Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1029: Harmonizing Yin-Yang Energy

Within the Yin Yang Cave, a realm of profound mystery, a shadowy and indistinct figure hauled a Bronze Treasure Box. It arrived before a colossal, orb-like bead, ten thousand feet in diameter. This bead, a swirling vortex of black and white, resembled a colossal, circular mountain, continuously rotating and emitting radiant beams.

Standing beneath it, the mysterious figure was minuscule, like an ant. "Small!" the figure exclaimed. Instantly, the gigantic bead rapidly contracted, shrinking to the size of a basin.

"My original form is critically injured. I wonder if this Bronze Treasure Box can mend it?" the figure mused aloud. With one hand, they grasped the shrunken bead while simultaneously reaching for the Bronze Treasure Box, applying force. Despite a considerable effort, the box remained stubbornly shut.

"Strange, why won't it open?" the mysterious figure uttered in surprise. They exerted more power, a vast surge of energy directed at the box, yet to their astonishment, it remained sealed.

"Damn it, how can this be? That youngster at the True God-stage could open it with ease!" The mysterious figure's expression shifted drastically, cursing in utter disbelief. "I refuse to believe it won't open..."

Setting aside the spherical bead, the figure seized the Bronze Treasure Box with both hands, straining with all their might. "Open!" they roared. The box, however, stayed resolutely immobile. Their formidable strength was utterly absorbed, like a mud ox vanishing into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

"Logically, even if this treasure requires a master's recognition, I should still be able to force it open..." The mysterious figure released the box, deep in thought. Their mind conjured the image of a handsome, white-robed youth. That youngster, merely at the Third Level of the True God Realm, had effortlessly opened this very treasure box.

They recalled watching intently as the youth used the Bronze Treasure Box to restore a sword, degraded to merely Heaven Level, in the span of mere breaths. Throughout the entire process, the white-robed youth performed no discernible actions. The repair simply occurred autonomously.

This implied the Bronze Treasure Box possessed an inherent self-repair capability; one only needed to insert the item, and it would function. Realizing this, the mysterious figure became increasingly agitated. They involuntarily reached out again, attempting repeatedly to pry the box open, as if intending to force it apart. All their endeavors, however, proved futile. The Bronze Treasure Box remained tightly sealed, allowing for no perceptible gap.

"What a vexation. To resolve this, one needs the person who tied the knot. It appears I must seek out that fellow for assistance..." the mysterious figure mumbled internally. At that very moment, a subtle sensation alerted them, causing them to turn sharply towards a specific direction.

Their gaze bore through the void, settling upon a vast expanse of verdant foliage. These green branches stretched out like an ocean, carpeting the land. Within one section, a group of cultivators from the Ten Thousand Monster God Temple was visible.

Suddenly, two immense spheres of black and white light erupted behind the assembled cultivators. "Yin-Yang Reverse Jue?" The mysterious figure was utterly astonished by the sight of the twin light spheres. How many years had passed? It was inconceivable that anyone could still cultivate this forgotten technique, which they believed long lost.

The mysterious figure felt a surge of anger, wanting to curse aloud, but existing in solitude, there was no one to hear. They took a deep, calming breath, soothing their agitated spirit. "This youngster cultivated the Yin-Yang Reverse Jue. The commotion earlier must have awakened that demonic dragon..." the figure mused contemplatively.

With hands clasped behind their back, their gaze drifted into the distant horizon, lost in thought. ... The black and white spheres soared above the heads of the Ninth Hall's members, impacting the sea of green branches. Strangely, these colossal branches did not retaliate against the spheres. Instead, they gracefully moved aside.

The black and white spheres journeyed deep into the oceanic foliage, their movement unhurried. "Look, why are some branches receding?" a cultivator exclaimed, his voice filled with astonishment. All eyes turned, their faces etched with surprise. Wherever the black and white spheres passed, the giant green branches rapidly withered.

As the branches decayed, streams of white light emerged from their stems, flowing into the white sphere overhead. At this point, the white sphere began to expand, soon surpassing the size of the black sphere.

"So that's how it works..." Ye Yun, observing from a distance, curved his lips into a knowing smile. This Yin-Yang Reverse Jue, he realized, indeed originated from the Yin Yang Cave. The technique's purpose was to harmonize the chaotic yin-yang energies prevalent within the cave.

Once harmonized, all anomalous phenomena and entities spawned from these energies would dissipate, reverting to pure energy. Black represented yin, while white symbolized yang. The white light emanating from the withered green branches was, therefore, naturally classified as yang energy.

"Incredible, Senior Brother! Your cultivation technique is utterly astonishing! While Palace Master and everyone else were locked in a fierce struggle with these branches, your new technique unleashed these orbs of light and subdued them with such ease. It's truly remarkable..."

Gu Anran's eyes widened in shock as she offered an excited thumbs-up.

In her perception, her Senior Brother was becoming increasingly mysterious and formidable.

It wasn't just Gu Anran who was left in awe.

The entire Ninth Hall, including Palace Master Cang Ming, was struck into a daze.

"Brother Dao, how did you manage that?"

Cang Ming snapped back to reality, quickly positioning himself before Ye Yun.

"In a region on the Cangnan Continent, I once obtained the Yin-Yang Reverse Jue. This technique likely originates from the Yin Yang Cave, and when employed, it possesses the mystical ability to harmonize yin-yang energies..."

Ye Yun explained with a relaxed smile.

He held nothing back from Cang Ming, who presented himself as a potential mentor.

To be perfectly honest.

Deep within his heart, Ye Yun truly hoped Cang Ming would become his master.

He had no desire for his master to meet an unfortunate end.

Even if his master were to endure as the Black Ming Divine Spider, unfamiliar with him, Ye Yun would still be overwhelmingly overjoyed.

"A sip for every portion... I must say, this technique is genuinely astounding!"

Cang Ming, profoundly affected, took a considerable moment to compose himself before exclaiming with fervor: "With this technique, our confidence within the Yin Yang Cave soars!"

"Palace Master Cang Ming, now that I have mastered this technique, I will undoubtedly lend my full support to the Ninth Hall."

Ye Yun declared with a smile.

"We are grateful."

Cang Ming conveyed his sincere appreciation.

The black and white spheres traveled thousands of feet before their movement ceased.

It was as if they had reached their operational limit.

Ye Yun observed this development, giving a quiet nod.

At present, his grasp of the Yin-Yang Reverse Jue was only nascent.

His cultivation level was insufficient; he could only exert control within this specific range.

Nevertheless, for the current situation, it was more than adequate.

They could proceed forward while simultaneously harmonizing the turbulent yin-yang energies in their surroundings.

This rate of progress vastly surpassed the Ninth Hall's previous advancements.

Subsequently.

Following Ye Yun's counsel, all the disciples belonging to the Ninth Hall made their way back to the Celestial Boat.

Ye Yun took his position at the vessel's prow, remotely guiding the black and white spheres.

As the spheres advanced, the nearby branches rapidly withered and disintegrated, no longer posing any discernible threat.

Witnessing a young cultivator at the True God Realm Third Level demonstrate such inexplicably potent abilities, the Divine Monarch Realm cultivators of the Ninth Hall felt a pang of shame.

A multitude cast envious and admiring glances his way.