Yin-Yang Daoist

Kunlun Mountain and Buzhou Mountain were far apart, and even with Xuanxiao's Divine Ability, it took him considerable time to finally locate Kunlun Mountain.

Gazing at the towering, majestic Kunlun Mountain before him, Xuanxiao couldn't help but complain:

"Whew, finally made it. I never expected Kunlun Mountain to be this far away—what a waste of my time. I'll just chalk this debt up to those three good nephews, the Three Pure Ones! Without three High Grade Innate Spirit Treasures, this matter won't be settled!"

The Three Pure Ones had yet to be born at this time, so naturally they had no idea that before even coming into the world, they had already inexplicably shouldered this "massive debt."

If they ever found out, they'd probably be so furious they'd spit blood.

One could only say that having such a shameless Second Uncle as Xuanxiao was both the luck and misfortune of the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Still, Kunlun Mountain is far too vast. Finding the birthplace of the Three Pure Ones will take no small amount of effort." Xuanxiao stared at the endless Kunlun Mountain and murmured to himself.

In this Primordial World, the scale of Kunlun Mountain was beyond imagination—far larger than the Milky Way from Xuanxiao's memories.

Searching for the birthplace of the Three Pure Ones across such a colossal region was undoubtedly a daunting task.

But for now, time was the one thing Xuanxiao had in abundance.

"I recall from that memory that the Three Pure Ones were born in East Kunlun. If I start searching from the east, I might find them faster." Xuanxiao looked at the boundless mountain range before him, pondering.

Having made up his mind, Xuanxiao turned and left the spot.

Not long after his figure vanished, from a mountain range not far away, an Innate Divine Being let out a long sigh of relief:

"Whew, who was that guy? That Aura was terrifying! Good thing he didn't notice me."

"Oh? It seems Fellow Daoist is quite afraid of me." A figure appeared like a ghost right beside that Daoist's ear.

"Who!" The Daoist shuddered at the sudden voice.

He never imagined any living being could approach him unnoticed.

"Yin-Yang, long time no see. How did your courage shrink so much?" Xuanxiao looked at the wary Yin-Yang Daoist and found it amusing.

This Yin-Yang Daoist was none other than the reincarnation of the Yin-Yang Demon God.

Because he contained the Great Dao Origin of the Yin Yang Great Dao, he had even attracted the Taiji Diagram, one of the treasures of World Creation, as his Companion Spirit Treasure.

"May I ask this Fellow Daoist's esteemed name? I am certain I have never met you before." Yin-Yang Daoist cautiously sized up Xuanxiao and inquired.

At this moment, Yin-Yang Daoist was full of confusion. He was sure he had never seen Xuanxiao before, yet Xuanxiao's familiar attitude stirred a strange sense of recognition in his heart, making him less confident in his own certainty.

Hearing Yin-Yang Daoist's words, Xuanxiao paused briefly, then silently sensed within himself and frowned slightly.

"I see. What a pity. I thought I had run into an old friend."

Xuanxiao looked at Yin-Yang Daoist and shook his head with some regret. He now understood why Yin-Yang Daoist didn't recognize him.

Though the current Yin-Yang Daoist was formed from the remnants of the Yin-Yang Demon God's origin, he was fundamentally a completely new life, distinct from the Yin-Yang Demon God.

His relationship with the Yin-Yang Demon God was like that between Pangu and the Three Pure Ones—connected by origin, yet each independent.

"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else. But meeting is fate, and since you've also obtained my elder brother's spirit treasure, how about we discuss the Dao together?" Xuanxiao didn't take it too seriously after learning that the person before him wasn't the Yin-Yang Demon God.

His acquaintance with the Yin-Yang Demon God had been merely average anyway; he had only approached because he mistakenly thought it was an old acquaintance.

Now that he realized it wasn't, he felt only a slight regret and didn't dwell on it.

Hearing Xuanxiao's words, Yin-Yang Daoist grew even more puzzled:

"What does he mean by mistaking me for someone else? At our level of cultivation, how could we mistake someone?

And he says I obtained his elder brother's spirit treasure—what does that mean?

My Taiji Diagram is clearly a Companion Spirit Treasure; how could it have had a previous owner?"

Though full of questions, Yin-Yang Daoist dared not voice them lightly.

He didn't know Xuanxiao's exact identity or strength, but the moment he saw Xuanxiao, he clearly sensed a deathly aura.

This chilling feeling, he had only ever felt before from Yang Mei.

Seeing Yin-Yang Daoist silent, Xuanxiao spoke again:

"Oh, look at me, I forgot to introduce myself. My Dao name is Xuanxiao, and I am Pangu's younger brother." Xuanxiao said with a smile.

"Pangu's younger brother!!!"

Hearing Xuanxiao's self-introduction, Yin-Yang Daoist was instantly stunned.

In this Primordial World, claiming to be Pangu's younger brother was no joke.

If anyone dared to impersonate such an identity, the moment the words left their mouth, they would likely be rejected by the Primordial World itself.

Now, with the balance of the Heavenly Dao, they would also face severe punishment from the Heavenly Dao.

Pangu's identity was the most special in the Primordial World. The Three Pure Ones had obtained three saint positions because of it, and the Witch Clan, being born from Pangu's heart blood, had become the overlords of the Primordial World. If not for their reckless behavior, no one in the Primordial World could have opposed them. Unfortunately, the Ancestral Witches ultimately brought about their own downfall.

Yet now, after Xuanxiao spoke these words, both the Primordial World and the Heavenly Dao remained utterly still—clearly, Xuanxiao was telling the truth.

"He really is Pangu's younger brother? Then when he said his elder brother's spirit treasure is in my hands, he must mean my Taiji Diagram, right? Is he planning to take it back?" Yin-Yang Daoist's emotions churned like a roller coaster, filled with anxiety.

Seeing the shifting expressions on Yin-Yang Daoist's face, Xuanxiao roughly guessed what he was thinking.

"Alright, since the Taiji Diagram has acknowledged you, the spirit treasure is yours. I won't take it back." Xuanxiao looked at Yin-Yang Daoist and gently shook his head.

"But the Taiji Diagram is not so easy to control." Xuanxiao mused to himself.

In Xuanxiao's memory, that Taiji Diagram was ultimately the spiritual treasure of his good nephew Taiqing Laozi, and even his proof-of-truth and sect-protecting treasure.

As for the current Yin-Yang Daoist, his final end was to fall and dissipate.

Hearing Xuanxiao's words, Yin-Yang Daoist finally let out a long sigh of relief and said, "I never expected Fellow Daoist to hold such an exalted status. Just now, I was discourteous in many ways; I hope you will forgive me."

"No matter. Might I now discuss the Dao with Fellow Daoist?" Xuanxiao asked with a smile.

Yin-Yang Daoist was born from the remnant essence of the Yin-Yang Demon God. His comprehension of the Yin Yang Great Dao was likely top-tier in the Primordial World.

If Xuanxiao could gain insight into the Yin Yang Great Dao through discussion with Yin-Yang Daoist, he could attempt to merge it into his own Thunder Great Dao, further enhancing his strength.

Hearing Xuanxiao's invitation, Yin-Yang Daoist quickly replied with reverence, "To discuss the Dao with Fellow Daoist is truly this Poor Daoist's greatest honor."

Afterward, the sound of their Dao discussions rose and fell across the tranquil mountain range, lingering long without end.