Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1863 Yin Gods Are Also Righteous Gods
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“Why do I feel that He and Xiao Yi’s Shao Siming are so different?” Ye Xiuxin said with a strange expression.

Chen Xiaojun almost subconsciously replied, "Perhaps... Yin and Yang are opposites, yet complement each other."

As soon as he said it, he was taken aback.

Are Yin and Yang opposing forces or complementary forces?
This thought struck him like a bolt of lightning, instantly cleaving through the fog in his mind!
Shao Siming... Xiao Yi's Shao Siming, what kind of scene is it after the god descends?

Solemn, brilliant, and noble, like a deity born from the ancient wilderness, it exudes the vibrant vitality and sacred charm of life. Although it has a vast and ancient aura, its essence is light, creation, order, and a hymn to life.

And what about the Great Master of Destiny, whose black and red light cocoon is in the sea of ​​consciousness?
Ominous, mysterious, and profound, it seems to carry the aura of endless destruction and end. Its "food" is negative energy, its "power" incites battlefield slaughter, and its "awakening" is accompanied by a soul-level tremor and a cold, indifferent majesty.

One is like the sun shining brightly, full of vitality; the other is like an abyss beside you, shrouded in deep silence.

"Could it be..." Chen Xiaojun murmured to himself, his eyes brightening, "Although the Lesser Master of Fate is a woman, she represents the yang aspect? Yang gives rise to yin, thus she can control life and death, prosperity and decline, containing the changes of creation. And this Greater Master of Fate..."

"Does He represent the true Yin aspect? Yin gives rise to Yang, so He needs to absorb the purest negative, destructive, and deathly energy in this world as 'nourishment' for Him to 'break out of the shell' and for that wisp of life to be born from extreme Yin?"

"No wonder...no wonder His swordsmanship is such a perfect match for those who bear the name 'Great Calamity Cloud'..."

His thoughts raced, and an ancient chant seemed to echo in his mind:
"Open the gates of heaven wide, and ride upon the dark clouds!"—When the gates of heaven opened, He descended, riding upon the dark, thick clouds that blotted out the sun! Wasn't this the very scene of him drawing upon the blood and resentment of the battlefield to condense into a black and red giant sword? Wasn't that "Azure and Yellow War Blade" a war cloud that brought the shadow of death?

"One yin, one yang, none know what I do!"—Sometimes yin, sometimes yang, unpredictable, and difficult for all to fathom! Isn't this a true reflection of His ability to absorb destructive energy while also subtly carrying a protective will, making His behavior unpredictable?
As for the higher level of "riding the pure qi and controlling yin and yang"... the realm of controlling yin and yang is probably a future domain that will only be formed in the future.
All the clues seemed to come together at this moment.

The essence of the Great Master of Fate is probably to seek a glimmer of hope and an opportunity for change from the most yin and darkest destruction and death; it is the ultimate manifestation of yin giving rise to yang!

His path was destined to be forged in blood and fire, and nourished by endless negative energy.

"So that's how it is..." Chen Xiaojun let out a long breath. The gloom in his heart had not completely dissipated, but the fog of the unknown had thinned considerably.

He sorted out the lineage of the Great Master of Fate, learned His "recipe," and understood the possible paths of His influence.

This in itself is a kind of inner confidence.

Looking at the flickering light in her son's eyes and sensing the subtle change in his aura, Ye Xiuxin knew that he had made up his mind. She felt both gratified and deeply uneasy.

Unable to enter her son's consciousness or directly confront the terrifying cocoon of light, she could only hold his hand tightly: "Xiaojun, no matter what, guard your heart. Your mother... and your father, and everyone in the family, are behind you."

Chen Xiaojun grasped Ye Xiuxin's warm hand in return and nodded firmly: "Mother, I understand. This path is one I chose myself. It is both a calamity and a destiny. I will not be devoured by it, and... I believe it is a righteous god."

His belief is based primarily on several reasons:

First, from the perspective of the origin of the gods, Shao Siming and Da Siming are a pair of corresponding deities. Although their attributes are very different, Shao Siming is a righteous god, and since Da Siming shares the same origin with her, he certainly cannot be an evil god.

Secondly, there was confirmation from his past life. He remembered that the Great Master of Fate, who was worshipped in the Chu region as recorded in the "Nine Songs," was clearly a majestic and just celestial deity who controlled destiny. Moreover, even the underworld gods, such as Yama and the Emperor of Fengdu, belonged to the orthodox pantheon of deities.

Third, the root cause lies in the system. The Great Commander of Fate originates from a system akin to a primordial treasure, utilizing a purple-gold card of the "Manipulating Creation" level. How could something possessing such immense power, bearing the name of "Creation," possibly give birth to an evil god specifically designed to destroy its host?

Finally, and most importantly, is the essence of the Great Dao. The Great Master of Fate is the corresponding deity born after the Yin-Yang Great Dao sensed the Lesser Master of Fate. He personally experienced the vast and boundless Yin-Yang Great Dao, which governs the laws of the universe. Although the Great Dao itself has no consciousness, its evolution follows its own rules; it's impossible for a deity specifically tasked with taking lives to be created out of thin air.

Ye Xiuxin gave her son a deep look, knowing that further words would be useless at this moment. She carefully gathered the few dark red blood crystal fragments: "I will take these fragments back and study them carefully. Perhaps I can find some ways to restrain or utilize them."

"Thank you for your trouble, Mother," Chen Xiaojun said.

Ye Xiuxin didn't linger and turned to leave. The door to the quiet room closed again, leaving only Chen Xiaojun alone.

He sat down cross-legged, placing the Seven Killings Sword of the Underworld across his knees once more, its dark blue blade reflecting his serene face.

"Yin gives birth to Yang... Great Calamity Cloud... Great Fate Master..." he murmured, his consciousness sinking into the vast and dangerous Upper Soul Nest, actively facing the cold tremor brought by the black and red cocoon of light.

The road ahead is fraught with peril, but the goal is clear. What remains is a contest of wills, a tempering of character, and a long entanglement with the "Great Master of Fate" in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Chen Xiaojun slowly closed his eyes.

Above the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the black and red cocoon of light was still flashing.

Chen Xiaojun's thoughts stirred slightly.

hum!
The illusory soul of the Seven Killing Swords of the Underworld Sea quietly emerged.

boom--!
The bloodline bar suddenly opened, and a torrent of negative energy surged out like a burst dam, an energy tidal wave like a landslide and a tsunami.

The target is that black and red cocoon!

The cocoon of light seemed to come alive suddenly, like a glutton who had been starving for a long time.

Its pulsation suddenly intensified, and its light shone brightly.

A powerful suction force erupted from the spiderweb-like cracks on its surface, greedily seizing the surging torrent of negativity.

The immense energy was frantically torn apart and devoured, forming a huge, visible funnel-shaped vortex above the cocoon of light.

The energy poured out so quickly that the entire sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly under this violent devouring, the starlight was stirred, and the surging waves of soul power emitted a silent roar.

This situation is even more greedy and unscrupulous than during the Battle of Ironjaw Fortress!
Chen Xiaojun coldly observed this gluttonous feast.

He shut down the transmission of ethereal soul energy two days after the battle ended.

On the battlefield the day before yesterday, the amount of negative energy absorbed and transmitted by the Seven Killing Swords of the Underworld Sea was not equal.

The bloodline groove on the Seven Killing Sword of the Underworld Sea is not just an energy transmission channel between a physical martial soul and a virtual soul sword.

Don't forget, the Seven Kill Swords of the Underworld is originally a divine-level martial soul, the Underworld Sword; it was just sealed, not destroyed.

The foundation is still there.

(End of this chapter)