Chapter 909: Yin Spirit

A boy and a girl, two Daoist children, both appeared to be eleven or twelve years old. They had red lips and white teeth, were beautiful, and radiated spiritual energy. Despite their youth, they carried an air of aged wisdom.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, their hearts filled with dread. They were completely stunned. Were these two clever and delicate little ones truly telling the truth? This was too terrifying.

They claimed to have followed Emperor Yuhua? This was incomprehensible! If it were true, it would present an infinite number of incredible mysteries.

“Grave robber, check if these two are malevolent spirits,” the big black dog muttered uncomfortably, its spiritual voice transmission barely audible, as it nudged Duan De with a large paw.

“They are definitely alive, but there’s a strange, unsettling aura about them that makes my hair stand on end,” Duan De said, unable to suppress a shiver.

He brought out Spirit Grass, Yanluo Earth, Nine Nether Embryo, and other items, then even sprinkled Yellow Spring Water. Like a shaman performing a ritual, he chanted incantations, waving his hands and feet. Anyone unfamiliar with the sight might have thought he was having a seizure.

Unfortunately, none of it worked. Duan De finally plopped onto the ground, muttering dejectedly, “I’ve robbed graves my whole life, but today I’ve probably met my match.”

People from the various Holy Lands and several great divine dynasties were skeptical. There were already two prevailing theories about whether Emperor Yuhua even existed. He lived nearly 300,000 years ago, so how could his Daoist children still be alive?

“Don’t be skeptical. Those two Daoist children bear the power of time,” said a wizened old man from the Feng Clan, stepping forward. His expression was grim as he stared intently ahead. “I don’t know if they’ve lived for nearly 300,000 years, but I can confirm their physical bodies have existed for at least tens of thousands of years.”

When this old man spoke, the Feng Clan’s Holy Lord and Feng Huang were by his side. Clearly, he was a figure of great importance, attracting many people’s attention.

“What? He’s still alive?!” Many people were greatly astonished.

“It’s him!”

Many people were stunned. All the Holy Lords present were filled with shock, revealing startled expressions. Some masters of great sects had only seen him in their youth, and legend had it that he had passed away two thousand years ago.

The previous Holy Lord of the Feng Clan!

This was a figure from the same generation as Jiang Taixu. Although he wasn't as renowned throughout the world as Divine King Jiang once was, who was hailed as the strongest attacker in the Eastern Wasteland for five thousand years, simply living for such an extended period was a form of power. His ability to exist for over four thousand years without dying was in itself proof of his extraordinary nature, a considerable miracle.

The Grand Elder Holy Lord of the Feng Clan was still alive and unfathomably powerful. Everyone’s expressions changed; people of such an advanced age would never speak falsely. Could it be that the two Daoist children were truly...

Everyone dared not think further. People trembled, looking at the two red-lipped, white-toothed children, then staring at the stone carvings in the ancestral temple, feeling increasingly uneasy.

Why was Emperor Yuhua’s figure so blurry? Though he was in the ancestral temple, where a golden statue should have been erected, his image was so unclear, as if shrouded in mist. In contrast, the two Daoist children were strikingly lifelike, as if they had walked out of the stone wall, vivid and real.

“I don’t believe it!” Even in such circumstances, audacious individuals were not lacking, and people’s opinions varied.

Several people shook their heads and sneered. One sect master said, “Perhaps a major force intends to claim this place for themselves, scare us all away, and intentionally put out two young kids to achieve that.”

“Hehehe…”

The two Daoist children in the ancestral temple walked together, looking down from above. The boy among them laughed, a chilling sound, his voice rough and ancient. He said, “What impudence, daring to be so arrogant here. Who dares to claim this place for themselves?”

He extended a small, tender hand, which instantly enlarged, moving so fast that no one could react. He pointed forward with a finger that shimmered with precious light but felt eerily cold.

“Ah…” A tragic scream erupted.

“Puff,” a spray of blood splattered, followed by a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned, their hearts filled with terror. The scene before them sent chills down their spines. That eleven or twelve-year-old Daoist child had pressed a sect master to death with just one finger.

“Can you do that?” Ye Fan asked Qi Luo.

“These two Daoist children are ancient Saints; we are no match for them!” Qi Luo said in a deep voice.

“What? These two children are ancient Saints? Then… there’s no mistake, they must have followed Emperor Yuhua, otherwise how could they be so powerful!” Pang Bo and Dongfang Ye exchanged horrified glances.

What exactly was the Yuhua Divine Dynasty trying to do? The two children who were by their ancestor’s side over 200,000 years ago were still alive. That mysterious Great Emperor might not truly be dead!

What truly happened in the past? Did they genuinely go into seclusion, voluntarily abandoning their rule? Many people felt a vague unease. This First Ancestral Vein of the Central Plains was no ordinary place. Could it be that, as had just been speculated, they were indeed after the Primordial Dragon’s power?

Duan De said, trembling, “They want to draw forth all the dragon qi and ancestral veins of the Central Plains. The legendary ascension of an entire sect might be real.”

Ascension to Immortality was the ultimate goal of that divine dynasty. To achieve it, they had once traveled to other star regions. Their power was extremely formidable, and they must have made extensive preparations in the past.

Ye Fan and the others felt their hair stand on end. Just now, in the thirty-fourth layer of the temple’s small world, they had seen so many malevolent spirits, and that black mountain was directly connected to the foundation of the Central Plains’ former First Ancestral Vein.

Anyone who thought carefully could deduce something: it was truly too bizarre. How extensive were their actions to transform the First Ancestral Vein into a ghost vein?!

Now, the dragon qi had all transformed into ghostly qi. It surged heavenward, filled with wailing ghosts and howling spirits, vastly different from how it was in the past.

Over 200,000 years ago, the Central Plains’ First Ancestral Vein was filled with auspicious mists, rainbows spanned the sun and moon, and brilliant light surged forth, resembling an immortal’s abode.

“What do you intend?” someone asked.

“You have trespassed into the Great Emperor’s sleeping place, and you ask us what we intend?” the two ancient Saints, resembling children, said coldly.

At this moment, other powerful cultivators also sensed it. Though the two Daoist children had restrained their aura, they still made people feel as if they were facing primeval beasts. This was undeniably the true nature of ancient Saints!

Many from the ancient clans had also rushed there, all of them pale-faced. Those who came to this place were top-tier experts, many of them Half-Saints. Facing ancient Saints, they were trembling with fear.

Everyone fell silent. This place was not uninhabited; it could not be considered an ownerless ruin at all. There were two living Saints guarding it.

Many people even felt fear. Plundering a Saint’s den was simply seeking death!

“You have broken into this place, and we will not blame you, as it has been sealed for many years. However, you need to apologize to the Great Emperor,” the two Daoist children said.

Many people remained silent, their hearts tumultuous and uncertain. Would the two ancient Saints truly let them go? Except for the few Holy Lands possessing Emperor Weapons, everyone else was uneasy.

The two Daoist children gestured, indicating that Emperor Yuhua was sleeping in the small world ahead, and told them to go apologize.

The scene instantly fell silent. No one took a step forward, all unable to fathom their intentions, their hearts greatly shaken.

Emperor Yuhua, he was living in the innermost layer of the sacred temple’s small world! Was this true or false? No one dared to move.

The two Daoist children pointed, and a straight ancient path led directly to the highest sacred temple. Its stone door was tightly closed, and everyone felt their hair stand on end. If Emperor Yuhua truly slept inside, their actions would be utterly ridiculous, and the Five Domains would undergo an earth-shattering change!

For a long time, the place remained in deathly silence; no one spoke. After a considerably long period, someone finally moved, truly walking forward, wanting to see what would happen.

“Flap-flap-flap”

As a team of people passed through the depths of this temple area, many winged demons flew out. They had all been hanging from the eaves and other high places.

“Descendants of Yin Gods!” Duan De shouted, as if he had suddenly realized something.

Many people were also stunned. When they first entered the sacred temple’s first layer, they suffered heavy losses. Many such “yin people” had appeared, hanging upside down from the eaves, devouring the essence, blood, and flesh of numerous experts, leaving only human skin behind. And now they had reappeared.

“They are Yin Gods!” Duan De shouted, finally understanding the Daoist children’s true identity. He had encountered the legendary living ancestors.

The sound of flapping devil wings echoed incessantly. The yin people filled the sky, yet they did not attack the crowd, each one hideous and sinister.

“The Yin Gods have not transformed; they are still here, heavens!” Duan De’s heart turned completely cold. He directly stated that now, not only were Yanluo Earth, Yellow Spring Water, and Nine Nether Embryo useless, but even bringing in a Palace of the Underworld King might not be enough to suppress them.

These two Daoist children were truly not mere yin spirits. In the past, they must have been buried in an extremely miraculous place. Their primordial spirits had died, but their physical bodies remained immortal. After hundreds of thousands of years of nourishment, their physical bodies were reborn, giving birth to new spiritual consciousness.

The extreme of death, reborn again!

This was a heaven-defying transformation, escaping the reckoning of heaven. Such beings were terrifyingly incomprehensible. They learned anything with astonishing speed, and by growing step by step, they would eventually become invincible, able to contend with the greatest existences!

“No,” Ye Fan said, “didn’t you say that even if they were reborn as human embryos like this, they would have severed their past? They should be new life forms, and shouldn’t remember their past lives, only their current one.”

“Something must have happened here,” Duan De said, his face pale. “They must have gained their past from other sources. They absolutely underwent rebirth and regeneration; it’s a miracle of life at the extreme of death!” For the first time, the fat man was utterly at a loss, losing his composure. Having dealt with tombs all his life, he knew there were certain taboo existences, and these two Daoist children were among them.

Yin Gods!

Behind them, everyone almost exploded with shock. People’s scalps tingled. This was a struggle for destiny with heaven and earth, an unfathomable fortune.

Throughout history, everyone had but one life. Who could possibly start another, different life after death?

Everyone felt their hearts turn cold, thinking of many things. It seemed that too many events had indeed transpired in the Central Plains’ First Ancestral Vein in the past. Only by being buried in such a place could the two Daoist children have undergone such a miraculous transformation!

The male Daoist child sneered, saying, “Rest assured, we won’t make things difficult for you. Please enter the highest ancestral temple.”

“You are… Corpse Gods. How do you still remember your past lives?”

“Naturally, the Great Emperor awakened us and bestowed upon us the memories of our past lives,” the female Daoist child said.

“What? He… is truly still in the world?!”

“Please enter, everyone,” the male Daoist child said expressionlessly. The female child waved her sleeve, and the distant stone door rumbled open, revealing the innermost layer of the temple’s small world.

“Boom!”

Endless auspicious mists surged forth, and various propitious lights swirled. Inside, it was utterly sacred, with a thousand auspicious glows and ten thousand divine rainbows piercing through the sun, moon, and stars.

The essence of the Central Plains’ First Ancestral Vein’s dragon qi converged here. Innumerable streams of immortal light evaporated, scattering across the heavens and earth. The rosy glow was dazzling, and colored rays surged majestically.

An ancient temple was nestled among the mountains, peaceful and sacred. Some temples resonated with the Great Dao, enveloped by countless divine chains of order. People could tell at a glance that these were insights from ancient sages, one after another.

Some temples spewed divine mists, illuminating the sky, with red flames and purple qi floating together. Without a doubt, those must be astonishing divine materials!

And from other ancient halls came sounds like chanting, as if someone was reciting supreme Daoist scriptures. Countless ancient characters, densely packed, were imprinted in the void, emitting boundless divine radiance.

People went mad; those were absolutely world-shaking ancient scriptures!

Most shocking of all, a stone embryo floated and sank in the sole opening of the Central Plains’ First Ancestral Vein. It undulated with the auspicious mists and pulsed with the rainbows. As the ancestral vein spewed forth auspicious qi, it absorbed the universal essence from all directions.

“What… is that?”

Everyone was stunned.

“Emperor Yuhua!” the two Daoist children said expressionlessly.