Passing through the unimaginably vast full moon, space shifted. In the blink of an eye, he was once more beneath brilliant sunlight. Not a wisp of cloud marred the deep blue sky. Yu Ci narrowed his eyes, savoring sunlight rarely seen in the outside world. Only after a long while did he remember the "shadow" beside him.
But he had nothing much to say to the "shadow." Out of habit, he merely said, "Go."
The shadow silently bowed, then cast itself beyond the void. As Yin Yang's shadow, it perfectly replicated Yin Yang's aura. Yet Yin Yang had never truly cultivated to the realm where "a hundred hardships and a thousand tribulations could not destroy his will." He had the courage to stretch out his neck for the blade, but within the blood sea formed by the Myriad Demon Pool, the filth that would condemn one to eternal sinking the instant it touched them had already driven his mind swiftly to the brink of collapse.
The more he struggled and howled, the more he collapsed into despair. The information of the seven emotions beneath his Six Desires Turbid Stream was "poured" into the shadow ever more rapidly, lending it support. Together with the memories extracted by the Black Forest secret art, it would be enough to let the shadow cope for a time without coming face-to-face with cultivators of the Heavenly Evasion Sect.
It was a very simple and crude method. It could not hold up for long, but for now, it was enough.
Yu Ci had not used the seemingly more sophisticated Seed Demon Arts because he had now entered the Longevity realm. His horizons had gradually broadened, and he was no longer as ignorant as before. He was exceptionally cautious when it came to his foundation and future.