A towering mountain range stretched into the distance. It was vast and imposing, with towering peaks and a majestic presence. From afar, it looked like an endless expanse of darkness.
What made the range strange was a river, like the Yellow Springs, that wound between its mountains, giving off a stench of decay. Huge piles of bones lined its banks, along with tall Yin soldiers. They were not particularly powerful, but this was only the lower reaches of the Yellow Springs. Who knew what terrifying savage beasts lurked upstream?
Daoist Hunyuan had planned to go around it, but a familiar presence emerged from within. He looked toward the towering Yin Mountains and saw the Yin soldiers nearby dragging their bone clubs as they closed in.
Daoist Hunyuan gave a cold snort and formed a light sword in his hand. Lightning Fire coiled around its blade, the bane of these Yin Spirit creatures. The Yin people sensed this strange power and stopped in their tracks, but instinct seemed to drive them toward him.
Sword Light flashed, and countless bolts of lightning suddenly burst forth, forming an electric net that spread over the surrounding area.
Where the Sword Light passed, countless Yin soldiers were cut to pieces. Electricity crackled, turning countless Yin people into charred husks as the Yin Energy was forcibly refined from their bodies. Wisps of Black Smoke flew toward the Yellow Springs-like river, where the Yellow Springs swallowed them.
With a boom, light blazed across a pitch-black ravine. A streak of golden light arced across the sky like a rainbow, spanning the mountains before spreading out into a golden barrier. Its radiance shimmered and flowed, gilding the surrounding rocks and sharply contrasting with their darkness. Four black figures flew up from within the golden light, hurled into the air.