In the depths of despair, a voice rang out—somewhat sinister, yet to Xiao Chen, it was like a spring breeze brushing his face.
"Lord Yellow, can you help me?"
Xiao Chen's gaze shifted. The light in his eyes, nearly extinguished, blazed anew, like a drowning man spotting a life-saving straw!
"Have you forgotten? You still have the Yin-Yang Reversal Art yet to awaken," Qiongqi reminded him!
"The Yin-Yang Reversal Art?" Xiao Chen froze.
Of course, he remembered the Yin-Yang Reversal Art.
Legend said it was an ancient, mysterious, and immensely powerful terrifying secret art.
At profound mastery, it could reverse yin and yang, destroy another's fortune, and wield horrifying power—near-immortal, almost divine.
The Yin-Yang Reversal Art was exceedingly mysterious. Over ten thousand years, it had scarcely appeared in the world.
Though many cultivators yearned for it, they searched bitterly in vain.
As time passed, the hopes of living beings gradually faded. They came to believe it was false, that it did not exist, and no longer pursued it with fervor.
Yet among certain immensely ancient aristocratic clans and sects, rumors occasionally emerged: to obtain the Yin-Yang Reversal Art, one had to break the Ten Thousand Calamities Curse!
At first, Xiao Chen had held out hope as well.
But after breaking the curse of calamity, the Yin-Yang Reversal Art had not appeared at all.
In the end, he had gradually forgotten it, believing the rumors were mistaken.
Who could have expected that today, amid peril, Qiongqi would bring up the old matter again, as though some hidden mystery was about to be revealed?
"Not only does the Yin-Yang Reversal Art truly exist, it is incomparably powerful. Fortune is profound and mysterious, deep as a dragon. Any art in this world that touches upon fortune is no ordinary thing; it will be