The white fish blazes like countless stars exploding, bursting forth with ultimate creation, ascension, light, and masculinity.
The black fish, deep and mysterious like a desolate ruin that devours all worlds, embodies ultimate containment, darkness, deathly silence, and femininity.
The two are connected end to end, seemingly incompatible, yet they devour and evolve in the eternal cycle of rotation and pursuit. In the gaps between birth and death, a timeless and eternal rhythm is born—isolated yang cannot produce, solitary yin cannot grow, the cycle never ends, thus proving the primordial chaos!
Time loses its meaning in the Dao Realm.
Qing Huan's mind was completely immersed in that vast and boundless vortex of Yin and Yang.
Transformed into a speck of dust, it comprehends the power of creation amidst the primordial torrent of the Yang Fish that burns away all heavens, and comprehends the laws of the end within the vortex of the Yin Fish that freezes all things.
Each ultimate cycle is like the birth and death of the universe, bringing about a tearing apart and rebirth at the level of the primordial spirit.
At this moment of profound enlightenment, the subtle crack that had been quietly embedded by the Zhunti Dharma of Zhunti suddenly became sharp under the infinite magnification of the Yin-Yang Origin!
A hideous, imperfect gap appeared on the eternally revolving Pisces!
"Boom--!"
His sea of consciousness trembled violently, and the pure Daoist landscape before him shattered, twisted, and reformed!
In an instant, it felt like ten thousand needles piercing my bones, or like a giant hammer forging my body!
The spiritual energy, carrying with it malevolent energy Power of the Stars, forcefully surged into the meridians.
Beneath Qing Huan's skin, it seemed as if countless ferocious beasts were surging about.
Within the Purple Mansion, a spark of spiritual light suddenly appeared, like an axe that Heaven-Opening, forcefully cleaving apart the surging spiritual energy!
The bright red and burning sensation represents Yang, rising from the Du meridian, like the toxic fire of the earth's lungs burning and refining the spine, scorching the spirit and soul.
The deep blue and icy cold is Yin, descending along the Ren meridian, like the mysterious ice of the deepest hell freezing the internal organs and solidifying life force.
Extreme heat and extreme cold clashed and tore at his body, as if trying to rip his flesh and soul to dust.
Qing Huan's face twisted as he desperately guarded the Yin-Yang spiritual light, maintaining the delicate balance between Yin and Yang—separated yet not scattered, clashing yet waiting to unite.
The torment made me oblivious to the passage of time.
Qing Huan's body became the most brutal battlefield of Yin-Yang Qi, and was constantly reborn on the verge of Destruction.
The crimson energy of the sun forges bones, melting and reshaping mortal bones, revealing the color of golden jade.
The mysterious Yin energy cleanses the marrow, condensing and dissolving the bone marrow, flowing with a profound and mysterious light.
Flesh and blood, internal organs, were repeatedly burned by yang fire and frozen by yin cold, only to be reborn with even greater resilience under the harmonization of spiritual light (central palace).
Each cycle is a challenge to and transcendence of the limits of the laws.
Chuyuan Palace, strange phenomena frequently appeared. In broad daylight, the red yang energy stirred up a hundred-mile-long fiery cloud above the ancient peak, rolling like a sea of lava, reflecting a crimson glow onto the surrounding wild mountains.
As night fell, the air was thick with the aura of yin, and the pale blue starlight cascaded down like a waterfall. The peak was covered with ancient ice, and the chilling air caused the space to distort slightly.
Qing Huan sat upright within, like stubborn iron thrown into the furnace of heaven and earth, enduring the most primal and violent tempering.
Remember the key principle of "maintaining the center," and keep your mind firmly anchored on that one point of unchanging, pure, and unblemished spiritual light in the Purple Palace, allowing Yin and Yang to alternate and rage outside your body, while remaining steadfast and unmoved.
That spiritual light is the curve in the Taiji Diagram that separates Yin and Yang, flowing endlessly; it is the boundary between life and death, and also the pivot of balance.
A hundred days of torment, a thousand trials. When the body and soul reach a new, resilient balance through extreme yin and yang tempering, change occurs.
The raging clash of crimson yang and yin energies within his body were no longer content with mere Destruction and rebirth, but, under Qing Huan's powerful will and profound understanding of "maintaining the center," began to attempt to merge.
The Yin-Yang Qi are no longer clearly distinct, but have transformed into two vast yet gentle torrents—the red Yang is like a dragon, fierce and violent, while the dark Yin is like a tiger, gentle and unpredictable.
Guided by Qing Huan's mind, they slowly circulated and chased each other along specific trajectories within the meridians.
Each convergence of energy, like the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers, unleashes a thunderous sound like the Primordial Chaos, colliding, intertwining, and merging in the "central palace" of the dantian!
Each fusion gives birth to a wisp of pure, unparalleled primordial energy containing the mysteries of Creation.
This wisp of primordial energy is no longer the violent Primordial Wilderness Chaos Qi, but rather the original power refined and sublimated by Qing Huan's own Yin-Yang Great Dao, containing his preliminary understanding of the laws of mutual dependence, transformation, and unity of Yin and Yang.
As I close my eyes again, a deeper understanding flows in... Chaos is the furnace, yin and yang are the charcoal, refining the true form and guarding the middle way.
At this moment, Qing Huan slowly opened his eyes, the Yin-Yang Qi flowing continuously within them before quietly disappearing.
During this seclusion, his understanding of the Yin-Yang Great Dao deepened to a new level, and his fingertips seemed to be able to touch the most fundamental forces of the alternation of hot and cold, and the cycle of life and death between heaven and earth.
He pondered to himself: The Way of the Taishang emphasizes non-action, seemingly not competing or grabbing, but in reality, it always gains the upper hand in the workings of the Heavenly Dao Way.
However, his own path leans more towards "struggle"—acting according to one's heart and responding to the circumstances.
Even those who cultivate the same Yin-Yang Great Dao can have vastly different understandings due to their differing Daoist hearts, as different as clouds and mud.
Qing Huan gently shook his head, clearing his mind of all distractions, and his gaze fell on the vibrant ginseng Ginseng Fruit Tree beside him.
Reaching out, I plucked a fruit; its skin was as white as jade, faintly glowing with a rosy light. I put it in my mouth and chewed it slowly.
At first taste, there was no strange flavor; instead, a warm, gentle energy slid slowly down the throat, flowing through the body and limbs, leaving a warm and extremely comfortable feeling.
Even though he was already at the Mid-Quasi-Saint, he could clearly feel his Magic Power slowly increasing. Although it wasn't earth-shattering, it was pure and continuous, like a gentle stream that never stopped flowing.
Initially, Qing Huan intended to decompose this spiritual root, extract its essence, and return it to the Western Land to compensate for the damage to the earth's veins caused by Zhenyuanzi's fall.
But things change, and the West today is completely different from what it used to be, a brand new world.
In total, the West has received three Merit - the Great Formation of the Stars has nourished the Primordial Wilderness, and Zhenyuanzi's Dao body has transformed into the source to nourish the earth's veins. The earth's veins in the West have been restored to about 70-80%, and only need time to settle before they can be completely stabilized.
In this situation, the original essence of the Ginseng Fruit Tree becomes merely an added bonus, and thus unnecessary.
Qing Huan gazed at the misty, picturesque scenery of the three islands outside the window, a bold idea suddenly took root in his mind:
He currently possesses three Ultimate Innate Spiritual Root: the Wind Thunder Immortal Apricots Tree on Seven Views Island, the Maple Spirit Tree on Yingzhou Island, and this Ginseng Fruit Tree...
If we were to use these three elements as a foundation to set up a Three Talents Formation, I'm afraid there would be no formation in the entire Primordial Wilderness that could be more "powerful" or more robust!
If one were to integrate the Four Symbols Origin that one has comprehended into it, and use the power of earth, wind, water, and fire to activate it, the power of this formation would probably be no less than the Great Formation of the Stars of the demon race, and perhaps even greater!
Upon realizing this, Qing Huan gasped in shock, and with a flicker, vanished from the Chuyuan Palace.
When he reappeared, he was standing beside the One Yuan Heavy Water Pool. The pool water was as clear as a mirror, reflecting his thoughtful face, calm and profound.