Yin-Yang Divine Diagram

After traveling several dozen more miles, the ground changed color. The soil became loose and soft, turning ash-gray.

Jiang Yun could feel waves of bone-piercing cold. The yin energy here was exceptionally dense, as though vengeful ghosts were weeping and howling beside his ears.

In this pitch-black environment, it felt especially cold and eerie. Gradually, withered bones began to emerge.

But after the ravages of time, these bones turned to ash at the slightest touch, drifting down and blending perfectly into the ash-gray ground.

These were the remains of source miners and cultivators who had died here over the past hundred thousand years. They were packed densely together, seemingly endless.

Yin winds howled. Amid the indistinct shadows, hazy ghostly figures appeared among the piles of bones, incredibly faint.

A Divine Physique was naturally unafraid of such evil spirits, much less while wearing the Divine Source Stone Garment. They could not even detect his presence.

Jiang Yun strode forward, only passing through this area after traveling a great distance.

The moment he left the region littered with corpses, it was as if he had arrived in a pure land.

The darkness within the mine tunnel was driven away. Dense spiritual energy rushed toward him, carrying waves of peaceful auspiciousness, as though he had entered a sacred land.

The cries of immortal cranes came from ahead. Qilin-like creatures ran about, flocks of fiery-red birds circled and played, along with all manner of other creatures.

After Divine Source leaked out, it would take shape as all kinds of inexplicable creatures, galloping and roaring around the area. They were formed from spiritual energy, not genuine living beings.

Jiang Yun paid them little heed and headed straight toward the Yin-Yang Eye. The Yin-Yang Eye was like a Yin-Yang Divine Diagram, blocking his path.

The divine diagram resembled a naturally formed Taiji diagram. Source energy and baleful energy intertwined and circulated within it, cutting off the way ahead.

He tested it and found that if he tried to cross it, the Yin-Yang Divine Diagram would form thousands upon thousands of sword gleams, reducing everything to pieces.

With Jiang Yun's current strength, he could not force his way through. Attempting it would only add fresh blood to the small mountains of bone ash beneath the divine diagram.

The Yin-Yang Divine Diagram changed constantly. At times, it was entirely shrouded in baleful energy, while at others, it was completely covered by source energy.

Yin and yang did not always circulate together. Occasionally, solitary yin and solitary yang would emerge, becoming a single pole. The sword qi produced in such a state was even more terrifying.

Feeling those dreadful fluctuations, Jiang Yun's skin prickled as though pierced by needles, even from so far away.

Seeing this scene reminded Jiang Yun of the Yin-Yang Great Mill.

If the Yin-Yang Great Mill could also evolve solitary yin and solitary yang, would its destructive power improve?

Now was not the time to try. It could easily attract the attention of unknown beings.

When solitary yang rose, Jiang Yun, clad in the stone garment, crossed the Yin-Yang Formation Diagram like lightning.

When the peerless sword qi evolved from solitary yang struck the stone garment, it transformed into ripples of water and failed to penetrate it.

The stone garment fashioned from the stone skin of Divine Source truly possessed spirituality. It emitted gentle holy light, protecting Jiang Yun as he safely crossed the Yin-Yang Eye.

Though the stone garment was fragile, it kept the killing intent and baleful energy generated by the Yin-Yang Eye outside, unable to approach Jiang Yun in the slightest.

After passing through the Yin-Yang Divine Diagram, purple mountain rock blocked the way ahead. He had finally arrived at Purple Mountain.

With a thought from Jiang Yun, his divine power gave rise to divine swords that cleaved open the purple rock as he pressed ahead.

As he advanced, the path behind him slowly closed bit by bit. Purple Mountain seemed alive, concealing every trace.

His pace of opening a path was a little too slow. He feared Purple Mountain would embed him within itself, so he hurriedly increased the speed of his slashing.

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, the seemingly endless purple mountain rock vanished. A hazy scene lay before him: green jade formed the steps, white jade formed the gates, and a magnificent complex of buildings appeared.

He had finally reached his destination and entered Purple Mountain's interior.

This was a cave residence carved out within Purple Mountain. He climbed the green jade steps and passed through the white jade moon gate. The place was extremely secluded, devoid of any human presence, making the atmosphere seem strange and eerie.

This palace complex had been entirely carved from ancient jade, worthy of the phrase jade towers and jeweled halls. Yet it was empty and desolate, as cold and lonely as the Moon Palace.

Jiang Yun reconsidered. A little coldness was good. If the place had been bustling with activity, he truly would not have dared enter.

Admiring the ancient architecture from a hundred thousand years ago, he slowly reached the end of the buildings. There were more than a dozen steps of blood jade leading into a deep, secluded cave residence.

This palace complex was merely the gateway to the interior. This was the true passage inward.

Upon entering, he saw a purple cave residence. The terrain was complex, seemingly a natural stone cave, yet also like an ancient mine left behind after a source vein had been excavated.

Within Purple Mountain, hazy violet radiance flowed. It was not terribly dim, but gave off a dreamlike feeling.

Although it no longer possessed the gloomy darkness of the ancient mine tunnels, the dangers it contained were even more sinister.

Following the cave passage down, the route seemed to have become a place for people to leave messages and mark their visits.

Gu Tianshu, Jiang Taixu, Yang Yi, the independent cultivator Li Mu, and thirty or forty others had all left messages here. No one knew who had started it.

Jiang Yun had attended university, and his degree was not fake. He forcibly suppressed the urge to carve a message and passed through the area.

After passing several abandoned mines and continuing onward, the feeling of dread in his heart grew increasingly intense.

Deep within Purple Mountain, it seemed as if a terrifying demonic force was calling to him. It was so difficult to resist that he could not help walking in a certain direction.

Jiang Yun stirred his divine sense slightly. The tiny figure between his brows sat cross-legged and began circulating the Dao Scripture, releasing invisible fluctuations.

The nine Great Emperor characters suppressed his consciousness. Flecks of light also flowed across the stone garment, displaying its spirituality, and that demonic summons immediately weakened.

He then took out the two pieces of Emperor Jade and hung them at his waist. Purple Mountain's interior was now Wushi Great Emperor's territory. The powerful ancient clans had all been suppressed and could only barely survive on the outskirts.

As long as he restrained that summons and did not actively approach them, there would mostly be no danger.

With Wushi Great Emperor suppressing them, those existences that should have perished long ago could not cause any great trouble.

Wearing the Emperor Jade would definitely be useful.

The purple cave residence contained countless karst caverns and was highly irregular. Large caves enclosed small ones, making the conditions extremely complicated.

Along the way, Jiang Yun saw more cultivators' remains. Every one of them gleamed with a jade-like luster, with clear finger holes in their skulls.

Killed in a single blow, their consciousness shattered—this was the fate of those who could not resist the demonic summons.

After advancing several more miles, the power of that demonic summons grew stronger still.

At the same time, chanting rose from within Jiang Yun's Dao Palace. The four great deities in the Dao Palace shone, while the immortal king phantom within the Sea of Bitterness seemed to open its eyes. The Taiji Dao Diagram behind him shot forth divine rays and spread mysterious radiance, finally erasing that demonic summons.

Jiang Yun stood where he was, an idea stirring in his heart. He deliberately revealed a trace of the Hengyu Bloodline's aura.

"You are... a descendant of the Jiang Family."

An abrupt voice rang beside Jiang Yun's ear. It had finally waited for him.

The voice came in fits and starts, exceedingly weak, as though it would draw its last breath the next second.

"Who are you?" Jiang Yun knew who it was, but he still had to put on an act.

"Jiang Tai...xu." The intermittent voice continued.