Chapter 690: Void Proof Taiyin

Chapter 693: Attaining Taiyin in the Void

In the Big Dipper Region, Eastern Wasteland, powerful Primordial King Clans moved in and out between the nine dragon caverns of the Myriad Dragon Nest. They hailed from various origin lands, observing from afar a vermilion ancient coffin floating within.

The once-weak human race had grown so powerful; perhaps even the ancient Human Emperors were no more formidable. The vermilion great coffin had lain there for an unknown number of years, submerged by numerous fragments of divine sources, yet no primordial being dared to move it.

A purple-haired middle-aged man questioned whether the Myriad Dragon Nest would allow a human corpse to remain in their treasure land without intervention.

A golden-haired man from the Myriad Dragon Nest retorted with a glance, asking if those from the Divine Spirit Valley found it intolerable. No one dared to move the vermilion ancient coffin. Even powerful overseers like themselves dared not approach it, and even their kings would be wary.

A figure from another clan remarked that in the Primordial Era, the human race was not weak. The Taiyin and Sun True Scriptures were definitely created by Emperor-level figures, even if they might not have originated from this world.

They recalled the Human Devil who had cultivated both Taiyin and Sun, noting how he had single-handedly slain several Ancestor Kings and wreaked havoc across the world.

However, the human race was now truly weak. It was suggested that their respective kings could act to eradicate them completely, making them vanish permanently from this world.

A grave voice from another ancient being, resembling a Divine Phoenix, warned against reckless action, cautioning that it might lead to a great disaster. They stated that their Primordial Kings would make their own decisions.

These were the overseers, representing various clans, who had gathered and discussed for several days. They finally entered the depths of the Myriad Dragon Nest, looking towards the Dark Nest.

In the Primordial Era, a divine platform left by an ancient Human Emperor was split into nine pieces. One of these pieces lay within the ancient nest, where dark light flickered and chaos ebbed and flowed.

An ancient being expressed dissatisfaction with this Human Great Emperor, who was deemed too overbearing for occupying such an important location, but there was nothing they could do.

The group resolved to each retrieve their sacred objects and assemble the divine platform to summon to the Ziwei Ancient Starfield in the starry sky, hoping it would truly succeed.

They were warned that the cost would be immense, and they must be prepared.

In the vast starry sky, Ye Fan set off again. He did not know the starting point or the destination, making it difficult to determine where he would ultimately arrive.

He murmured to himself, hoping to enter the Ziwei Ancient Starfield.

However, he knew that traveling through the cold, dark universe was full of variables, and there could be no guarantees, especially since the altar was too small.

At this time, the old man in green had lost himself again, holding the stone coffin without self-awareness, following blankly alongside Ye Fan.

This made Ye Fan breathe a sigh of relief, as traveling alongside the malevolent spirit of a deity would have been an unbearable pressure.

He speculated it was either the corpse of a divine being or the remains of an ancient Great Emperor.

Ye Fan stared at the stone coffin, his eyes burning with fervor; it was an invaluable divine material, rarely seen throughout all the worlds.

He wondered if there truly were divine beings and wished to examine it, but he did not try to seize it. Who knew if the old man in green, who was almost integrated with the Dao, would suddenly awaken?

The stone coffin was sealed very tightly, emitting no trace of aura. Ye Fan had cautiously tried to send a wisp of divine sense into it, but it could not penetrate. However, he did not force it, clearly remembering how the ancient coffins of Empress Ruthless and the Undying Heavenly Emperor could shatter one's body and spirit upon approach!

This was a strange journey. After traversing starfields, they could clearly see endless starlight flickering as they rapidly moved through an eternal passage.

A century in a breath! Ten thousand years in an instant!

These two vastly different sensations alternated: at times, time felt incredibly slow, while at others, they moved at extreme speed, creating a sense of time displacement and spatial disorientation.

This was what it meant to traverse the cosmos—indescribable, causing one to lose themselves, feeling bewildered, unaware of the current year or the path ahead.

After an unknown period, Ye Fan's body violently shook. Ahead, a dark starlight appeared, the passage vanished, and they emerged into a dead, silent cosmos.

Ye Fan lamented his constant encounters with unreliable Black Emperor formation patterns, incomplete Altars of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, and altars formed from the lost will of a divine being.

Ye Fan was on the verge of tears, finding himself once again in the icy cosmos, utterly isolated, billions of miles from any other ancient star.

Now, he was even further from the Big Dipper Region, and the Ziwei Star seemed ethereal and distant. He had arrived at a lifeless resting place, far too desolate.

Hoping to fly back was futile; he wouldn't leave in ten lifetimes. He could only drift aimlessly through the cosmos until his essence was depleted, his life force exhausted, and he perished along the way.

He suddenly realized something was wrong: this region was exceedingly cold and dark, with a powerful suction force that devoured everything.

Ye Fan was startled, sensing a deadly threat, as if he were facing the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art itself, about to be reduced to ashes and refined away.

His body, along with the old man in green and the stone coffin, was uncontrollably pulled in one direction, prompting him to wonder what it was.

Just ahead, there was no starlight, not a single ray of light; nothing could be seen. It was as black as ink, utterly devoid of visibility.

Silently, it absorbed and exhaled the heavens and earth, as if a ferocious beast, ancient as the primordial darkness, had opened its maw and swallowed a starfield, leaving nothing behind.

The force grew stronger, gradually accelerating. Ye Fan's body felt as if it would rip apart, his sacred blood boiled, and his entire body seemed to burn, yet an icy chill penetrated his bones.

He wondered what was happening, why it was uncontrollable, like a myriad, like a sea, or moths drawn to a flame.

Although Ye Fan possessed a Sacred Body, he could no longer bear it; he was on the verge of being swallowed and destroyed. He had entered a region where the flow of time was imperceptible.

Eternal darkness, boundless dead land!

Ultimately, even the divine power fluctuations he emitted were swallowed, and even his murmurs vanished. Any movement would cause his essence to be disintegrated.

He realized this was…

Ye Fan's heart pounded; this was a terrifying dead space in the cosmos, where any living being entering it would be swallowed and disintegrated, as if facing the awe-inspiring Empress Ruthless herself.

He was accelerating forward, on the verge of being pulled into eternal silence. His physical body seemed to be disintegrating as a terrifying force rushed at him, dragging him into a rapid descent.

The old man in green, having lost his primary divine sense, was completely bewildered, his form almost vanishing. He showed no reaction, merely holding the stone coffin blankly.

Ye Fan sighed, contemplating the vastness of the cosmos, filled with endless dead lands but with scarcely any source of life.

He had departed from the Big Dipper Region and traveled alone for several years. All he had seen was darkness and chilling cold, utterly silent, a solitude consistent throughout the ages.

By now, he knew he had entered a desolate region. Without an unexpected turn, even an ancient Saint would likely be unable to save him.

This was a cosmic black hole, capable of annihilating eternity and disintegrating and devouring anything that entered its vicinity. Unless a Saint arrived, escape was utterly impossible.

Ye Fan strongly suspected that the first ancient scripture created by Empress Ruthless—the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art—was inspired by such a phenomenon.

Now, he was virtually facing a devastating blow, as if a Saint-level figure was attacking. How could he escape? If he truly fell into the black hole's center, it would be akin to a Great Emperor making a move, ensuring certain death. Even a god would be unable to rescue him!

He wondered what to do.

Ye Fan truly had no solution. He enumerated his powerful methods: his physical body was peerless, but it had not yet reached completion, so entering would surely turn him into ashes.

Though the God-Striking Whip was strong, it could not collapse the black hole, as there was no divine consciousness to strike. Although the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron was extraordinary, it certainly could not absorb the black hole.

Undoubtedly, his most powerful means was the black gourd. Besides flames, it could unleash an astonishing strike, but could the immortal sword released from the gourd, no matter how sharp, truly cleave the black hole?

Ye Fan murmured to himself, wishing the Nine Dragons Coffin Pulling were present, thinking perhaps the small bronze coffin could unleash ultimate power and stabilize the black hole.

He fixed his gaze on the stone coffin held by the divine being's spirit, realizing he might have to rely on it. Inside, there was either a deity or an imperial corpse; though deceased, it might still be able to resist the black hole.

The speed increased rapidly as they accelerated towards the black hole. Ye Fan could no longer endure it; he used his cauldron to protect himself and clutched the black gourd.

Finally, they plunged into perpetual darkness. Even his Origin Heaven Divine Eye was ineffective; its divine light was absorbed upon opening, and his eyeballs nearly popped out.

Thump!

At the instant the divine being's spirit seemed to awaken and was about to dissipate into nothingness, it jolted powerfully, and the stone coffin in its hands cracked open slightly.

Boom!

Suddenly, an overwhelming aura, like a raging flood, erupted from the stone coffin. The black hole was already terrifying enough, but the aura from within the coffin was even more frightening.

It seemed capable of shattering the cosmos itself, directly collapsing all regions outside the black hole and destroying everything!

This was undoubtedly an unimaginable supreme being. A single wisp of its aura could shatter the cosmos and annihilate all things; nothing could block it, and even the black hole could not devour it.

Ye Fan's heart violently trembled; indeed, it was either a deity or an imperial corpse, nothing else was possible. It was truly too terrifying.

He enveloped himself with the immortal treasures of the Primal Chaos Myriad Dragon Nest, then contained himself within the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, and simultaneously used the black gourd for protection, barely avoiding his body being shattered.

Thump!

The stone coffin was incredibly terrifying, piercing through the edge of the black hole, breaking free, and rushing out, completely unstoppable.

This was merely a corpse. How powerful must it have been when alive? Ye Fan did not know and could not imagine it. He was already considered a powerful being, yet he could not fathom its might.

Leaving the black hole behind, they entered a desolate place so bone-chillingly cold it felt as if it could freeze one's soul.

He sensed a surge of Taiyin Sacred Power!

Ye Fan was startled, immediately sensing this terrifying power. Not long after leaving the black hole, he encountered this most fundamental force in the cosmos.

Hum!

A crescent-shaped pendant on his body began to tremble, also emitting a Taiyin True Power that could seal all heavens, nearly annihilating Ye Fan.

He immediately opened the black gourd, releasing nine-colored mist to envelop himself, using sacred flames to counter the power.

He realized it was the Taiyin Ancient Scripture!

Suddenly, a thought struck Ye Fan. Utilizing the primordial Taiyin Sacred Power in the cosmos, he glimpsed two ancient divine characters—'Taiyin'—shimmering on the pendant.

He sat cross-legged in the extremely yin and dark cosmos, remaining motionless, as if he were in the primordial era of creation.

"Taiyin and Sun, which is weaker, which is stronger? Yin and Yang in harmony…" an ancient celestial sound echoed in his ears like a mystical incantation, resonating in the pitch-black cosmos.

In an origin land of the Primordial Race in the Eastern Wasteland of the Big Dipper Region, a group of powerful beings devoutly encircled a divine platform.

They sensed a wisp of aura, a life fluctuation in the boundless cosmos, correcting themselves to identify it as powerful Taiyin Sacred Power.

A question arose: should they summon it back?

Another voiced concern that provoking such an existence could lead to a catastrophe.

However, another asserted that it was fine, as each clan had Primordial Kings presiding.

In Central Province, Pang Bo returned from a battlefield, covered in wounds and struggling to walk. He spat out a mouthful of blood and sighed deeply, wondering if Ye Zi had returned to their homeland, if he knew who Pang Bo's current enemies were, and when they could reunite.

The Barbarian, also covered in wounds and carrying the heavily injured and dying Li Heishui, asked Pang Bo about his injuries. He sighed, lamenting that the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art was too terrifying and that the woman responsible should be executed.

Wu Zhongtian, with a severed arm and blood staining his path, added that there was an even more terrifying group of people, acknowledging that the world had descended into chaos and that they would all be dead if not for a certain dog.

Pang Bo sighed, questioning if the dog could still be alive.