Yin-Yang Heavenly Beings

"No, not a monster."

Lei Zhenyue suddenly raised his head and stared fixedly at Zhang Sanxian.

Within those eyes flickering with sinister pinkish-purple light, arrogance and wild jubilation churned and surged.

It was the ecstasy of rebirth.

"Meow meow~~"

He lowered his head to look at his reborn body, letting out a satisfied yet bizarre laugh. His voice blended the deep resonance of a man with the shrillness of a woman, making it utterly eerie:

"This—is the Yin-Yang Celestial Body, a perfect body that completely transcends mortals. Boundless strength, indestructible flesh, severed limbs regrown, a lifespan of a thousand years, soaring through clouds and riding the mist~ Hahahaha! Now, I—am a god!"

Whoosh—a vast, visible aura erupted from Lei Zhenyue's body, sending the surrounding dust scattering through the air.

His expression was intoxicated. He casually clenched his fist, and the air around him suddenly shook violently, rippling with layers of shockwaves and hazy mist.

Then, with a mere thought from Lei Zhenyue, his tall, slender body floated up against all reason, rising more than ten feet off the ground.

This was not qinggong at all—it was a direct defiance of gravity.

Yet just as he immersed himself in wild joy, a cold, utterly even voice rang through the entire bronze chamber, carrying a chill as though it had blown down from a lone peak amid desolate cliffs:

"A god? Heh~ What god? You're nothing more than an ugly monster, neither man nor woman, neither yin nor yang, wrapped in human skin."

Lei Zhenyue whipped his head around. His sinister pinkish-purple pupils instantly locked onto the source of the voice—a Man in Green standing in the shadows by the chamber entrance, one hand resting on a blind cane, a stringed zither held in his arms, his eye sockets hollow.

"Zhang Sanxian,