Slashing the Evil Corpse

Time lost all meaning here. Only Emperor Flame's guidance remained as the sole marker.

After an unknown span of time, he finally pierced through a chaotic vortex of energy, and his vision suddenly opened up.

The sight before him made even Han Feng, who had long grown accustomed to great storms, narrow his pupils slightly.

In the deepest, quietest corner of the void, there were no stars, no dust—only a pure, nearly solidified backdrop of darkness.

At the center of that backdrop, two flames circled and chased each other lightly like living spirits.

One was pure white, blazing like a newborn sun. It radiated a sacred brilliance capable of purifying all things, yet it also contained a terrifying heat that could burn everything to ash.

The other was pitch-black, deep as the descent of eternal night. It emanated a deathly chill that devoured light, and its restrained coldness seemed capable of freezing the soul.

They were not still. Instead, they intertwined and pursued each other along an incomparably mysterious trajectory.

The white flame streaked past, leaving behind scorching trails of light; the black flame swept by, swallowing the faint light around it.

The two utterly opposing, mutually conflicting powers did not annihilate one another. Instead, they formed a perfect dynamic balance.

They chased one another endlessly, head to tail, together forming a massive, stable, slowly rotating Taiji diagram of yin and yang!

Pure light and ultimate darkness played out the most fundamental "Dao" within this void.

"Taiji yin and yang... the Dao follows nature!"

Han Feng's mind shook violently as an indescribable enlightenment instantly struck his understanding.

The Taiji diagram before him, spontaneously formed by Heavenly Flames, contained profound truths that remarkably resembled the state of opposition, unity, mutual generation, and mutual restraint he had seen in the Good and