The Yin-Yang Wheel appeared suddenly and vanished just as suddenly.
The fireworks from earlier felt like nothing more than a dream. The night sky remained still, the moonlight and starlight quietly spilling over Yun Jin.
Everyone stared at her, dazed.
Just moments ago, they'd felt as if they were being enveloped by some indescribable power. Apart from that divine presence, their minds had been blank.
Now that the Yin-Yang Wheel had disappeared, their senses slowly returned—and so did a creeping terror. One by one, they lifted their gazes toward Yun Jin in the sky, shock flickering in their eyes.
That terrifying presence just now… had she summoned it?
That Yin-Yang Wheel seemed to share a mysterious connection with the technique she'd just been cultivating. That thing could control the stars themselves. Thousands of stars had turned into fireworks, as if celebrating something.
But what exactly were they celebrating?
Were they celebrating Yun Jin's success in entering that unknown cultivation art?
Her technique truly looked extraordinary, but could simply reaching entry level cause such an earth-shaking phenomenon? That couldn't be logical, could it?
Or maybe… they were wrong.
Maybe all of it was just a coincidence.
But the same intertwining of black and white, that same Yin-Yang aura—it was impossible not to think deeper about it.
Lin Xiao stared at Yun Jin, his fear soaring. Setting aside whether the Yin-Yang Wheel had anything to do with Yun Jin, He detected a subtle threat emanating from her. A Unity stage cultivator already posed a threat to him? Lin Xiao's expression became inscrutable.
This change had only occurred after Yun Jin had entered the technique.
What kind of technique was this?
At first, he thought it resembled the Wandao Saint's Yin-Yang Codex.
But,
Though powerful, the Yin-Yang Codex was not this exaggerated. Yun Jin's technique seemed born from the Yin-Yang Codex but multiplied in power beyond measure.
Inside Yun Jin's mind, the Tianpo Sword was stunned.
The entire sword felt... broken inside.
Two days. It had been barely two days!
A millennium ago, in places like Wushuang Sect, filled with geniuses, no one else had entered the Codex.
But the Young Master?
She did it in two days?
No, it was more than just entering.
His old master had only seen the Yin-Yang Wheel once in his lifetime, and that single encounter had inspired the creation of the Yin-Yang Codex.
He spent the rest of his life searching for it again, hoping to once more feel that supreme power.
But no matter how far he cultivated, no matter how close he came to perfection, the Yin-Yang Wheel never appeared again.
The old master spent his whole life chasing it
In the Young Master's words, the Master's efforts could be called a ultimate simp.
He licked and licked, and in the end, still failed to win his goddess's favor.
And now?
The young master hadn't even looked for it. She just casually achieved entry-level mastery, and the goddess the Master sought but never obtained came running over on her own initiative, eagerly delivering herself.
Not only did she deliver herself, her attitude was incredibly enthusiastic, setting off fireworks and radiating goodwill!
Wasn't this just throwing herself at her?
Tian Po Sword felt heartbreak for its Master.
Its voice trembled: "Young Master, the Yin-Yang Codex you practiced seems different from what I gave you?"
Yun Jin nodded casually: "Yes. I made a few adjustments."
Tian Po Sword fell silent. It had shut itself off. It really was foolish.
Despite countless previous lessons,
Why did it still worry about Yun Jin? Why had it followed her for days? Now it was stimulated again! It had thought the Young Master struggled and worried these past days.
Instead,
The Young Master had pulled a major trick!
She was not struggling to enter; she thought the previous Yin-Yang Codex was insufficient! In just two days, she had worked on statues, organized a gathering, improved the Codex, and still entered the technique. The improved Codex was clearly stronger, even drawing the goddess the Master could not attain willingly.
"Master, oh Master! Look at your treatment; Tian Po's heart aches for you!"
"After the improvements, the power has increased greatly. But there is one weakness," Yun Jin said regretfully.
"What weakness?" Tian Po Sword perked up.
Indeed.
The Master had meditated for a hundred years to create the Codex. If the Young Master spent only two days improving it and it had no weakness, it would be absurd.
"The entry stage is harder," Yun Jin sighed. "Within a millennium, few could hope to enter."
Tian Po Sword went silent.
What kind of weakness is that?
The stronger a technique, the harder it is to enter. This is common sense. The Master's Yin-Yang Codex had already made it almost impossible for a second cultivator to enter, let alone this improved version.
Tian Po Sword was speechless. It quietly sank into Yun Jin's sea of consciousness. Next time, even if it died, it would never worry about the Young Master again. It was old, emotional, and prone to rust!
"Senior Tian Po? Senior Tian Po? What's wrong? Why are you suddenly silent?" Yun Jin called with concern. With no reply, she could only show a regretful expression.
Fine for now. At least Tian Po Sword had given 500 Emotional Value and 50 consecutive attacks! She would nurture it a bit before extracting more.
Yun Jin bowed to the statue: "Borrowing the Fairy's shoulder, I absorbed the essence of the sun and moon. Yun Jin is deeply grateful. If the Fairy has instructions, Yun Jin will not refuse."
Yun Jin's expression was serious.
The statue, not foolish, surely understood her intention. mA perfunctory flattery would no longer suffice.
Yun Jin gave a sincere promise. She did not expect an immediate response. Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, a gentle voice echoed in her mind.
"Good. I happen to have a request."
Yun Jin froze.
She stared at the statue in shock.
She had no regret.
Yet,
The statue did not wait a moment. It felt as if it expected her to speak first.
Suddenly, Yun Jin sensed something. She extended her hand. The next moment, a tiny measuring ruler appeared in her palm. Her pupils constricted sharply.
The four Great Holy Lands each possessed a divine artifact.
Few had seen them, but their forms were recorded in texts.
This miniature ruler was unmistakably the Qingxiao Pavilion's divine artifact, the Earth Ruler.
In front of Yun Jin, the figure of an incomparable beauty appeared.
Though clearly present, her image seemed ephemeral. Yun Jin could see her face clearly, yet recalling it left no impression. Everything about her was vague, yet everyone who saw her felt she was a peerless beauty.
The Fairy softly said: "I have severed your communications. Our conversation today must not be known to anyone else."