbearing actions. However, seeing the Pavilion Master compromise, and even Uncle-Master Chen receive punishment, no one dared to voice further objections.

The new disciples, however, did not yet have deep emotional ties to Misty Pavilion. Upon hearing Daoist Huayang recruiting disciples on behalf of the Lando Sect, they couldn't help but feel immense anticipation. As the saying goes, people aspire to higher places, just as water flows to lower grounds. For the essentials of cultivation—resources, companions, techniques, and cultivation grounds—the Lando Sect was incomparably superior to Misty Pavilion in every aspect.

Daoist Huayang watched Fang Ting leave the main hall, then turned to look at the crowd, feeling somewhat deflated. His main objective this time was to recruit core disciples like Fang Ting. Having failed to secure Fang Ting, the probability of anyone else meeting his requirements was minuscule.

Just then, Pavilion Master Qi's voice rang out again. "Fellow Daoist Huayang, let's not delay. Let the test begin. I have long wished to witness the power of the renowned Yin-Yang Disk from the Yin-Yang lineage."

"Go set up the formation," Daoist Huayang instructed his young attendant, then took out a round bronze disk from his mustard seed pouch. The bronze disk was slightly larger than an adult's palm. Its base and edges emitted an antique bronze luster, while intricate, strange runes were engraved all over its surface. Inside the bronze disk was a black and white Yin-Yang symbol of two fish. The pattern seemed not fixed, but continuously rotated slowly, causing dizziness upon sight, as if one's soul was about to be drawn in.

Daoist Huayang took out the Yin-Yang Disk. Hearing Pavilion Master Qi's words, he chuckled, "I am ashamed! The Yin-Yang Disk is merely a supplementary magic artifact, and a damaged one at that. Its power is far inferior to your esteemed pavilion's treasure, the Water Mist Screen."

"Fellow Daoist Huayang, why be so humble?" Pavilion Master Qi replied. "While our Water Mist Screen is decent, how can it compare to the supreme treasures of the Yin-Yang lineage? Even this Yin-Yang Disk is certainly not as simple as you claim. These new disciples are only at the Qi Condensation stage; will there be any accidents if they enter the Yin-Yang Disk?"

"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist!" Daoist Huayang said confidently, pointing to the busy attendant. "I will only activate a very small portion of its power, and there's also a calming formation to protect them. They will absolutely not get lost within the Yin-Yang Disk. Not only will it not harm them, but if their comprehension is good, their temperament can greatly improve through this experience."

Pavilion Master Qi chuckled. "Then I shall thank Fellow Daoist Huayang in advance."

While the two conversed, the young attendant was busy in the center of the main hall. Streaks of flowing light flew from his palm, landing on the ground. Soon, an unusually complex spirit formation gradually took shape. A faint, milky white aura emanated from the formation, spreading outwards. A sudden chorus of exclamations arose in the main hall. Enveloped by the aura, the new disciples became unwittingly immersed, their faces showing expressions of extreme relaxation and an unprecedented tranquility in their hearts.

"Go!" Daoist Huayang smiled slightly, flicking the Yin-Yang Disk into the air above the grand formation, directly above its center. Then, with a low shout, he startled those who were immersed. "All of you, enter the spirit formation and meditate..."

Everyone eagerly rushed into the spirit formation. The avatar's gaze flickered, and he too darted into the formation, finding a spot to sit down.

"Focus your minds and enter meditation; do not allow a single distracting thought!" Daoist Huayang's voice resonated. "Later, no matter what you see, do not be afraid. The calming formation will protect you; no harm will come to you. Remember, you only have the duration of an incense stick. You must do your utmost to grasp what you see..." The last part of his instruction was puzzling.

Next, Daoist Huayang's expression grew solemn, and he pointed at the Yin-Yang Disk. Accompanied by a hum, the Yin-Yang pattern in the center of the disk began to spin rapidly. The two streams of Yin and Yang energy spun faster and faster, eventually transforming into two light pillars, one black and one white, which suddenly shot into the grand formation. Just as they were about to touch the new disciples, they became gentle and subdued. The next moment, the black and white energies merged, forming a mass of gray mist. The figures of the new disciples were enveloped by the mist, becoming indistinct.

After this, the main hall fell silent once more. Daoist Huayang simultaneously controlled the spirit formation and the Yin-Yang Disk, observing the new disciples and awaiting the results.

At this moment, the avatar felt as if he had fallen into a boundless sea of white mist. He felt a surge of caution. His greatest concern was the state of the Celestial Eye Butterfly, which was also enveloped by the Yin-Yang Disk's power. If it were forced to reveal itself, that would be dangerous. "Fortunately," the avatar thought, "Daoist Huayang is worried about harming these new disciples, only activating a small portion of this magic artifact's power. It's not enough to affect the Celestial Eye Butterfly..."

The avatar's heart eased, and he began to observe his surroundings. He was now like a lone wandering spirit, floating in the void. Below him was an empty expanse, no solid ground in sight, and faint white mist enveloped him in all directions.

"Grasp what you see..." The avatar recalled Daoist Huayang's words, his heart stirred, and he reached out to grasp a wisp of white mist. When he opened his hand, the white mist inexplicably vanished. This showed that the surrounding sights were likely not real objects, but rather illusions. A glance around revealed everything was illusory. This was truly a situation with no way out, nowhere to go.

Yet, there was no trace of anxiety on the avatar's face. He slowly turned his gaze, taking in everything around him, and gradually seemed to understand something. If it were a Qi Condensation cultivator facing this situation, they would naturally be helpless, only able to wait for Daoist Huayang to retract the Yin-Yang Disk. But although the avatar's cultivation was only at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, he possessed the insight of a Core Formation cultivator. Daoist Huayang's cultivation was only similar to his true self's. With only a small portion of the magic artifact's power activated, and it being an illusion, it was impossible for the avatar to get lost in it.

"Something to grasp?" the avatar mused. "The only real thing here is the Yin-Yang energy of the Yin-Yang Disk! Low-level cultivators cannot see through illusions. If they search aimlessly in this vast space, they will never be able to grasp the Yin-Yang energy. Only those with an innate sensitivity to Yin-Yang energy, whose five senses are obscured, can find the Yin-Yang energy through an inexplicable sense. The Yin-Yang lineage truly has stringent requirements for talent..."

Having figured out the reason, the avatar became confident. He stood still in the void, his eyes slightly closed, carefully sensing the changes in the flow of white mist. Before long, the avatar's face lit up. He suddenly opened his eyes, fixed on a direction, and shot away.

Outside the spirit formation.

The main hall was utterly silent. Time flowed slowly, and soon, more than half the time of an incense stick had passed. The disciples in the spirit formation wore various expressions—some anxious, some helpless. Still, not a single one had awakened. Daoist Huayang stared at the three-spirit-root youth. He had held some expectations for him, but seeing his flustered appearance, he couldn't help but shake his head, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.