All cultivators who had ever entered the Yin-Yang Sea vividly remember the events that transpired there. The emergence of the Dragon Sun-Moon Chaos Tower, one of the ten divine artifacts, drew countless top-tier powerhouses to vie for it, only for them to ultimately flee in disarray.
According to Little Black, if that taboo figure hadn’t been averse to killing, no one would have left the Yin-Yang Sea alive.
Since then, the Yin-Yang Sea became a true forbidden zone, with no one daring to venture inside.
Years later, someone has emerged from the Yin-Yang Sea, and it’s a person who should have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years. This is undoubtedly shrouded in much eeriness.
With a flash, as Zhang Ruochen was deep in thought, a beam of holy light suddenly shot in from beyond the heavens.
Zhang Ruochen snapped back to reality and reached out to catch it.
“Ao Xinyan’s message.”
Glancing at the communication talisman in his hand, Zhang Ruochen’s expression grew slightly solemn.
Ao Xinyan’s message was brief, containing only one sentence, “Leader, come to the Yin-Yang Sea quickly. There’s an important matter where I need your help.”
“With that taboo figure presiding over the Yin-Yang Sea and awakened beings present, what could possibly require my assistance?” Zhang Ruochen couldn’t help but feel deeply curious.
Without hesitation, Zhang Ruochen inscribed a communication talisman and sent it out, inquiring about the specifics from Ao Xinyan.
Back when Zhang Ruochen’s three meridians were destroyed, and he left the Dragon Half-Human Clan, he had planned to return for the spatial teleportation array once his injuries healed.
However, Ao Xinyan later informed him that the taboo figure in the Yin-Yang Sea had intervened, relocating the entire Dragon Half-Human Clan to the ancestral land of the Dragon God Clan. That place was isolated from the world, making contact with the outside difficult.
Zhang Ruochen was naturally delighted for Ao Xinyan’s opportunity and didn’t rush to retrieve the spatial teleportation array. He trusted it was safe in her hands.
Unexpectedly, years passed in the blink of an eye, and now he finally received word from Ao Xinyan again.
Before long, Ao Xinyan replied.
“The situation in the Yin-Yang Sea is highly unusual, and it’s hard to explain clearly through a communication talisman. I had no choice but to ask for your help, Leader.”
Reading the contents of the talisman, Zhang Ruochen’s brows furrowed slightly. What could be so urgent to make Ao Xinyan this anxious?
Regardless, he couldn’t possibly refuse her at a time like this.
Immediately, Zhang Ruochen sent a message to Ao Xinyan, stating he would set out for the Yin-Yang Sea at once.
After a moment’s thought, Zhang Ruochen sent another communication talisman to Princess Bai Li at the Nine Li Palace, inquiring about the situation in the Yin-Yang Sea.
“I just received news that the Hell Realm has opened a spatial rift near the Yin-Yang Sea. Their forces are amassing on a large scale, likely with significant intentions.”
Princess Bai Li quickly relayed the information.
Upon learning this, Zhang Ruochen felt a sudden clarity. Ao Xinyan’s request for help must be related to the Hell Realm, though there were likely deeper reasons at play.
“Zhang Ruochen, what do you want with me? I’m busy studying the divine patterns of Phoenix Lake,” Little Black said, appearing with a displeased expression.
Zhang Ruochen’s face was serious as he said, “Come with me to the Yin-Yang Sea. Something major might be happening there.”
He then shared the intelligence he had just received and some of his speculations with Little Black.
“The Hell Realm is quite resourceful, managing to open a spatial rift near the Yin-Yang Sea. The resources expended must be immense. What’s their goal? Have they discovered the secrets hidden in the Yin-Yang Sea?”
“And how could that taboo figure in the Yin-Yang Sea allow the Hell Realm to extend its reach there? Has he left? Or has he fallen back into slumber?”
“Also, why is Ao Xinyan asking you to go to the Yin-Yang Sea now? What does she need help with? Is it related to the Hell Realm, or something else entirely?”
Little Black raised a barrage of questions.
Hearing this, Zhang Ruochen fell into deep thought. These were the same questions puzzling him, but for now, he had no clear answers.
To unravel these mysteries, it seemed the only way was to visit the Yin-Yang Sea in person.
With his current strength, he had little to fear.
Even if he encountered trouble, he was confident in his ability to protect himself.
“I feel the Yin-Yang Sea is a murky mess. Getting involved could bring no small amount of trouble. Zhang Ruochen, are you sure you want to wade into these waters?” Little Black asked gravely.
Zhang Ruochen understood Little Black’s concerns and said firmly, “This matter is of great importance and could pose a significant threat to the entire Kunlun Realm. It’s necessary to investigate.”
“Besides, I’ve already promised Ao Xinyan I’d help her, so I have to dive into these murky waters.”
Seeing Zhang Ruochen’s resolve, Little Black pondered briefly and said, “Alright, I’ll go with you.”
With the decision made, the two didn’t linger and set off immediately.
To reach the Yin-Yang Sea, one would typically start from the Eastern Region, enter the Savage Secret Realm, and use the spatial wormhole of the Dragon Half-Human Clan.
However, that route was too slow.
Zhang Ruochen thought of the Three-Eyed Ancient Clan woman, who had appeared in the Central Region and might know a faster path.
Thus, Zhang Ruochen and Little Black followed the woman’s aura, tracking her down.
The woman was incredibly fast, and it took pursuing her for tens of thousands of miles before Zhang Ruochen and Little Black finally caught sight of her.
“Please wait.”
Zhang Ruochen used a Great Spatial Shift, appearing instantly in front of the woman, standing in the clouds to block her path.
The woman in purple halted, her body radiating layers of holy light infused with ancient vigor, ready for combat. She said coldly, “You’ve chased me this far. What, still trying to take back the Three-Leaf Nine-Life Flower?”
As she spoke, a powerful aura emanated from her, laced with faint killing intent and hostility.
Zhang Ruochen chuckled lightly, “No misunderstanding. I mean no harm. I only wish to travel to the Yin-Yang Sea with you.”
“What are you going to the Yin-Yang Sea for?” the woman asked, her eyes showing a trace of wariness, unconvinced by his words.
“I’ll know what I need to do once I get there,” Zhang Ruochen said truthfully, as he still didn’t know what Ao Xinyan needed help with.
Who goes somewhere without even knowing why?
The woman sneered, even less convinced.
She saw through Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation level—Jie Tian Realm—a top-tier powerhouse, but she didn’t take him seriously.
“The Yin-Yang Sea is in a complicated state. Your strength is decent, but going there might mean no return. I advise you to abandon the idea.”
Clearly, the woman didn’t know Zhang Ruochen or his recent feats of dominating the Kunlun Realm. Otherwise, she wouldn’t underestimate him so.
It made sense—she had likely been in the Yin-Yang Sea since awakening, unaware of the outside world.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t argue, only insisting, “Thank you for the warning, but I have reasons I must go. Please lead the way.”
“If you’re seeking death, follow me,” the woman huffed coldly.
With that, she darted into the deep mountains.
She had warned him kindly, but since Zhang Ruochen insisted on going to the Yin-Yang Sea, she didn’t bother saying more. If he perished there, it wasn’t her fault.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t hesitate and, with Little Black, quickly followed.
As expected, the woman knew a shortcut to the Yin-Yang Sea. Deep in the forest, there was an ancient spatial teleportation array that could transport them directly near the Yin-Yang Sea.
Capable of such a vast distance, it was undoubtedly a realm-crossing teleportation array, far beyond what ordinary spatial cultivators could create.
Using this array, Zhang Ruochen, Little Black, and the woman soon teleported from the Central Region to the Savage Secret Realm.
“Brr, it’s freezing!”
Standing at the edge of the Yin-Yang Sea, Little Black shivered.
“The Yin-Yang Sea is even colder than before!”
Zhang Ruochen could clearly sense it too. In the past, while the Yin-Yang Sea was cold, its outer regions only posed a threat to cultivators below the Half-Saint level.
Now, it was entirely different. Even the outskirts could threaten top Saints and Saint Kings. What horrors awaited deeper inside?
Zhang Ruochen suspected that this terrifying transformation was likely the work of that taboo figure, making it so ordinary cultivators wouldn’t dare set foot there.
“The Yin-Yang Sea’s forbidden array is fully activated. Even a Great Saint could fall here.”
“Beyond the sea’s own dangers, there’s the threat from the Hell Realm. See that spatial rift? The Hell Realm’s Nether and Bone Clans are pouring in endlessly.”
“There are no shortage of top powerhouses among them. Encountering them likely won’t end well.”
The woman in purple remained aloof, her body constantly enveloped in holy light, never letting her guard down around Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen and Little Black looked up, their gazes fixed on the distant horizon, where a massive spatial rift came into view.
The rift, a thousand zhang long, was like a ferocious beast’s gaping maw, ready to devour everything.
Dense yin energy and dark aura emanated from the rift, filling the skies for tens of thousands of miles, with rolling dark clouds overhead, blotting out the sun.
Large numbers of Nether and Bone Clan cultivators guarded the rift, allowing no one to approach. Massive skeletons, as large as mountains, floated in the air, their eyes glowing with divine light as bright as suns.
Huge palaces drifted among the clouds, banners fluttering, figures flashing. Each palace radiated boundless energy fluctuations, like stars in the cosmos, clearly presided over by formidable powerhouses.
Even from hundreds of miles away, Zhang Ruochen could feel waves of terrifying, domineering energy.
With a loud crash, several massive creatures suddenly fell from the sky, shaking the earth violently.
They were enormous dragons, varied in form, each exuding a powerful aura. However, they were all gravely injured, barely able to move, let alone resist.
With a flash, several figures descended from a palace, pinning a dragon beneath their feet. The dragon let out a pained wail as its steel-like body was nearly crushed in two, a gruesome sight.
“The dragons that escaped earlier have all been recaptured. With them, we should be able to break part of the Yin-Yang Sea’s seals.”
A Nether Clan powerhouse said coldly.
He had twin horns, wore dragon-scale armor, and exuded an intense aura of dark curses.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze locked onto a black demonic dragon, a glint in his eyes. He was all too familiar with this dragon—it was the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Dragon, with whom he had significant past grievances.
The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Dragon, an ancient relic species, was once the top prodigy of the Kunlun Realm’s Dragon Clan, surpassing even the nine chosen heirs of the Saint Book Talent.
Though Zhang Ruochen didn’t recognize the other dragons, their powerful auras suggested they were top powerhouses from Ancestral Dragon Mountain.
From the Nether Clan powerhouse’s words, it seemed Ancestral Dragon Mountain had been overrun, with no dragons escaping.
“I get it. They must be planning to extract the divine dragon bloodlines from these dragons to weaken the Yin-Yang Sea’s sealing power.”
“All dragons, to varying degrees, carry some divine dragon bloodline. Accumulated together, the bloodline power of all of Ancestral Dragon Mountain is no small matter.”
Little Black said with sudden realization.
Zhang Ruochen frowned slightly. The Hell Realm was going to great lengths—opening a spatial rift and capturing all of Ancestral Dragon Mountain’s dragons. What exactly were they plotting?
As he pondered, a pitch-black warship emerged from the Yin-Yang Sea, massive and ferocious, shaped like a Taotie.
The ship carried numerous Nether Clan cultivators, all above the Saint King Realm, none weak.
On the deck, the massive corpses of dragons were strikingly visible.
The dragon corpses were completely desiccated, drained of all blood.
“Though these dragons are lowly, far inferior to the Dragon God Clan, they’re still useful. Their thin divine dragon bloodlines allowed us to break the seal on an island, yielding great gains. Breaking into True Dragon Island is within reach.”
An elderly-looking Nether Clan powerhouse laughed heartily.
“If it’s feasible, take all the dragons to True Dragon Island to rendezvous with the lords,” the twin-horned Nether Clan powerhouse said gravely.
As he spoke, he grabbed several injured dragons and tossed them onto the black warship.
The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Dragon’s eyes burned with rage and sorrow, but it was powerless. As the heir of Ancestral Dragon Mountain, watching its downfall was unbearably cruel.
“Damn them, they’re targeting True Dragon Island,” the woman in purple said, her expression icy.
Little Black pondered and said, “True Dragon Island is said to be the ancestral land of the Dragon God Clan, housing countless treasures and reportedly a rare supreme treasure. Is the Hell Realm after it?”
Much about the Dragon God Clan was legendary, with little confirmed. Little Black had only heard by chance that the clan possessed a supreme treasure that even gods would covet.
“We absolutely cannot let them breach True Dragon Island. I wonder if Ao Xinyan has contacted the Kunlun Realm’s top powerhouses,” the woman in purple said, a trace of anxiety in her eyes.
She wanted to act against these Hell Realm powerhouses but was clearly hesitant.
Hearing this, Zhang Ruochen’s heart stirred. Ao Xinyan had contacted others besides him? What was going on?
