One Palm

Qin Cheng's gaze flickered. Yin-Yang transformation?

Everyone present was a cultivator, so they naturally understood the implications of this news.

It was not the transformation from extreme yin to yang, but a cultivation method.

Glancing around, Cao Qian's face showed a trace of surprise. Divine light flowed within her pupils, carrying the Dao's rhythm. Everything before her gaze was rewinding, and she caught fragments of the scene.

About a minute ago, a battle had indeed taken place nearby. It had ended swiftly, and the other party had indeed headed toward the river, matching the intelligence they had received.

But even their family's cursed straw effigy had been destroyed. That involved an ancient secret art, one that had been continually refined afterward. It was exceedingly strange, with the powers of soul and karma rising and falling within it.

Sensing the abnormal changes in the feng shui nearby—dense vitality alongside utterly opposing deathly qi—Feng Guang frowned. He too had sensed something. Their branch all cultivated the Coin Divine Ability, an art tied to fortune and destiny. Their Great Dao was the same, allowing them to sense one another.

Feng Ye was still alive, but his aura had become extremely weak. Moreover, the power of Coin Divine Ability within him seemed to have suffered a devastating blow and shattered.

This was no small matter. Ever since the Feng Family had acquired the Coin Divine Ability, their ability to preserve their lives had been exceptionally strong. Almost none of their clansmen had ever died violently. Yet today, someone had actually used Daoist arts to grievously wound the divine ability of their branch?

In response to Liang Ping's words, the three did not immediately nod. "Before leaving, the other party took out the soul and destroyed it, then changed his appearance. He also possesses the