To practice this art, one must first castrate oneself.
Yao Fei's scalp tingled as he looked at the description. His eye sockets gradually turned blood red. This immortal art... would destroy everything in his future!
But when he turned towards the people still pursuing him—and for some inexplicable reason, there were more and more of them—he still gritted his teeth and accepted it.
If he did not accept it, there would be no future.
Yao Fei burst out with the final roar of his life, shaking all quarters. Veins bulged across his forehead as, before everyone's eyes, he waved his hand and castrated himself. What use was any of that now?!
Everyone pursuing him was aghast. There was actually such a fierce and valiant madman in this world?!
Yao Fei instantly cultivated the Sunflower Manual and slaughtered all quarters. He had grown stronger, but he had also become somewhat crazed, his mind grotesquely twisted. He began roaming the world, slaughtering all quarters.
No one could kill him completely, because at the final moment, he would always inexplicably unleash his potential and counter-kill them!
The legend of this Yin Yang Person spread throughout the land. The demon had emerged to bring calamity upon the world, and righteous figures from every faction took killing this fiend as their duty.
Yao Fei lived in extreme pain every day, yet he was immersed in power and unable to pull himself free.
Who knew how many years passed before he unleashed his potential and killed the final, most profoundly cultivated patriarch of the righteous path. At last, he was invincible beneath heaven, looking down upon the mortal world. No one dared point fingers at him again.
One day, he strode along the official road with peerless bearing. Yet a child passing by still spat at