The Truth of the Supreme Dao Field

The Yin-Yang Soul-Fixing Coin trembled and uttered four words.

Qin Ming realized the problem with that Supreme Secret Realm was far worse than he had imagined.

He asked, "Can you be more specific?"

The coin seemed possessed. Its flickering thoughts came in fragments, with no coherence at all.

"They all died... and they all came back to life..."

It was trapped in the most terrifying of dreams, speaking of the strongest figure in the Yin-Yang Dao Field's history and touching on the Yang Ruins and Yin Ruins.

Qin Ming suspected its underlying laws had long since been "beaten to death." It could not defy them.

"What exactly is happening inside the Yin-Yang Dao Field?"

"Ah..."

Deep within the coin, strange patterns interwove, and an agonized scream rang out.

The sound raised goosebumps, as though a vengeful ghost were about to awaken.

Qin Ming withdrew at once and locked it deep inside the Exotic Gold Cloth.

The coin's mind was in disarray, and it radiated a dangerous aura.

Qin Ming felt it needed time to calm down. It could not take any more stimulation.

"The Heavenly Immortals are trembling..."

Long afterward, the coin was still murmuring in its sleep, unable to explain what it meant. Only after a while longer did it fall silent.

Qin Ming frowned. "This coin... has lost its mind."

Then he sighed. "A Dao Venerable is involved here. This is serious trouble."

The problem with the Yin-Yang Dao Field was too terrifying for ordinary people to solve.

Guan Xu, the old Daoist, and the others returned. They had no choice; otherwise, their bodies would have dissipated, and they might have died for good.

"Get word out!" Along the way, they tried every means available. They subdued Flowing Light Birds in the mountains and intimidated Top-Tier Aberrants, sending