At the foot of the mountain, the crowd stood watching, each lost in their own thoughts.
Inside the mountain, Yang Kai felt his own power erupting, and his expression turned grim!
The greatest amount of power any warrior could possess was the limit their physical body could withstand. The Transcendent Realm had its limits, and the Sacred Realm had its own.
But this limit meant nothing to Yang Kai, because his cultivation technique was unique, and his body was unique.
The True Yang Technique he cultivated meant that once the yang-attributed energy in his body reached saturation, it would transform into Yang Liquid and be stored in his dantian, ready to be detonated and used when needed.
And the special nature of the Proud Bone Golden Body allowed it to contain unimaginable, terrifying power.
These were Yang Kai's two great reservoirs of power, incomparable to any other warrior's — one could say his stored power was limitless.
And now, Yang Kai had thrown open both reservoirs.
The unimaginable evil power stored within the Proud Bone Golden Body erupted in an instant. To mitigate the erosion of that evil energy on his will and body, Yang Kai simultaneously detonated drop after drop of Yang Liquid.
Evil energy and Yang Yuan surged violently from both reservoirs, crashing into each other like a breached dam, threatening to swallow the entire mountain peak.
The sheer magnitude of that power made even Yang Kai's heart clench with dread — it had far surpassed the limits his physical body could endure, exceeding its capacity by a hundredfold, a thousandfold...
Every fiber of flesh in his body convulsed and writhed, blood surging rapidly beneath his skin. The tremendous power erupting outward caused Yang Kai's skin to crack inch by inch, golden blood flowing from within to repair his wounds over and over, only for the healed flesh to split open again — a cycle that seemed to have no end.
Yet Yang Kai's mind remained calm. He focused on sensing the two forces inside his body, comprehending their patterns of flow, penetrating their laws, and glimpsing their true essence.
Time trickled by. More and more evil energy and Yang Yuan spilled out, dissolving in their collisions.
As they dissolved, Yang Kai's understanding of these two forces deepened with every passing moment.
His divine sense spread like a tide, carefully sensing every disturbance. He had never before imagined that when these two forces dwelling within him encountered each other, they would produce such wondrous transformations.
Those streams of power seemed to possess lives of their own, all whispering secrets into Yang Kai's ear. As if baring their innermost truths, he seemed to see flowers bloom and wither, tides rise and fall — cycle after cycle of reincarnation.
Yang Kai's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and confidence swelled in his heart.
He paid no heed to the collision and dissolution of his power, sustaining this state with himself positioned at the very center of both forces, attaching his entire consciousness to the evil energy and Yang Yuan.
He was like an outsider, standing apart, silently observing everything.
A very long time passed. Suddenly, a wondrous feeling arose within him.
It seemed only now had he truly grasped the key to power and come to understand its true essence.
His expression shifted, and he began circulating the Yin-Yang Union Art. Using it as a foundation, he guided the evil energy and Yang Yuan that had scattered outside his body to return within.
Billions of pores across his body flared open, and in an instant his torso became a bottomless pit. The two dispersed forces, drawn by his call, obediently flowed back.
On their way, they heeded Yang Kai's command — no longer hostile and repelling each other, they instead began to merge, undergoing changes that filled him with delight.
Sensing these subtle transformations, Yang Kai's expression grew pleased, and he guided them with even greater effort.
At the foot of the mountain, the crowd was heatedly debating whether Yang Kai would live or die when suddenly He Miao exclaimed, "Something's changed!"
No reminder was needed. Everyone felt the shift in the atmosphere between heaven and earth, and their gazes snapped toward the mountain peak.
What met their eyes left them frozen on the spot, jaws agape.
Before, the entire mountain peak had been split in two by the opposing forces — one side shrouded in scorching power, blazing with golden light, the other engulfed in evil energy, pitch-black and boundless.
But now, everyone could sense that the two forces were slowly drawing toward each other, as if they shared a mutual attraction, and that even when brought together and merged, no conflict would arise.
"Could he really have pulled it off?" The Ghost Ancestor wore a peculiar expression as his divine sense shot into the mountain. A moment later, he couldn't help but curl his lip and let out a soft snort. "This kid..."
He had clearly found the correct method and comprehended the mystery of his own power. Given enough time to continue, he could truly — as his earlier joke had suggested — fuse those two vastly different powers together.
The Ghost Ancestor realized he had underestimated Yang Kai's capabilities and couldn't help but feel a trace of admiration and envy creep across his face.
His earlier words had been nothing more than offhand remarks, thinking Yang Kai could strive toward this direction in the future, spending decades, centuries, or even longer to achieve it.
—Provided he could live that long.
Who would have thought that Yang Kai had accomplished it in barely any time at all.