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

Chapter 1864 Nine Suns, Yin Gives Birth to Yang

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Absorbing the energy of heaven and earth is a common function of many cultivation treasures, let alone the Nether Sea Sword, one of the ten divine weapons in "A World of Immortals" and the number one weapon for killing.

It contains the profound mystery of "containing Mount Sumeru in a mustard seed", opening up a huge space with a radius of one kilometer - Chen Xiaojun named it "Nether Sea".

This is an inherent characteristic of the Seven Killings Sword of the Underworld, and can also be considered one of its special skills.

What settles in the "Nether Sea" space is the pure negative essence accumulated from a longer period of more widespread killing, the quality and quantity of which far exceed the immediate absorption during the Battle of Ironjaw Fortress.

It wasn't just the violent resentment, the wailing of the dead, and the sinister death aura that permeated the battlefield of Ironjaw Fortress... but also the bloody battles with soul beasts and wolf bandits that lasted for more than ten days in Zhongnan Mountain, and all the enormous reserves that were devoured and stored by the Seven Kill Swords of the Underworld Sea!

This is precisely the reason why Chen Xiaojun was able to condense a powerful killing intent and blood energy in the blink of an eye on the battlefield the day before yesterday, and launch the "Sword of War - Blood Slaughter Edge" to kill Xueya - he used his existing resources and foundation.

Furthermore, the Seven Kill Sword of the Underworld Sea has long since transcended the limitations of a low-level Seven Kill Sword, and can freely control its killing aura, with no worry of losing control or suffering backlash.

If it can absorb but not control, how can it be called a divine weapon or magic treasure?
In fact, once the Seven Kill Sword reaches the third-tier super martial soul, this problem no longer exists.

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The cocoon of light devoured and pulsated, and the cracks seemed to brighten under the nourishment of that pure negative energy. The aura of destruction and creation intertwined and leaked more actively at the edge of the cracks.

Just as this torrent of energy reached its peak, and the black and red cocoon was "fed" to its heart's content, its suction force at its most greedy and stable—

Chen Xiaojun suddenly "opened his eyes"!
The Nine Yang Divine Skill's internal techniques were instantly activated within the body.

Within the dantian and dantian, the pure and flawless Nine Yang True Qi erupted with a thunderous roar.

Instead of circulating along the meridians, they were forcibly guided by Chen Xiaojun's powerful spiritual force and forcefully poured back into the Upper Soul Nest!

call--!
A golden torrent surged into the sky above the sea of ​​consciousness.

The Nine Yang True Qi is extremely yang and pure, and is naturally incompatible with yin, evil, and negative energy.

As soon as it entered, it instantly transformed the sky above the star-studded sea of ​​consciousness into a blazing gold.

The boundless yang energy spread out, even condensing and compressing in the center of that golden sky, eventually forming a magnificent, radiant, and fiery sun.

The sun hangs high, radiating pure yang energy, illuminating the surging sea of ​​consciousness below and... the black and red cocoon of light that is frantically devouring negative energy.

Chen Xiaojun carefully controlled the distance.

The sun hangs high at the top of the sea of ​​consciousness, far away from the cocoon of light and the illusory soul of the Nether Sea below. Its golden light shines down, inevitably producing wisps of "sizzling" sounds of annihilation with the pervasive negative energy, forming tiny energy ripples, but it does not directly impact the cocoon of light itself.

The cocoon of light remained stable, seemingly showing no obvious rejection or interruption to the high-hanging "sun." However, the pulsating light, illuminated by the pure yang energy, appeared to become even more profound and restrained.

The gluttonous beast remains, its devouring relentless.

After waiting for a while, until Chen Xiaojun felt the light cocoon's devouring speed begin to slow down imperceptibly, he had a thought and cut off the energy transmission of the Nether Sea Seven Kill Sword's illusory soul.

Buzz! The bloodline groove of the Nether Sea Void Soul closed and slowly faded away.

The surging torrent of negativity came to an abrupt halt.

The enormous funnel-shaped vortex collapsed instantly.

The black and red cocoon of light suddenly paused, emitting a wave of extremely reluctant energy. The light flickered rapidly a few times, revealing a strong sense of unfinished business.

The cracks on its surface opened and closed slightly, as if greedily sucking up the last remaining negative energy in the air, before finally settling down with resentment, returning to that slow, deep, and eerily rhythmic pulsation.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, a strange scene formed:
Above, the Nine Suns, as radiant as a prison, exudes a powerful righteous energy that is supremely yang and strong, capable of purifying evil spirits.

Below, on the sea surface, the cocoon of light exudes a deep, dark aura of destruction, annihilation, and yet also contains a hint of a protective will.

Between the two, and the faint embers of negative energy that had not yet completely dissipated and were being continuously dissolved by the golden light of the sun, Chen Xiaojun's will, like the most composed observer, remained firmly locked onto the black and red cocoon of light.

“Now…” he murmured to himself.

He began to manipulate the Nine Suns Wheel, guiding its golden light like flowing molten gold, which began to spread and diffuse downwards extremely slowly and cautiously.

It was like a tentative touch, a gentle immersion.

The pure Yang energy gradually approached the area shrouded in black and red light.

The cocoon of light continued to pulsate and shimmer, seemingly unresponsive to the spreading golden light.

Chen Xiaojun's will was highly focused, controlling the speed at which the Nine Yang True Qi was propelled, ensuring that it was gentle and harmless.

The golden light drew ever closer... it had already touched the edge of the invisible force field surrounding the cocoon of light... one could even "feel" the chilling aura emanating from the pulsating cocoon and the faint conflict between it and the pure yang true energy...

"No... movement?" Chen Xiaojun asked in a barely audible voice, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

The silence of the cocoon of light seemed to confirm the absolute opposition between Yin and Yang, which is irreconcilable.

However, just as the golden, warm current was about to touch the outermost edge of the cocoon of light—

hum!
The black and red cocoon suddenly trembled!
This time it was a... subtle "tremor" with a strange rhythm.

Immediately afterward, under Chen Xiaojun's highly focused "gaze," the deepest crack on the surface of the cocoon quietly opened a tiny gap... cautiously and tentatively "sucking."

Hiss...

An extremely thin, almost invisible golden thread was precisely "extracted" from the pervasive Nine Yang True Qi!

It was like a gentle golden snake, winding and being gently pulled and drawn by the invisible suction force emanating from the crack.

The speed was more than a hundred times slower than when it was absorbing negative energy before!
The scale and momentum were negligible, almost silent!

That posture was full of caution, and could even be described as... "refined".

Like a gourmand accustomed to strong flavors trying a light and delicate soup for the first time, filled with curiosity and hesitation.

The golden threads of yang energy slowly and continuously seeped into the tiny crack, where they were quietly absorbed by the black and red cocoon of light.

Outside, inside a quiet room.

Chen Xiaojun, who was sitting cross-legged, had a very slight upward curve at the corner of his mouth.

The arc was faint, yet it resembled the first ray of sunlight breaking through the dark clouds.

Yin gives rise to Yang... indeed.

He... began to "eat".

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Time loses its meaning in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He was like the most patient shepherd, sensing the subtle changes and balance within.

Each subtle opening and closing of the cracks on the surface of the cocoon, each quiet inflow of golden threads, gave him a deeper understanding of the "Great Fate" principle of Yin giving rise to Yang.

This is like a tentative contact before taming and symbiosis.

After an unknown amount of time, the surging soul power in the sea of ​​consciousness gradually subsided, and the pulsation of the light cocoon returned to a deep and slow rhythm. However, after absorbing the Nine Yang True Qi, the black and red light seemed to be more restrained, faintly revealing a sense of warmth.

(End of this chapter)