Chapter Fifty-One: The Turbulent Mix of Yin and Yang

  The two-headed ice and fire qilin, as the guardian sacred beasts of Lingyun Cave, have a responsibility to protect the cave. As soon as they see an external enemy invading, they will immediately launch an attack. However, although they are divine objects, they are ultimately just two heads of livestock. At this moment, the fire qilin was first injured by the broken mirror and the soul-destroying super divine soldiers, and then suffered heavy damage from the combined efforts of Fan Qinghui and Yang Zhao. The severity of their injuries was unbearable. At the critical moment of life and death, their instinct for self-preservation finally overcame the responsibility given to them by the original owner of Lingyun Cave. Without hesitation, they turned around and fled towards the depths of Lingyun Cave, where their old nest was located. The ice qilin's injuries were relatively light, but these two heads of livestock had a deep husband-and-wife relationship, and since the enemy was too strong, they naturally developed a fearful heart, and therefore followed the fire qilin in escaping together.

  Two-headed ice and fire qilin fled for their lives, speeding along like the wind. Yang Zhao's arm was tightly wrapped around the tail of the fire qilin, unable to struggle free. The scene was just like being on a runaway Formula One car with failed brakes. Helpless, Young Master Wang could only circulate his qi to protect his body, lest he be cut into pieces by the sharp rocks on the ground during their high-speed flight.

  In just over ten seconds, the surroundings had turned pitch black. With the help of the fierce flames on Huo Qilin's body, Yang Zhao hastily and barely saw that inside the cave were crisscrossing paths and stone crevices, dense like a spider web, but he didn't know where they all led to. The two Qilins ran shoulder to shoulder, constantly turning corners and heading deep into the mountain belly.

  The terrain became increasingly steep, as if it was a bottomless pit, and there was no end in sight. However, suddenly, countless red light spots appeared in the distance, flashing like neon lights. It seemed to be the glow emitted by the Blood Lotus. Yang Zhao's heart sank, and he quickly concentrated his mind and prepared for battle. Just as he had made mental preparations, the two beasts charged into the empty stone cave. Without warning, the Fire Qilin slammed on the brakes, and Young Master's entire body was thrown into the air due to the massive inertia, shooting towards the stone wall of the mountain cave like a cannonball.

  A mouthful of turbid air was spat out from between his chest and abdomen, Yang Zhao's entire body curled up like a ball, spinning rapidly in mid-air with an empty-hearted fist. His legs were pressed tightly against the stone wall, using force to push outward, immediately borrowing momentum to descend rapidly from above. His palms were joined together, and at the center of his palms, a dazzling "Qian" hexagram appeared, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on top. The Fire Qilin's body was covered in scales, weakened and lying on the ground, how could it still withstand the Eight Trigrams Palm's fierce attack? In a critical moment, the Ice Qilin disregarded life and death, rushing forward to intercept, opening its mouth to spit out a cluster of dark blue mysterious light. The strange light shot out rapidly like a meteor, meeting the "Qian" Heaven palm force like lightning, suddenly forcing out an enormous power that was extremely cold.

  A deafening thunderclap suddenly exploded, and the entire cave shook with a loud rumble that seemed to shake one's eardrums. The mud, sand, and rocks on the high stone wall fell down like raindrops, making the already dim field of vision even more unbearable. Yang Zhao felt an eerie chill in his arms, as if his meridians and blood were frozen stiff. He hastily retreated and used his inner energy to drive out the cold. After a while, the swirling dust finally settled, and Little King Wang gazed intently outside, only to see the Ice Qilin protecting the Fire Qilin in front of it, its upper body low and growling angrily. A blue light hovered above its single horn on its forehead, spinning rapidly - it was a pearl about the size of a ping-pong ball.

  Yang Zhao's heart sank, and the words "inner elixir" immediately floated into his mind. He couldn't help but secretly sigh in despair. It was only natural for a spiritual beast like Tong Ling to absorb the essence of the sun and moon to cultivate an inner elixir. But as a transmigrator's memory told him, there should have been only one fire qilin in the Lingyun Cave, and that creature shouldn't have had an inner elixir. Yet, not only did another ice qilin appear, but it also cultivated an inner elixir. What on earth was going on?!

  Neidan is the essence of the two-headed ice and fire qilin's lifetime, absolutely more precious than life. Once slightly damaged, even if not dead, it would lose more than half its life. If it weren't for suffering heavy losses and greatly reduced strength, plus having to protect its companion, the ice qilin would never risk using this last resort.

  This cave is the lair of the two Qilins, and they have retreated here with no way out. The Ice Qilin's eyes shone brightly with a fierce light, it let out a few "Wu Wu" cries as it turned to the Fire Qilin which was lying on the ground, then suddenly let out a thunderous roar and pounced towards Yang Zhao like an arrow. At the same time, the young master's palm revealed the Li Trigram shape, using fire to counter ice. The Li flames danced wildly on his palm, shooting out in dense waves as he fought back fiercely.

  Xiao Wangye's internal injury had only recovered to about 70%, and his condition was far from good. The wound inflicted by Fang Qinghui's Soul-Extinguishing Slash still lingered, with blue mist continuously seeping out of his body. Despite his ferocious roars and pounces, his movements were getting slower and slower. As long as he continued to defend steadily and launch surprise attacks, Yang Zhao was confident that he would ultimately emerge victorious, striking down the guardian beast of Lingyun Cave.

  In the cave, it's been years since I've seen sunlight, and the environment is naturally cold. With the Ice Qilin spitting out its true inner elixir, the surrounding area is even colder, with a chill that's almost freezing. Despite Yang Zhao's efforts to stimulate his fire energy to protect himself, he still feels frozen to the bone. However, after a half-day of intense fighting, the temperature in the stone cave seems to be gradually rising. Yang Zhao's forehead is sweating profusely, and he shakes off the Ice Qilin with his palm. In the midst of the chaos, he turns his head back for a quick glance, and his eyes suddenly narrow, involuntarily taking a deep breath of cold air.

  That Fire Kylin, which had been beaten to the point of being on its last breath and could only wait for death, was actually lying on top of the stone wall, using its tongue to pull in those Blood Lotus that were attached to the wall. The flames on its body, which had originally been weak to the point of almost disappearing, had recovered once again and were now burning fiercely and wildly. At this rate of recovery...

  "You're so cunning!" Yang Zhao cursed under his breath, clapping his palms together in a crisscross pattern. The chaotic flames suddenly surged to an unprecedented intensity, and he transformed into a fire dragon that pierced through the mountains, pouncing on the Ice Qilin in mid-air.

  In the blink of an eye, the Ice Qilin was struck by Yang Zhao's palm strikes on its waist and back, letting out a mournful howl as it was sent flying ten zhang away, heavily crashing into the mountain wall with a loud "Boom".

  Yang Zhao immediately gave chase, grasping his fists and raining down blows on the fallen creature like a storm, each punch using all his might. He only hoped to quickly kill this beast before turning to face the other one.

  Just as he had landed twenty or thirty punches, he suddenly heard the Fire Qilin's thunderous roar behind him, its flames wildly surging to an unprecedented level of ferocity.

  The young master swiftly turned around, both palms striking out in unison. Just in time, they collided with the fully recovered Fire Qilin's two powerful front limbs.

  In this critical moment, there was no time to switch to using the Kan hexagram water energy to restrain it. Two balls of what might be the most ferocious and scorching flames in the world clashed head-on, suddenly merging into a gigantic fireball that resembled a sun, engulfing both Yang Zhao and the Fire Qilin within.

  The sun fireball continued to expand and burn more fiercely, its momentum enough to swallow the sky and devour the earth, destroying all things. Wherever the heat reached, even the ground beneath their feet was scorched and melted into a pulp. At such high temperatures, ordinary flesh and blood would have long been burned to charcoal. The fire qilin, with its innate talent, maintained its human-like posture and didn't seem to feel anything. However, Yang Zhao's clothes instantly turned to ash, his skin crackling "zizi" as he was roasted alive, as if trapped in a fiery hell. What's worse, the ice qilin was also learning from its companion, crawling towards the stone wall, attempting to devour the Blood Bodhi to restore its energy and vitality. If it succeeded, Yang Zhao would be caught between two beasts, front and back, and even with three heads and six arms, he would be absolutely unable to cope.

  At the critical moment of life and death, Yang Zhao's figure flashed and suddenly withdrew his palm at an unimaginable super high speed, turning around and rushing straight to the stone wall on the side. In an instant, he was like a fire dragon piercing through the mountain, quickly circling up and down the stone wall where the Bodhi tree grew, then retreated dozens of feet away, "thud" landing with one knee bent and one leg kneeling, panting heavily like an ox, his chest unable to bear the hidden pain.

  Hu Qilin's innate talent was extraordinary, and the intensity of his fire was no less than that of Tianzhu monk's full-force activation of ice and fire. When both sides were fiercely competing with their internal strength, suddenly withdrawing would be a difficult task, even for Yang Zhao's current cultivation level. However, the reversed flow of true energy caused further damage to the meridians in his chest. In comparison, all the Blood Bodhi trees growing in the cave had been completely destroyed, and Bing Qilin no longer had the opportunity to replenish and recover. Weighing the two evils, this was still a relatively good outcome.

  Xiao Wangye suddenly retreated, and Huo Qilin, who was originally fighting with him, lost his balance. The upper half of his body fell down with a "thud", restoring its four-legged posture. Huo Qilin let out two inexplicable growls. It cared about its companion and didn't bother to continue chasing Yang Zhao. It retracted its flames and ran to the side of Bing Qilin, nudging it gently with its nose.

  The ice Qilin, which was beaten by Yang Zhao's chaotic fists and had cracks on its head, responded with a low, hoarse cry. The true yuan inner elixir suspended above its head had already become dull and lightless. Seeing that there were no more than half of the blood lotus flowers left around it, the fire Qilin became anxious and let out a loud roar, suddenly opening its huge bloody mouth and aiming at the top of the cave hidden in the darkness. It spewed out a large cluster of fiery red light, which was the yang fire true yuan inner elixir that it possessed.

  In the midst of a deafening roar, the stone wall collapsed with a loud crash, sending sand and rocks flying everywhere, leaving a trail of destruction. Yang Zhao was shocked and raised his head to gaze upwards in awe. Amidst the interplay of light and darkness, two balls of light, one black and one white, formed a Taiji diagram, slowly descending from the sky, carrying an infinite amount of spiritual energy. At the yin-yang eyes of the Taiji, there were two strange-shaped divine weapons that resembled command tokens. The two divine weapons appeared to be incomplete, each with only half of their original form, requiring them to be combined to restore their entirety. They were none other than the legendary heavenly divine weapons, the Yin-Yang Command Tokens - Tian Shen Bing!

  After going through great difficulties, the reward came effortlessly. In an instant, Yang Zhao was both shocked and delighted, and he wanted to rush up and grab it. Unexpectedly, the two Qilins let out a long cry at the same time, and the Yin-Yang Commanders flew towards them automatically, as if magnetized. In an instant, a red light flashed, and the Fire Qilin's Yang Fire True Yuan Inner Elixir attached itself to the white Yang Commander, while the Ice Qilin's Xuan Yin True Yuan Inner Elixir also attached itself to the black Yin Commander. The Yin-Yang Twin Commanders' radiance was magnificent, and the Taiji Light Ball enveloped the two Qilins, rotating continuously. Yang Zhao knew something was wrong, and he punched and kicked with all his might, but he was always blocked by the light ball.

  The dual harmony of yin and yang combined as one, possessing the magical power to reverse time and space, turning heaven and earth upside down. In those days, Emperor Yan had crossed through time and space, reborn in a new body. At that time, Emperor Yan feared that the yin-yang command would send himself back to his original time and space, so he exerted great effort to destroy the yang command, making it impossible for yin and yang to reunite forever. However, after Emperor Yan was defeated by Tianjing Zhuanren, Baiyun, the leader of Wan Chan An, retrieved the fragments of the yin-yang command. After retiring from the world, he traveled the land, seeking a way to restore the divine sword to its original form.

  By chance, White Cloud arrived near the Lingyun Cave and discovered the two Qilin guarding the secret cave: one was a male Fire Qilin with a yang attribute, and the other was a female Ice Qilin with a yin attribute. The two divine beasts were born from the essence of heaven and earth, and they had a subtle connection with each other due to their opposing attributes. With a flash of inspiration, White Cloud entered the cave alone and placed the divine sword in the Qilin's nest.

  The Qilin and the divine soldier were indeed a match made in heaven. Over the next twenty years, the two Qilins nurtured the divine soldier with their own true yuan inner elixir, gradually refining it to harmonize with their own heart's intent, until there was no distinction between them. Furthermore, the Lingyun Cave was located at the dragon vein, where the spiritual energy was exceptionally abundant. With the passage of time, the Yin-Yang Command not only fully recovered its original appearance but also became even more powerful and divine. At this moment, the Fire Qilin was using the Yin-Yang Command to transmit its own power to heal the Ice Qilin.

  In just a moment, the heavily injured Ice Qilin suddenly stood up with a low growl, its voice full of energy and vitality, apparently recovering from its injuries by 70-80%. The Yin-Yang Command completed its mission and separated from the two True Yuan Inner Elixirs, each inserting itself into the mud and standing upright. The two Qilins' eyes gleamed with ferocity as they simultaneously turned their heads to stare fixedly at Yang Zhao. Sharp fangs dripped with saliva, clearly taking the young master as a delicious dish that couldn't escape!

  The atmosphere suddenly became tense, the Fire Qilin rose again and crouched low to the ground, letting out a loud "Woooo~" roar, accumulating energy for an impending attack. The Ice Qilin's pupils stood upright like almonds, slowly moving along a certain invisible circular trajectory, taking a step back to the side.

  Yang Zhao took a deep breath, stood up straight and stared intently at the Yin-Yang Token beside the Qilin beast. His true energy was rapidly circulating within his Dantian, but it didn't follow the normal trajectory of the I Ching's mysterious mirror. His muscles and blood vessels were tense, as if they might explode at any moment.

  Qilin made another move. Two steps forward, one step back, advancing cautiously, every step was a battle, and the two sides were constantly pressing in from both left and right. Yang Zhao only felt a slight stinging pain in his brow, and with his spiritual awareness responding, he had long been aware that his body was being tightly locked down by the aura of the two beasts.

  "Boom, boom, boom~~~" Three hearts beating faster and faster, the sound seemed to be getting louder and louder. The two Qilin beasts were fighting on their home turf, and they seemed to have merged with the surrounding environment. Whether it was lifting their paws, letting out low growls, swishing their tails or shaking their manes, every movement caused the increasingly dense air around them to ripple with waves of vibrations.

  Yang Zhao closed his eyes, standing with his hands behind his back. The killing aura around him suddenly vanished without a trace, and even the breath of his existence became faint. If one didn't concentrate and look closely, it would be easy to think that this person had completely disappeared. The flames burning on the wall's ivy gradually went out. The red and blue light on Qilin's body also shrank to only wrap around its own body, no longer illuminating the surrounding area. The entire stone cave was buried in darkness and emptiness, everything seemed... to no longer exist.

  A gust of cold wind suddenly poured in from the entrance of the stone cave.

  Blinding light burst forth, piercing the eyes and threatening to blind! The qilin's thunderous roar shook the heavens and deafened the ears. Amidst the lightning-fast movement, two trails of red and blue residual light streaked out from behind, crossing each other like a pair of giant scissors. As the killing intent drew near, Young Master Wang suddenly lifted his head and opened his eyes, only to find that both pupils were completely shrouded in a thick, dark aura. It was neither the Eight Trigrams of Heaven, Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, Thunder, Mountain, nor the Four Symbols of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning... but rather: Darkness!

  Darkness of the Seven Heavens, First Stage Ability Activated. Time suspended, 0.1 seconds!

  Fierce flames and icy coldness solidified at the same time, a qilin and a ferocious beast suspended in mid-air, as if the thunderous and electrifying killing move had stopped instantly. Yang Zhao's speed under the Dark Seven Heavens' amplification was almost faster than thought itself. It seemed like he moved, yet didn't. The 0.1-second time flashed by, and everything around him returned to normal immediately. Three shadows crossed paths, two qilins landed simultaneously, with Yang Zhao standing tall behind them, his back turned towards them. His originally empty hands now grasped the Yin-Yang Twin Edicts in his palms.

  "Drip, drip..." Two drops of fresh blood fell from the blade of the Yin-Yang Command at the same time. Yang Zhao turned around and struck with both commands, "Ding!" The clear and crisp sound echoed throughout the mountain cave. The two Qilin's heartstrings were like being hit by a massive hammer, and they let out a mournful howl as they fell to the ground, struggling in agony. Two long wounds stretched from their chest to their abdomen, with all of their internal organs spilling out. The stench was so overwhelming that it made people want to vomit. Yang Zhao's face remained expressionless, as he poured his inner energy into the Yin-Yang Command, suppressing the trembling divine sword. He took a step forward, raised the command high, and brought it down in a beheading blow.

  "Waaaah~~~~"

  The sound of the Lin's roar shook the heavens and split the earth, stunning everyone's heartstrings! The icy Qilin's skull fell to the ground, and a large amount of icy blue blood spurted out from its neck, just right to splatter Yang Zhao's head and face. The young master stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his expression was as if he was savoring a delicious ambrosia, full of satisfaction. The sun commander immediately struck down the second blow without hesitation, and the fire Qilin followed its companion to tread on the road to the underworld, spewing scorching hot blood all over Yang Zhao's body like molten lava. Under the strange light of the Yin-Yang commander's divine weapon, this young master looked like he was no longer human, but a genuine - demon!

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