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Along with the influx of that vast primordial essence came countless chaotic and fragmented thoughts, emotions, and memories!
That was the life imprint and negative energy that inevitably mixed in when the evil emperors of past generations infused their primordial essence: the fear of death, the unwillingness to let go of unfulfilled ambitions, the madness of cultivating demonic arts, and the obsession with love, hate, and grudges...

These chaotic fragments of consciousness transformed into countless distorted illusions and piercing demonic sounds, frantically assaulting Shan Wanjing's sea of ​​consciousness, attempting to drag her mind into endless chaos and madness.

Dan Wanjing's face instantly turned ashen, veins bulged on her forehead, and her body trembled uncontrollably. Cold sweat soaked her clothes again, and her teeth clenched so tightly that they made a soft "crunching" sound. It felt as if she were simultaneously in an ice cellar and a furnace, with alternating hot and cold sensations within her body, her meridians throbbing with pain, and her mind in turmoil, on the verge of collapse.

Just then, Yi Huawei's voice entered her nearly chaotic mind again, clear and steady: "Hold fast to the One, focus your mind on the Dantian, guide the Qi back to emptiness, and let all streams return to their source!"

At the same time, Yi Huawei pointed his left index finger out of the air, and a stream of pure, balanced, and peaceful primordial energy flowed gently into Shan Wanjing's brow like a warm stream. This energy was not powerful, but it carried an indescribable tranquility and inclusiveness. Wherever it passed, it did not forcibly suppress the raging torrent of primordial essence, but rather guided and soothed it, protecting Shan Wanjing's most important heart meridian and core of consciousness, allowing her to maintain a sliver of clarity amidst the turbulent waves.

Dan Wanjing steadfastly adhered to her master's admonition and the guiding true energy, enduring immense physical and mental pain with tremendous willpower, desperately maintaining the operation of the mental cultivation technique, and guiding the violent power along the meridians to converge towards her dantian.

This is an extremely difficult and painful process. Every guidance session is like dancing on the edge of a knife, and the slightest mistake could lead to utter ruin.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly at that moment. Only Shan Wanjing's heavy, suppressed breathing and the barely audible hum of the Evil Emperor's Relic trembling slightly in Yi Huawei's palm remained in the stone chamber.

After an unknown amount of time, the initially raging torrent of primordial essence, like a primordial beast, gradually began to "calm down" under Yi Huawei's precise control and Shan Wanjing's own tenacious guidance. Although still enormous, its impact had begun to weaken, and it started to integrate more orderly into Shan Wanjing's own true energy circulation.

Yi Huawei's purple energy barrier in his palm also made imperceptible adjustments, controlling the flow and speed of the primordial essence output, keeping it at the limit that Shan Wanjing could withstand, maximizing absorption efficiency without actually destroying her.

Dan Wanjing's body gradually stopped trembling, and her complexion slowly regained its rosy hue, even becoming more radiant and glowing than before. The aura around her began to rise steadily at a visible speed, becoming more condensed and profound. Tiny gray beads of sweat, carrying a fishy smell, even seeped from the surface of her skin; these were signs that some impurities and death energy that she could not absorb from her primordial essence were being forcibly expelled.

When the pure primordial essence inside the Evil Emperor's Relic was guided out and merged into the single crystal, the blood-red patterns on the surface of the crystal sphere seemed to dim slightly, and the whole thing became more turbid and dark. The eerie suction force also almost disappeared.

Yi Huawei's palm suddenly surged with purple energy, completely severing the relic's connection with the outside world. He then placed it back into the copper jar and quickly sealed it. Looking down at Shan Wanjing, who was still meditating with her eyes closed, fully absorbing this immense power, he knew the most critical and dangerous stage had passed. What remained was a matter of patience and time, requiring her to slowly transform this foreign essence into the foundation of her own cultivation.

.........

A day in the core stone chamber of Yang Gong's treasure vault, isolated from the world, seems like a fleeting moment, yet also incredibly long.

Yi Huawei stood motionless beside the stone table, his figure as still as a mountain. His aura was perfectly concealed; if not for the naked eye, his presence would be almost imperceptible. His gaze was mostly fixed on Shan Wanjing, meticulously sensing every flow of her energy, every fusion of her vital essence, and every calming of her mental fluctuations.

Occasionally, he would flick his finger from a distance, the force, attribute, and timing all perfectly executed. This could be to guide a stagnant flow of vital energy, soothe a restless ripple in her mind, or help her refine certain particularly stubborn foreign essences. His interventions were always just right, never interrupting Shan Wanjing's self-directed fusion process. He simply paved the way for her, protecting her as she teetered on the brink of failure or missteps.

In the center of the stone chamber, Shan Wanjing remained seated cross-legged. The initial pain and struggle had long since vanished, replaced by a serene and focused expression, even bearing a sacred and solemn air. A faint, almost tangible aura emanated from her body, sometimes as warm and smooth as jade, sometimes as sharp and cold as ice, and sometimes as scorching as flames—a manifestation of the complex primordial essence within her being continuously refined, absorbed, and unified.

Her breathing became extremely long and deep. With each inhale, the air in the stone chamber seemed to slightly contract inward, and with each exhale, a wisp of stale air, tinged with a very faint grayish-black color, was expelled from her body and dissipated into the air. Beneath her skin, a faint radiance flowed, like the inner beauty of jade, shimmering with precious light.

After an unknown number of hours, the ever-changing aura surrounding Shan Wanjing suddenly receded, disappearing entirely into her body without any further leakage. Her long, deep breaths also ceased, transforming into a near-fetal breathing, perfectly internally circulated state. The surging, turbulent internal energy within her body, flowing like the Yangtze River, at this moment completely calmed, settling like a vast, deep sea, still and undisturbed, yet containing a breathtakingly powerful force.

The next moment, Shan Wanjing's long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings gently unfolding, and she slowly opened them.

Her already bright and expressive eyes were now as clear as the starry sky after rain, or like a bottomless, icy pool. Deep within her pupils, a glimmer of light shone like a star, flickering and shifting, unintentionally possessing a captivating charm that seemed to see into the depths of her soul, reflecting the transformed spirit within her. Any lingering girlishness that might have remained had been replaced by a more profound beauty.

Her skin had undergone another thorough refining and purification, now as smooth as the finest white jade, without a single flaw. It wasn't a bloodless pallor, but rather radiated a warm, healthy glow, full and vibrant. The natural blush on her cheeks made her even more radiant, yet without any vulgarity, adding to her elegance. Her features also seemed to have undergone subtle adjustments, not in shape, but in every line becoming more refined and harmonious, full of the perfect charm of nature, as if the spirit of heaven and earth had bestowed upon her.

Her height seemed to have increased slightly, and her figure appeared even more slender and upright. Her already well-proportioned body was now almost perfect; any more would have been too plump, any less too thin. Every line was smooth and full of power. Sitting there, she resembled a meticulously sculpted goddess statue, possessing both the graceful curves of a woman and the agility and explosive power of a leopard. Her hair, as black as a waterfall, was even more lustrous and glossy, with a subtle, healthy glow flowing through the ends.

The biggest change stems from my temperament.

The former Shan Wanjing was the princess of the Dongming Sect—charming, proud, and with sharp edges. Though possessing a heroic spirit, she ultimately couldn't escape the limitations of a young girl and the imprint of a sect's daughter. But now, those external labels seemed to have been completely washed away. A profound tranquility became the underlying tone of her temperament, as deep and serene as the boundless starry sky or the vast ocean. It was as if she had experienced those three days of inhuman torment and baptism, and few things in the world could still stir up such intense waves in her heart. This tranquility naturally gave her a sense of nobility and aloofness, like a celestial maiden who had accidentally descended to the mortal world. Though she was right before one's eyes, she seemed to be separated by an invisible veil, inspiring awe and preventing one from desecrating her.

Yet, beneath this tranquility and nobility, an indescribable sharpness subtly emerges. It's a sign of the natural outflow of immense power within, a manifestation of a spirit tempered and strengthened by demonic influence. This sharpness isn't aggressive, but it allows anyone who senses it to understand the terrifying power concealed beneath this exquisite exterior. Still as a frozen abyss, in motion as a sudden thunderclap!
At the same time, perhaps because she absorbed the primordial essence of the previous evil emperors, which was full of the intense life energy, her temperament was strangely mixed with an inner, vigorous life force and a very faint, sinister charm originating from the source of the primordial essence. These two qualities intertwined with her own tranquility and nobility, forming a complex and extremely attractive aura, mysterious and dangerous, making people want to explore it, yet also stop in their tracks.

Shan Wanjing slowly raised her hands and looked down. She could clearly "see"—no, "sense"—the earth-shattering changes within her body.

The surge in her internal energy cultivation was expected, but experiencing it firsthand still left her utterly astonished. If her internal energy before was like a stream or a small lake, then now, her dantian and meridians had transformed into a vast and boundless ocean of true energy! Incomparably pure and condensed true energy circulated freely throughout her body, endlessly, its immense power permeating every tiny corner. She felt as if she could shatter stone tablets and cut through gold and jade with every gesture.

This feeling of abundant power was something she could never have imagined before. Roughly estimated, the primordial essence she absorbed and refined in these three days was enough to equal the power she had cultivated on her own for at least sixty years! Moreover, the essence was of extremely high quality. After being protected by Yi Huawei and refined by her own "Birth and Death from the Heart" technique, the impurities were removed and the essence was retained, and it had been perfectly transformed into the purest Northern Darkness True Qi, which was most suitable for her own foundation.

More importantly, her mastery of the *Northern Darkness Divine Art* had advanced. Thanks to the infusion of this massive amount of high-quality primordial essence, her *Northern Darkness Divine Art* had broken through its previous bottleneck and entered a completely new realm. Her acupoints throughout her body had been further opened and strengthened, and her connection with the energy of heaven and earth had become incredibly clear and close. Without needing to consciously circulate her energy, wisps of essence from heaven and earth spontaneously flowed into her body through her pores and acupoints, merging into her true primordial ocean to replenish her energy and temper herself. This meant that her recovery speed and endurance in combat had undergone a qualitative leap. At this moment, she could truly be called a master of the *Northern Darkness Divine Art*, possessing the true essence of "the ocean embraces all rivers, its vastness lies in its capacity."

For three days, she had been constantly battling against those negative mental distractions, which in itself was the ultimate tempering of her mind. She successfully maintained a clear mind and ultimately either dispelled or refined these distractions, making her spiritual power incredibly refined and resilient, and her spiritual perception several times sharper. At this moment, with the slightest thought, she could more subtly control her own true energy, perceive the flow of energy in the outside world, and even her perception of others' emotions and murderous intent had been enhanced by several levels.

Dan Wanjing attempted to subtly manipulate a wisp of true energy, instantly condensing a small, incredibly refined, pale white vortex at her fingertips. The surrounding light seemed to bend slightly towards it, and the vortex contained a terrifying amount of energy. With a thought, the vortex vanished in an instant, as if it had never appeared. Her control over true energy was now as precise and effortless as an extension of her own limb.

Shan Wanjing took a deep breath, a long and deep breath that created a faint airflow within the stone chamber. She slowly stood up, her movements fluid and natural, yet carrying a strange sense of rhythm, as if she had become one with her surroundings.

Looking up at Yi Huawei, his deep, star-like eyes were filled with incredibly complex emotions: the joy of a complete transformation, the shock of his immense power, the lingering fear of the three days of torment, but even more so, an almost overflowing, intense admiration.

"Master!!"

Shan Wanjing took two steps forward and stood before Yi Huawei. She didn't utter any more words of thanks, for any words would seem pale and powerless at this moment. She solemnly knelt down on both knees and respectfully performed the three bows and nine kowtows to Yi Huawei.

Yi Huawei accepted her generous gift without hesitation. He knew that it was not only gratitude for the opportunity she had given him, but also the highest respect a disciple could show to his teacher and to the person who had led him into a new world.

After Shan Wanjing finished her greetings and stood up, Yi Huawei smiled slightly, a gentle smile like a spring breeze:

"How does it feel?"

Shan Wanjing once again sensed the vast, ceaselessly circulating power within her body, as well as her clear, lucid, and acutely perceptive soul. She took a deep breath and answered earnestly:
“Master, I feel as if I have been reborn.”

Her voice was clearer and more melodious than ever before, with a faint, magnetic resonance.

Yi Huawei nodded slightly: "Although the primordial essence has been absorbed, it still requires time to fully integrate and master it, making it as easy as an arm or finger. In particular, one's mental cultivation needs to keep pace with the growth of power, guarding one's true nature and not being misled by power."

"Wanjing will follow Master's teachings!"

Shan Wanjing solemnly replied. Having experienced the mental shock of those three days, she understood the importance of staying true to herself better than anyone else.

"very good."

Yi Huawei's gaze swept over the now ordinary bronze pot: "The matter here is settled, and we should leave now. The outside world is the best testing ground for you to hone what you have learned."

A glint of anticipation and confidence flashed in Shan Wanjing's eyes. Having been given a new lease on life, she was eager to try.

"Yes, Master!" (End of Chapter)