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Chapter 1599: Chapter 667: Deadlock
This step of progress was immediate.
Ning Zhuo recalled the Yang Fish, and no longer only felt the vast Pure Yang essence inside that small fish. He immediately understood why the streak of golden light when the Yang Fish wagged its tail made one’s heart warm. It was not just emitting light and heat, but also exuding Yang Intent.
Ning Zhuo recalled Chun Yangzi taking his pulse and wondered why Chun Yangzi had so quickly discerned the nature of his Pure Yang Child Body. Now Ning Zhuo slightly understood that Chun Yangzi relied on Yang Intent for judgment, akin to flipping through a book with Divine Sense, yielding great results instantly.
Even when placed upon himself, he could discern a person’s breath, skin complexion, and the divine glow in their eyes to sense the amount of Yang Intent and see the balance of Yang Energy.
In his mind, Ning Zhuo again recalled the intelligence content about the Sun Raising Yang Locking Cloud Altar, and his eyes bore a pensive expression. "This piece of Feng Shui Treasure Land has indescribable Yang Dao mysteries, truly magnificent!"
Having already completed the Master-level Yang Dao realm, now Ning Zhuo was heading towards Grandmaster-level!
He could vaguely see the gate ahead of him.
"The Alchemy Dao realm has also reached Master Level."
Throughout generations, Pure Yang Ancestor Masters specialized in the "Pure Yang Pill Scripture." This Cultivation Technique cultivates the Pure Yang Path and also the Alchemy Dao!
Therefore, the True Intent contained within the Pure Yang Ancestor Master Pill encompasses the Yang Dao, Alchemy Dao, and Fire Path.
Ning Zhuo’s original Alchemy Dao was merely at the craftsman level.
He could follow the Elixir Recipe and complete the standard procedure like following a blueprint, steadily refining qualified Elixir Pills, watching the fire, washing materials, controlling the furnace, adhering to conventions.
But now, when asked to refine Yang Attribute Elixirs, he could modify the rigid Elixir Recipe to be more suitable.
"The transformation of the medicine’s properties is like the change in fire control, crucial in where the fire control points as the sword tip..." Ning Zhuo’s eyes showed an understanding, like the moon emerging through cloud layers.
A Master in Alchemy Dao values experiential sense, akin to a musician recognizing tones.
In the furnace, whether the properties are stifled, unsubstantial, rising, conflicting, or merging like a mixture of five flavors, one must perceive it through the sound of the furnace, pill fragrance, fire color, and cloud smoke, comparable to a doctor diagnosing by looking, listening, asking, and feeling.
A Master optimizes processes, adjusts Elixir Recipes, retaining some craftsman quality but achieving proficiency that creates wonder, as if a poem finding its rhyme.
Ning Zhuo’s heart held a faint joy, yet his brows lightly knit simultaneously.
"The progress is slowing down more and more."
The Pure Yang Ancestor Master Pill, like the sun hanging in the sky, has a vast True Intent as boundless as the sea, never showing signs of drying up.
Ning Zhuo clearly felt his comprehension speed getting slower and slower.
His rate of progress, if spread, would be enough to shake the world. Yet Ning Zhuo had absorbed True Intent many times before without encountering such a situation.
"What is the reason for this?" The teenager was puzzled.
The battle between Chun Yangzi and Liang Ming had reached the third day.
The cultivators watching were unsurprised.
They had seen it from the first day of confrontation.
Liang Ming’s offensive was not forceful; he was fully executing some strategy. Whereas Chun Yangzi was wary of the Heaven-reaching Hook, obviously holding back his strength, constantly probing Liang Ming’s methods.
Outside, day rose and night fell, stars rotated, yet within the scene, the Noon Sky Sun Patrol Vehicle always hung over, trapping the combatants in an extended noon.
The Cloud Gathering and Sun Supplementing Lamp was lit once more by Chun Yangzi. The Red Jade Lamp was thin as a cicada’s wing, the thin purple-gold clouds inside swayed like a candle flickering in the wind.
The dawn-like radiance shone on his face, slightly warming the pale color of his lips.
This lamp had already been employed for the third time, with every lighting consuming the dawn clouds collected within the lamp. In a usual short battle, the Cloud Gathering and Sun Supplementing Lamp would allow Chun Yangzi to burst several rounds consecutively. However, this battle dragged on too long, so long that even the stored dawn clouds seemed meager.
Liang Ming observed this and muttered, "Chun Yangzi, how much longer can you hold on?"
Chun Yangzi’s voice was indifferent, "How long can your blood keep flowing?"
Liang Ming smiled softly, a sound like sandpaper scraping iron.
He raised a hand to his chest, where the Magic Treasure Guixu Heart Covering Lid emerged.
The small Black Earth Lid, like a pill furnace lid, hovered above his heart.
Then, Liang Ming forcefully slapped his chest, spitting out a mouthful of dull yellow Essence Blood.
The Essence Blood fell to the ground and was immediately drawn by the roots of three Yin Tombs, akin to tree roots absorbing water, swiftly restoring much of the Yin Tombs.
Above Liang Ming’s head, the Nascent Soul reappeared, and he lifted the Earth Talisman for the fourth time: "Grey Fetus wraps fire, the familiar earth nourishes the tomb. I invite the Grey Fetus Corpse Mother to guard my fourth tomb!"
The southern stone platform suddenly swelled, the ground convulsing as if in spasms.
Chun Yangzi snorted coldly, having long been prepared, immediately unleashing spells and Magic Treasures, launching a furious offensive storm.
Liang Ming’s forming of this tomb was exceedingly difficult!
The freshly gathered Grey Fetal Tomb Soil was continuously rolled and burned.
The Gray Embryo Earth Robe on his body had already become tattered beyond repair. This gray-white long robe was made from old burial soil mixed with fetal membrane, its surface wet and cold, dull as old corpse cloth, now in a miserable state.
Liang Ming did not shy away, stepping into the tomb soil himself as the foundation of the tomb.
The Nascent Soul’s Earth Talisman’s light fell, finally raising a rounded Yin Tomb.
The tomb mound was covered with a gray-white fetal membrane, expanding and contracting like fetal breathing.
The Grey Fetus Corpse Mother rose from behind the tomb. This little god of the Netherworld had a high, swollen belly like a hanging cauldron, and a slender body like withered vines, her face devoid of eyes, only a giant mouth split across to the ears.
Her hair, like a mass of wet, cold black threads, dragged on the ground, each step leaving a layer of gray-white fetal membrane as if shedding a snake’s skin.
In the next moment, she opened her mouth and wept! Initially sounding like an infant, then like an elderly woman, and finally resembling countless women’s painful cries during childbirth, her voice incredibly piercing.
Chun Yangzi quickly sealed his ears, while the scriptures on his Red Gold Taoist Robe burned one after another like starfire, suddenly igniting, making him seem as if he were bathing in flames.
Three thousand scriptures burn with fire!
Any attack landing on his Taoist Robe would be repelled by Pure Yang Flames.
The sonic attack tide of the Grey Fetus Corpse Mother immediately triggered a flame backlash. Yet, it did not interrupt the sonic assault, like a puppet devoid of pain.
Chun Yangzi quickly noticed the anomaly: "Hmm? You can actually borrow my fire to nourish your earth!"
Liang Ming coughed twice, blood trickling from the corners of his lips: "This is to generate earth with fire. Since you took the initiative to battle, naturally I was well prepared. The Grey Fetus Corpse Mother is specifically targeted!"
Chun Yangzi decisively halted the Three Thousand Scripture Burning Fire technique.
There was no choice; the more fiercely the flames burned, the more soil covered the Yin Tomb, which instead was aiding the enemy.
Chun Yangzi, distressed by the lack of information, moved his thoughts and activated the Bright Heart Evil Mirror.
The mirror light shone on the Grey Fetus Corpse Mother, revealing a greenish-black stillborn fetus inside its belly, visible to outsiders as an infant’s shadow curled within. Around the infant was an aura filled with dark yellow tomb soil.
When the mirror light continued towards Liang Ming, it was blocked by the Guixu Heart Covering Lid.
This Magic Treasure evidently had counter effects too.
The Bright Heart Evil Mirror was suppressed, the colors within the mirror muddied like swirling mud water, and the black spots on the edge expanded slightly.
Chun Yangzi turned the mirror surface towards himself—to illuminate himself and calm his heart.
The mirror light fell upon his face and reached his heart, illuminating and dispelling all agitation, anxiety, and various distractions.
The golden light in Chun Yangzi’s eyes became more concentrated, his thoughts as swift as lightning, and he made an important decision.
He took out the Three-hour Sun Dial Plate, causing himself to hover in depth.
On the small golden plate’s surface, the three scales of dawn, noon, and dusk lit up simultaneously.
Chun Yangzi’s Mana, Divine Sense, and even Essence Blood rapidly and significantly decreased, and almost the next moment, three Yang Bodies emerged from his back.
The Rising Sun Body had a gentle countenance, palms full of vitality, mastering the Cloud Gathering and Sun Supplementing Lamp, capable of replenishing its own morning glow.
The Noon Sun Body burned strongest with fire intent, surrounded by golden-red flames rushing towards the Grey Fetus Yin Tomb.
The Dusk Sun Body, calm in expression, held a Talisman Seal in its palm, attacking Liang Ming.
Liang Ming repeatedly retreated, the cries of the Grey Fetus Corpse Mother suddenly intensified and broke as the two Netherworld Little Gods joined hands!
Boom boom boom...
Both sides were once again locked in fierce battle.
Thus went another two days and nights.
Liang Ming, with his body scorched twice as much, saw his Nascent Soul languish, and countless pounds of Nascent Soul Level Treasure Material Yin Soil were scattered.
The Rising Sun Body of Chun Yangzi dispersed into golden clouds. The Noon Sun Body rushed into the Grey Fetus Tomb, making a suicide attack, and explosively blasted open a large hole on the tomb top.
The Dusk Sun Body entangled with Liang Ming, and was directly cut in half by a ferocious sweep of Liang Ming’s Yellow Spring Shovel.
Up to now in the battle, all three Yang Bodies of Chun Yangzi had already fallen several times.
His Cloud Gathering and Sun Supplementing Lamp was almost depleted, the black spots on the Bright Heart Evil Mirror deepened like ink stains, and the Three Thousand Scripture Burning Fire had repeatedly burnt, rendering the inscription on his Red Gold Daoist Robe visibly faded.
Liang Ming continuously exhausted the Cloud Gathering and Sun Supplementing Lamp with the Grey Fetus Corpse Mother and Light-Hiding Tomb Woman, also letting the Old Official Furi shoot Yin Nails to disrupt the light path of the Noon Sky Divine Vehicle.
His Nascent Soul reappeared overhead, once again lifting the Earth Talisman, his voice like the sound of dry branches breaking: "Mirror reflecting evil thoughts, evil thoughts eroding the mirror. Please, Erosion Mirror Nether Official, guard my fifth tomb!"
On the southeast stone terrace, a Black Earth Mirror rose from a crack, its surface coarse as unpolished stone, unable to reflect a clear human face, only revealing the murky, heavy, and secret matters of the heart.
From within the mirror, a Nether Official devoid of facial features stepped out slowly, his face as smooth as a clay board, with a smaller black earth mirror embedded in his chest, his robe hanging heavily as if soaked in mud.
The Erosion Mirror Nether Official silently raised his hand, and the mirror light of the Bright Heart Evil Mirror was immediately absorbed, leaving no trace of reverberation.
In contrast, the black spots on the Bright Heart Evil Mirror expanded rapidly, resembling black ink soaking into a sheet of Xuan Paper.
The mirror body quivered slightly, almost whimpering.
Chun Yangzi had to put away the Treasure Mirror, bringing out the Burning Night Returning Light Sword, while simultaneously employing the Nine Yang Locking Finger.
Liang Ming recklessly squandered his Mana, and all five Yin Tombs joined to flank Chun Yangzi.
The Bone-carrying Child hurled broken bone hidden weapons, the Light-Hiding Tomb Woman swung a Black Lamp to steal sunlight, the Old Official Furi flipped through the tattered Yin Book to guide remaining nails, the Fetal Corpse Mother spread a thick fetal membrane, absorbing Yang Fire.
Lastly, the Erosion Mirror Nether Official continued using the black mirror to shine on Chun Yangzi, causing his soul to sway with endless worries.
The protection of the Five Tombs granted Liang Ming’s assault a grander momentum, making it at least not utterly suppressed in terms of imposing force.
Chun Yangzi once again activated the Golden Crow Carrying Pill Ring.
The Treasure Ring left his body, transforming into a Three-legged Golden Crow.
Chun Yangzi pulled out an Elixir Pill, clear as ice with a red gold ring circling its shell.
It was the Bright Heart Yang Stable Pill.
The Three-legged Golden Crow held the Pill in its mouth, charging towards the fifth Yin Tomb, causing a colossal explosion, burying the Erosion Mirror Nether Official in grey dust.
Seizing this opportunity, Chun Yangzi launched the second patrol of the Noon Sky Sun Patrol Vehicle.
A rolling heatwave pressed down, the sunlight so blinding that one could scarcely keep their eyes open. The tomb soil on the field cracked loudly like parched earth, and the Erosion Mirror Nether Official first showed signs of faltering, with fine cracks appearing on the surface of the mirrored chest.
"Chance!" Chun Yangzi seized this flaw, and the Burning Night Returning Light Sword flew out, a streak of light bisecting the Erosion Mirror Nether Official.
The Burning Night Returning Light Sword circled about half the area, heading towards Liang Ming.
Liang Ming had been vigilant, immediately tossing out a clay figurine to shield himself from this strike, avoiding severe injury from the flying sword.
"The second one." Liang Ming sighed inwardly.
Such clay figurines, accumulated until now, he had only five of them in total.
Chun Yangzi’s formidable combat power was overwhelmingly dominant; Liang Ming fought with all his might, and with what had been consumed thus far, his reserves were painfully dwindled.