When Wang Ping returned to the Star Sea where Xuanqing and Bai Yan were, he found the two of them setting up a Yin-Yang energy formation, attempting to refine the energy within the Chaos Storm.
Xuanqing and Bai Yan stood at the storm's edge, each with a Yin-Yang formation diagram a thousand zhang in diameter unfolding beneath their feet...
Pure white clear qi coiled around Xuanqing's body, every wisp moving like a living thing and condensing in the void into intricate chains of runes. Bai Yan, meanwhile, was shrouded in dim Supreme Yin energy. With a lift of his hand, violet formation patterns poured from his palm, weaving together with the clear-qi chains into a web with distinct warp and weft.
The instant their formations touched, the entire Star Sea abruptly twisted. Black and white qi rose, spiraling like two colossal dragons, and formed an immense phantom of the Taiji outside the storm.
Then dazzling beams erupted from the Yin-Yang fish eyes. The white beam blazed like a scorching sun burning the heavens; wherever it shone, chaotic energy hissed as gray-black mist was forcibly seared full of holes. The black beam, meanwhile, was as cold as Profound Ice from the Nine Netherworlds. Any area it swept over saw its violent currents freeze and stagnate like mosquitoes trapped in amber.
The refined chaotic energy gathered above the Taiji diagram into spiraling spirit clouds. Azure-violet lightning occasionally exploded within them, while ribbons of seven-colored radiance occasionally cascaded down. This pure spiritual power should have returned to Heaven and Earth, yet the storm's lingering might scattered it in every direction. Every stream of escaping energy carved a trail of light through the void that refused to fade for a long while.
Though this energy was pure, Bai Yan and Xuanqing did not collect