Trade Refused

The Source Plane.

Yin Ming brewed a cup of black tea.

Reclining in the crown of a banyan tree, he basked in the gentle light of the setting sun and slowly savored the tea's bitterness.

He looked up at the sky, where two suns, one red and one black, hung on the western horizon.

The black sun was the Flameburning Fire. A strange repulsive force it emitted drove most of the Source Plane's energy back into the void, while it devoured a small portion. Like a snowball, it kept growing, becoming the Source Plane's second sun.

Its light fell like black snow, spreading evenly across every inch of the Source Plane and suppressing all transcendent energy.

Now, the Source Plane resembled a withering, drained marsh. Beneath the scorching flames, the rotten earth under its waters began to emerge. Even the last traces of moisture in the mud would soon evaporate. Nothing could stop the coming End of Dharma anymore.

Sensing the thin, mistlike elemental energy around him with his Divine Sense, he murmured, "Soon! Soon!! Less than three months until the Source Plane enters the End of Dharma completely!"

Indeed, Yin Ming was waiting for the Age of Dharma Decline.

For his Yin Spirit to transform into a Yang Spirit, the vast mental power he had accumulated already far exceeded the required amount. Yet after cultivating for so long, he had only transformed a tiny point at its core into yang essence.

To fully transform his Yin Spirit, whose mental power rivaled that of a god, through cultivation alone would probably take a thousand years.

In an environment of End of Dharma, his Yin Spirit's Divine Sense would have no transcendent energy to protect it. Fully exposed to the Material World, it could be tempered, allowing his Yin Spirit to