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Chen Moxuan stood at the edge of Yomi Blood Valley, gazing into the mist-shrouded gorge before him, a tumult of emotions swirling within. It had come to this, after all.
He was unable to cultivate, lacking any strength, yet he possessed the Indestructible Body and the backing of the Immortal Emperor, making him a unique presence in Yun Miao Sheng Zhou. He had often relied on his immortal body to sneak out for adventures, getting himself into considerable trouble, and Yomi Blood Valley was one such instance.
Three thousand years ago, he had descended from the mountain to travel. At that time, this place was not known as Tanlang Kingdom but was part of the Snowy Clear Nation—a poor, invaded country on the brink of collapse, its people displaced and suffering.
But then, a remarkably powerful cultivator emerged and became the king of this nation—a young man known as Han Yuan Wang. At just twenty years old, he had reached the fifth rank of Dao Embryo, a prodigy shining brightly.
Chen Moxuan still remembered that young man's handsome visage and his brave character. Unfortunately, he ultimately strayed onto a dark path. Despite Han Yuan Wang's strength, he could not defeat all the cultivators from enemy nations. Given another ten years, he might have become a renowned powerhouse across the continent.
Yet fate did not grant him that time; his friends fell in battle, his family perished amidst chaos, and he could not even protect his beloved. In the end, Han Yuan Wang succumbed to demonic ways, transforming all the people of his nation into Ice Soul Puppets.
Chen Moxuan knew he should not involve himself in this matter. However, his friend Xing Luo Zhen Ren came pleading to him; witnessing such slaughter was unbearable. Thus, he lent Xing Luo Zhen Ren a Yin Yang Sealing Diagram to seal Han Yuan Wang and his Puppet Army within it.
Yomi Blood Valley served as Xing Luo Zhen Ren's hiding place, but it seemed something had gone awry now. Chen Moxuan retrieved another Na Ring from his own Na Ring. Inside were treasures he had seized from his master long ago and some memories he wished to avoid.
Staring at this Na Ring, Chen Moxuan fell silent for a moment. Did heaven grant me the chance to cultivate again only to make me repay debts? This thought crossed his mind unbidden.
Shaking his head, Chen Moxuan hurriedly rummaged through the Na Ring until he finally found a pen after much searching. He pulled it out; flames blazed fiercely from it, containing pure Yang fire.
This treasure was called Yin Yang Boundary Diagram and belonged to my Ancestor three thousand years ago. Chen Moxuan spoke solemnly, "No matter what happens, it will be within controllable limits. You take this pen and wait for me while I investigate."
Just as Chen Feng reached for it, he nearly burned himself. The flames were incredibly intense, as if they could incinerate everything in their path.
"Ah, Ancestor!" Chen Feng exclaimed, quickly retracting his hand.
Chen Moxuan slapped his forehead. The Yin Yang Pen was not something just anyone could wield. First, one needed to possess Yin-Yang Power within their body, and second, they had to achieve Yin Yang Balance to control it.
Chen Moxuan then took out two pills from his ring, each representing yin and yang. These pills were not given to him by his master; rather, he had obtained them earlier along with the Yin Yang Boundary Diagram. The pills were meant to enhance the Yin Yang Balance within him, allowing him to utilize the Yin Yang Boundary Diagram. The pen was for controlling the diagram at critical moments.
"Take this Yin Dan," he instructed.
As Chen Feng received it, he felt as if his arm had been frozen. However, without a moment's hesitation, he swallowed it whole.
Chen Feng looked at his descendant with satisfaction. "Listen carefully. I will go investigate the situation shortly. If anything goes wrong, you must shut down the Yin Diagram."
"How am I supposed to know if something goes wrong?" Chen Feng stammered.
Chen Moxuan simply replied, "You will know when the time comes."
By then, Chen Feng could no longer hear Chen Moxuan's voice; his entire body felt like it had turned into ice. Yet he was not dead; instead, his power was rapidly increasing.
Once Chen Feng regained his composure, he quickly saw Ancestor holding the flaming pen.
"In a short time, the Yin Dan won't completely dissolve," Chen Moxuan said. "But if you absorb this portion of yin energy, it should be enough for you to make a stroke with this pen. If you see that I am in trouble, just take the Yang Pen and draw a line on the Yin Diagram; it will close down. Then I can naturally come out. Do you understand?"
Feeling his Internal Energy continuously strengthening, Chen Feng took a deep breath and nodded firmly. "I understand, Ancestor. You can rest assured; I will guard this place well."
Chen Moxuan nodded and then vanished in a flash of light into the Yin Yang Sealing Diagram. The surface of the Yin Yang Boundary Diagram shimmered like a light curtain as it enveloped him.
Chen Feng tightly gripped the Yin Yang Pen and the pills, vigilantly watching everything before him. He knew that from this moment on, he would bear the heavy responsibility of protection without any room for negligence.
Within the Yin Yang Sealing Diagram, Chen Moxuan felt a chilling aura as soon as he stepped inside. The space was covered in ice and snow, with the ground composed of Wan Han Bing, emanating a bone-chilling cold.
He looked around and saw a vast expanse of white, a world entirely enveloped in ice and snow, devoid of any signs of life. He knew this was the Yin Tu Space, and Han Yuan Wang might be hiding here.
The Yin Tu Space was an expansive, seamless world of ice and snow. Even the ground was made of Wan Han Bing, capable of freezing anything that dared to tread upon it.
Based on Chen Moxuan's speculation, the reason the Yin Yang Boundary Diagram had malfunctioned could be that Han Yuan Wang had been suppressed in the Yang Diagram for too long and had seized an opportunity to escape into the Yin Tu Space.
The method to close it was simple: one needed to draw a line on the diagram with the corresponding pen. Once completed, the Yin Tu Space would shut down and regenerate anew.
Chen Moxuan moved cautiously forward, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow. As he walked, he suddenly spotted a massive city in the distance. He squinted his eyes to observe it closely.
Suddenly, an Ice Soul Puppet appeared within his line of sight. The Puppet was towering, radiating an icy chill. It was evident that the entire city had been constructed by Han Yuan Wang.
However, just as he prepared to approach the city, he felt a disturbance beneath his feet. Chen Moxuan's heart sank; he swiftly dodged aside as a gigantic blue hand shot up from the ground, carrying with it an intense coldness aimed directly at him.
Hmph, does this mere Puppet think it can harm me?
Chen Moxuan snorted coldly, his internal spiritual energy surging. He swung his Heavenly Sword, and its light flashed like a dragon, instantly severing the blue hand.
But this was only the beginning. With a series of roars echoing from below, one Ice Soul Puppet after another emerged from the ground. They were tall and exuded an icy aura, seemingly forged from Wan Han Bing itself.
These Puppets bore no signs of life in their eyes—only a chilling intent to kill.
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