Initial Enlightenment of Yin Yang

In the blink of an eye, Mo Lin and Xiao Yi Xian had spent over half a month in the tranquil, secluded valley.

During this time, Mo Lin had been almost entirely immersed in cultivation and experimentation.

The abundant spiritual energy in the valley provided him with an excellent environment. Each day, apart from the necessary breathing exercises to consolidate his cultivation, which had already reached the peak of a Five-Star Dou Shi, he spent most of his time repeatedly pondering the secret of "Yin Yang Genesis" that he had glimpsed during a fortunate mishap, guided by Yun Yun.

He sat cross-legged on a smooth, giant rock deep within the valley, his mind sinking into his body.

In his left palm, a wisp of deep purple flame flickered, emanating from the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King's core beast flame—the Purple Flame.

Although it was not a Heavenly Flame, its violent and scorching energy was not to be underestimated.

In his right palm was a thread-like white airflow, as fine as a gossamer, yet exuding an extreme coldness. This was the ultimate cold force he had carefully guided from the Snow Emperor's core.

He cautiously controlled these two energies, with their extremely opposing attributes, as they slowly approached each other in the void a foot in front of him.

Having learned from the painful lesson of nearly exploding last time, he was exceptionally careful this time, his concentration heightened, ready to separate them at any moment before they spiraled out of control.

"Chichichi..."

The instant the ice and fire came into contact, a violent energy repulsion still erupted, accompanied by faint sounds of scorching and freezing.

However, this time, Mo Lin did not forcibly suppress them. Instead, he attempted to use a profound intent recorded in the Yin Yang Feather Transformation Art to guide them, to "visualize" these two energies not as opposites, but as two interdependent facets born from the same source.

He imagined life being nurtured within extreme cold, and the cycle of destruction and rebirth contained within intense heat.

This intent seemed ethereal and illusory, but under the mystical enhancement of the Imperial Art, it actually produced a faint effect!

The edges of the fiercely clashing ice and fire energies, guided by Mo Lin's peculiar intent, seemed to experience a momentary reduction in repulsion.

In that instant, a wisp of chaotic energy, finer than a strand of hair but containing a peculiar balance and vibrant life force, quietly emerged, only to quickly annihilate itself.

Although it was fleeting, Mo Lin's heart was stirred like a stormy sea!

"I succeeded! Although it was just a wisp, it proves my idea is correct! Yin and Yang are not absolutely opposed; they can transform into each other and give birth to all things!" Ecstatic light burst from Mo Lin's eyes. "This Purple Flame, though not a Heavenly Flame, allowed me to verify that this path is feasible! If I can collect a true Heavenly Flame in the future, using it as the extreme of 'Yang' and the Snow Emperor's core as the extreme of 'Yin,' the core power that can be derived from their Yin-Yang union will undoubtedly be earth-shattering!"

This discovery illuminated a clear and grand direction for his future cultivation path—collecting Heavenly Flames and forging the Yin-Yang core!

Amidst his excitement, he played with the Purple Flame in his palm again until he could control it as easily as his own arm, before reluctantly retracting it into his body.

He stood up, his body giving a slight shake, and the Ice Cloud Wings shot out from his back. With a gentle flap, they stirred up gusts of air.

He tilted his head, gazing at this flying Combat Skill obtained from a fortuitous encounter in a cave, and smiled slightly. He then leaped directly from the giant rock, descending towards the valley floor!

The fierce wind roared past his ears, the sensation of falling bringing a thrill.

When he was still twenty meters from the ground, Mo Lin vigorously flapped the wings on his back, abruptly slowing his rapid descent.

At the same time, he pointed his palm towards the ground, and a gentle pushing force surged out. It not only counteracted the force of his fall but also lightly lifted his body upwards for a short distance.

Using this subtle force, he executed a graceful flip in mid-air. The Ice Cloud Wings on his back then "whooshed" and transformed into two blue tattoos, returning to adhere to his back.

His feet landed steadily, without disturbing even a speck of dust, demonstrating his precise control over his strength.

Mo Lin patted his robes, a satisfied smile of successful cultivation on his face, and strolled towards the simple yet cozy thatched cottage in the valley.

However, as he got closer, Mo Lin's brow furrowed slightly.

At this time of day, Xiao Yi Xian would usually have returned from gathering herbs, perhaps organizing them in front of the house or preparing a simple dinner. A faint scent of herbs and cooking smoke would always linger around the cottage.

But today, the surroundings were unusually quiet. The cottage doors and windows were shut tight, and there was no sound at all.

A sense of unease crept into his heart. Mo Lin quickened his pace, arriving in front of the cottage, and gently knocked on the wooden door: "Xian'er? Are you there?"

Silence from within, no response.

Mo Lin's unease grew. He knocked a few more times with increased force, but still received no reply.

"This is bad!" Mo Lin's expression changed. He could no longer hold back. He took half a step back, infused his right foot with Dou Qi, and kicked the wooden door fiercely!

"Bang!"

The wooden door flew open! Mo Lin immediately darted inside, only to be choked by a wave of smoke that assaulted him, a mixture of a strange sweet fragrance and a bitter taste. He coughed violently.

He quickly waved his right palm, and a gentle gust of wind erupted from it, instantly sweeping the smoke out of the cottage.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the scene inside became clear. Mo Lin's gaze instantly froze on the bed—

Xiao Yi Xian lay on the bed with her eyes closed, curled up in a corner. Her normally rosy and healthy face was now covered in a strange, multicolored glow!

The glow seemed alive, subtly circulating beneath her cheeks, sometimes dazzlingly bright, sometimes dim and deep, exuding a disturbing, ominous aura.

Her body trembled slightly, as if enduring immense pain. Her delicate brows were knitted, her teeth clenched, and she let out faint, pained groans.

Even more alarming, a trickle of dark blood seeped from her fingertips and lips, emitting a faint, fishy odor.

"The Calamity Poison Body... it's acting up!" Mo Lin's heart sank heavily.

Although he had been mentally prepared, seeing Xiao Yi Xian in such agony still pained him deeply.

He strode forward quickly, knelt by the bed, and gently called out, "Xian'er! Xian'er! Can you hear me?"

Xiao Yi Xian seemed to be in a semi-conscious state, unresponsive to Mo Lin's calls, merely curling her body unconsciously, resisting the ravages of the poison within her.

Mo Lin took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He did not rashly take any drastic measures, knowing full well the complexity and danger of the Calamity Poison Body; any improper intervention could be counterproductive.

He quickly assessed that the most crucial thing at the moment was to alleviate her suffering and buy time for her body to self-regulate.

He sat cross-legged by the bed, forming hand seals, and the ultimate cold Dou Qi from the Snow Emperor within him began to circulate slowly in an extremely refined manner.

He didn't try to forcibly suppress or dispel the poisonous gas within Xiao Yi Xian's body with his icy Fighting Energy—that would be like adding fuel to the fire, only provoking a more violent backlash.

His objective was very clear and restrained: to gently pacify the agitated toxins using only the natural properties of Extreme Ice.

He watched as wisps of extremely pure, icy aura, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, swirled around his fingertips.

This aura wasn't an aggressive cold current, but rather like the finest, coldest mist, or the clear moonlight, possessing a calming and pain-relieving effect.

He carefully wove this wisp of icy aura, like an invisible, soft silken veil, slowly enveloping Xiao Yi Xian's body, forming a faint, low-temperature force field.

This chill wasn't bone-piercing, nor did it freeze; instead, it felt like applying a cool balm to a burning wound, penetrating the flesh.

Wherever it passed, Xiao Yi Xian's body, which was burning with pain due to the rampant poisonous gas, seemed to be infused with a touch of cool comfort.

Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, her involuntary trembling lessened, and her suppressed groans of pain gradually quieted.

The power of Extreme Ice effectively slowed the activity and spread of the toxins, creating more favorable conditions for her own resistance mechanisms.

Mo Lin remained highly focused, controlling the intensity and range of the icy aura, ensuring it only served to assist in calming her and did not interfere with the complex toxic balance within Xiao Yi Xian's body.

He simply stayed by her side, like the most patient guardian, intently watching the person on the bed, constantly sensing the subtle changes in her breathing.

Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened, and night quietly descended. The valley was silent, save for the grass hut, where the icy aura, like threads, silently soothed the young girl tormented by the poison.

Time trickled by in the silence.

Under the continuous, gentle pacification of Extreme Ice, the violent reactions within Xiao Yi Xian's body seemed to slowly subside.

Although the colorful sheen on her cheeks had not yet faded, her breathing gradually became even and long, as if she had fallen into a relatively stable, deep sleep to cope with the storm raging within her.