As the Cang River Emissary under the Ancient Black Emperor, the Yin-Yang Dharma King had later been trapped in the Yin-Yang Realm. But the long years had forged him into a keen dagger.
He had brought every divine ability and power of the Black Emperor Lineage to perfection. His only problem was that, as one who had witnessed the fall of the Ancient Heavenly Court, he bore heavy shackles and was loathed by heaven and earth.
Under their weight, in his original world—the realm people in the Void had gradually come to call the Mysterious Capital Realm—the Yin-Yang Dharma King was bound by the prophecy "Myriad Tribulations Keep Yin Spirits from Sainthood." Like those of the Ancient Heavenly Court, he found it difficult to attain the Longevity Realm.
Disheartened, he had shut himself away in a realm of his own and become the keeper of the Black Emperor's grave, abandoning any thought of attaining the Dao beyond his domain.
But none of that stopped the Yin-Yang Dharma King from escaping with his life.
His figure turned into a cold shadow and shot into the Weak Water like an arrow loosed from the string.
The Weak Water drowned all things and let no living soul escape, yet a tiny opening formed around him. No wider than a thread, it was still enough for his ghostly body to pass through with ease.
The Dharma-Ending Lord's laughter still echoed through the Void.
The voice was hoarse and deep, savage yet filled with the power of Transcendence.
Anyone who listened closely could feel exquisite mysteries flashing through their mind.
It was the Dharma-Ending Heavenly Demon King's curse upon countless living beings—and his gift.
The Yin-Yang Dharma King, however, had no mind to savor its mysteries.
The plan had changed, and though the first move