Yin-Yang Qi intertwined, surging madly in all directions like wave after wave.
But this place was the Gods and Devils Forbidden Ground, where the bones of countless powerful beings lay buried.
Even the bodies of Gods and Devils had been buried here in unknown numbers.
Although Su Fang had never seen the corpse of a true God or Devil and had only heard rumors, such tales could not have arisen from nothing.
This energy contained immense and boundless might, as though it would suppress everything beneath it.
Yet as the Yin-Yang Qi intertwined, the power it released not only failed to intimidate the tomb beside Su Fang, but instead accelerated his absorption.
Though Su Fang was astonished, he knew this might be his opportunity.
Immersed in cultivation, Su Fang did not lose his awareness of his surroundings because of it.
That was because Su Fang cultivated the Soul Art, an exceedingly peculiar and unconventional cultivation method that allowed his soul to sense everything around him.
At the first instant, Su Fang had already activated the Soul Art and begun investigating his surroundings.
Perhaps even the person currently digging graves like mad inside the cemetery had never imagined that someone would hide in the soil of this forbidden ground, silently probing his secrets.
"Who would have thought that the intertwining of Yin-Yang Qi could produce such powerful energy!"
As Su Fang cultivated, his heart shook violently. He could feel the strength of his body continuously increasing; even the Soul Art, in which he had never seen the slightest hope of progress, was being nourished.
His vast dantian, originally brimming with boundless vitality.
All of a sudden!
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Like bluestone shattering, like golden locks being torn apart, sounds began ringing through Su Fang's body.
Within Su Fang's dantian, once radiant with golden light and filled with tides of vitality, streaks of black-and-white light swam continuously like fish. They opened up several more inches of his already vast and boundless dantian.
The black-and-white light faced the Creation Golden Core across the sea.
Su Fang's dantian, which should originally have been formed by endless Creation Qi, had inexplicably gained black-and-white colors at this moment.
"This is... Dantian expansion!!!"
Delight appeared on Su Fang's face as he carefully examined his dantian.
His dantian, originally about the size of a pond, had expanded considerably at this moment.
Black-and-white light also lingered around his dantian, causing the surrounding Profound Yin Qi to continuously sink into his body.
Meanwhile, the Killing Intent that pervaded every corner of the Gods and Devils Cemetery behaved like mice encountering a cat, instinctively avoiding his body.
Su Fang's flesh, which had been eroded by Yin Qi, was also rapidly nourished by these two strange powers.
His body became increasingly solid. His skin tightened, while his flesh seemed to have been carefully refined; faintly, he could even hear his blood flowing with the sound of lead and mercury rolling.
"Th-this... could it be what the Dao scriptures described? Blood flowing like lead and mercury, skin like white jade, flesh like crystal?"
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Su Fang began examining his body inwardly, searching for anything unusual within his flesh.
After all, this was the Gods and Devils Cemetery, a graveyard thick with Yin Baleful Qi. Having absorbed so much Yin Baleful Qi here, Su Fang could not afford the slightest carelessness.
Yet after examining himself carefully, Su Fang found no problems at all. Instead, he felt that his physical strength had increased considerably.
"The Creation Golden Core had already forged my body to rival that of a Martial Artist. Now, with this Yin-Yang Qi, my body has grown powerful enough to rival a Martial General.
"Moreover, ever since gaining this Yin-Yang Qi, my cultivation has broken through to the Martial Soldier Ninth Layer. In no more than a day or two, I should be able to break through into the Martial Artist Realm."
Still, happy as he was, Su Fang did not become too smug. There were countless powerful beings living within this Gods and Devils Cemetery.
Any random one of them was at the level of a Martial Master or Martial Sect. Though his current strength could rival that of a Martial General,
he could not truly be considered powerful. Besides, among those who entered the Gods and Devils Cemetery, whose strength would be weaker than his?
"I cannot celebrate too soon. Now that I have learned to absorb Yin-Yang Qi to increase my cultivation, I must remain steady!"
Just as Su Fang carefully sensed the changes in his body and familiarized himself with his strength, the sealed tomb passage had already been opened by that person.
"Hahaha! A sixth-grade spirit treasure, the Azure Yang Sword! The Gods and Devils Cemetery truly favors me, Jiang Chen!"
Jiang Chen stood at the entrance of the tomb, laughing loudly. Dense Yin Qi billowed from his body, yet he did not panic.
With a flick of his hand, he pulled something from his robes. It was an extremely strange tortoise shell.
"You bastards have been dead for who knows how many years, yet you still left behind so much Yin Qi. What rotten luck."
"Fortunately, when I first dug a grave, I obtained this strange treasure. Not only can it devour Yin Qi, it can even suck all the filthy things within the tomb inside!"
As he spoke, Jiang Chen pressed the tortoise shell tightly against his chest.
The dense Yin Qi around him, seemingly on the verge of taking form, swiftly rushed into the tortoise shell as though it had encountered its natural enemy.
The tortoise shell was only palm-sized, yet the carvings upon it were exquisitely detailed.
Its patterns and grooves crisscrossed one another, and something seemed to be embedded within it, flashing with an unusual light.
It faintly seemed to resonate with the Gods and Devils Cemetery, but Jiang Chen, who had just obtained a great treasure, appeared not to notice at all.
Or perhaps he already knew and simply did not care. Instead, he wholeheartedly began examining the Azure Yang Sword in his hand.
The sword was roughly six feet long, its surface glimmering with faint fluorescent light. Perhaps it had been corroded by Yin Qi, or perhaps for some other reason, but that light was gradually fading.
Jiang Chen also understood that such a treasure could not be displayed too openly. He put it into his storage ring, repeatedly surveyed the surroundings, and after confirming that no one had witnessed his actions, reached out and resealed the tombstone.
This place was strange. It had clearly just been dug open, yet before long, the ground looked as though no one had ever disturbed it.
"Pah! You call yourself the founding ancestor of the Clear Profound Sect, yet your tomb is poor as a ghost's den. Such a huge coffin, and all you left inside was a tiny stone. Who are you trying to fool?"
As though recalling something, Jiang Chen cursed furiously at the two-man-high stone stele before him and even spat at it in great disrespect.
Only then did he leave, still muttering curses.
What he did not see was that within the once utterly silent tomb, a deathly pale hand appeared.
Su Fang, hidden nearby, had already learned of Jiang Chen's actions.
But upon seeing that tortoise shell, his heart still jolted, and he was even somewhat surprised.
"Jiang Chen really does have good luck. To find such a strange treasure among so many tombs... it seems that treasure can not only help him remove Yin Qi from his body, but also suppress evil souls!"
"Even those evil souls would not appear before him, even within the tomb. It seems this tortoise shell possesses great destructive power against Yin Wraiths and evil souls!"
Thinking of this, Su Fang felt somewhat regretful. If he could borrow it to examine it, perhaps he could imitate the tortoise shell and use the True Fire Forging Art to forge a strange treasure of his own.
But Jiang Chen, who had only just taken a few steps, suddenly stopped. He turned around and shouted coldly toward where Su Fang was hiding.
"Come out. I've already seen you!"
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