Chapter 943: Refining the Yin-Yang Magnetic Pole Divine Light

After repeatedly thanking Shenji Tianjun, Jiang Ding asked about the situation in Jiao Mingyu.

This unknown immortal civilization weighed heavily on everyone’s mind, causing constant unease; those with weaker mental fortitude even developed demonic obsessions, unable to enter cultivation, forced to use spells to seal their memories just to live normally.

“Everything is normal.”

Shenji Tianjun pondered for a moment, after verifying Jiang Ding’s confidentiality level multiple times, said: “The shadow demon abyss’s hidden disciples have not been discovered—or at least, none have been captured. They are quietly embedded within the bodies and spiritual souls of lower-tier cultivators from the fox clans, stone-people clans, and other hundred tribes of Jiao Mingyu, merely observing, not causing any abnormalities in their hosts or actively seeking intelligence.”

“The Shadow Demon Abyss is highly professional in this regard; our intelligence department has learned much from them.”

Jiang Ding agreed.

For external reconnaissance and infiltration, safety is paramount; do not rush. Over time, as the infiltrating cultivators age, fall ill, and die, many things will naturally unfold—no need to overcomplicate.

“Among them, the Shadow Demon Heir and several Shadow Demon Abyss lineage disciples are embedded within the spiritual souls of lower-tier cultivators of the Jiao Demon Imperial Clan, preparing to experience the entire life of their host, only shifting to a newborn Jiao Demon Imperial Clan infant with the highest potential upon the host’s death, repeating this cycle endlessly.”

“The Shadow Demon Abyss’s plan is that, if conditions permit, they should ideally pass through the births, lives, illnesses, and deaths of over ten generations of cultivators to naturally infiltrate the upper echelons of the Jiao Demon Imperial Clan and obtain more precise intelligence.”

“The ideal outcome would be for the Shadow Demon Heir’s host to be a prodigy who ultimately breaks through his bottleneck and ascends to become a Jiao Demon Imperial Clan Emperor.”

“Their patience is exceptional—even when other greats urge action, the Shadow Demon Abyss’s greats unhesitatingly refuse. Their professionalism is high; no reckless orders are given.”

Shenji Tianjun did not hesitate to praise, holding great admiration for the Shadow Demon Abyss’s operational standards.

“I hope so.”

Jiang Ding echoed the same hope.

Though the eight greats were Kuang , they would not rush over hundreds or thousands of years—their patience was unimaginably strong compared to ordinary cultivators, for such was the scale of their lives.

The two then discussed the research and application of Jin Zhi’s causal principles, especially their use in the Wan Hua Ci Yuan Jing and the Shang Zhen Dong Xuan Jin Jing.

The Nine Immortal Scriptures have always been half a step weaker than the Nine Great Immortal Sects’ cultivation methods.

This meant that under equal conditions, immortal sect cultivators had slightly lower magic power quality and lower chances of breaking through bottlenecks—a matter of their Dao path.

Jin Zhi’s causal principles, an immortal achievement derived from immortal arts, hold promise to elevate these two immortal scriptures to the next level, achieving breakthroughs; many immortal tianjun have participated.

“This project is difficult.”

Shenji

Tianjun sighed: “We’ve already produced results—several of them—but we cannot determine which is truly correct, or merely rushed and opportunistic. We’d best have a genuine Void Refinement classic to reference—even a mediocre one would suffice.”

“But we don’t have one.”

“Still, no matter. The Central Array Spirit Computer can verify for another few hundred years. If no issues arise, we simply begin cultivation. If wrong, we’ll just pave the way for future cultivators—every generation of immortal sect cultivators has walked this path; perhaps we are no exception.”

“There’s nothing else we can do.”

Jiang Ding felt a heavy weight in his heart.

Cultivation methods concern a cultivator’s entire life; if wrong, the Dao path may instantly darken—this is not something to be taken lightly, which is precisely why many tianjun hesitate and dare not cultivate even after the methods are created.

After chatting a while, they parted ways, returning to their own affairs.

Jiang Ding returned to the Taiyang Yuan within the Dayi Tianchi, blocking Yue Ling’s spiritual sense and vanishing.

In past cultivation, he often did this—sometimes to sleep without being seen, sometimes to practice swordplay, sometimes for no reason at all, ignoring Yue Ling’s objections and arbitrarily sealing his space.

Now, even Yue Ling’s will must knock and receive permission before entering Taiyang Yuan, ensuring absolute privacy within.

Many high-tier cultivators are like this; solitude is natural, nothing unusual.

……

Liudao Sect, the Six Dao Thrones.

A youth in blue robes opened his eyes, faintly crimson, his spiritual sense sweeping the surroundings; every movement unleashed a vast killing intent, freezing all things in icy stillness.

Jiang Ding’s gaze fell first upon the abyssal pool within the palace.

Within waves of yuan ci light, a deep blue yuan ci dragon flickered in and out; occasionally revealing a trace of aura, it completely prohibited all five-element spells within hundreds of li, finally manifesting its true form.

Yin-Yang Magnetic Pole Divine Light!

After over two hundred years of sufficient time, it had finally coalesced into form—ready for sword refinement.

“...kill...”

“...I am the god of heaven and earth... the spirit of heaven and earth...”

Sensing Jiang Ding’s gaze, a low, intermittent growl emerged from the blue spring, filled with fierce brutality and greed—aware of a perfect vessel, one it could seize to achieve its own breakthrough and growth.

This was a newly born mountain deity, naturally born and nurtured, unaware of how to conceal its desires; if it wanted, it wanted—take it directly, kill directly.

“...a naturally born mountain spirit?...”

Jiang Ding was astonished: “You dare to birth your own will within my Yin-Yang Yuan Ci Divine Light, seeking to steal my possession?”

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“Who gave you this confidence?”

Such natural deities—spirits formed from mountains and rivers—were said to be the earliest immortal lifeforms, of high rank, born at the Soul Transformation realm, with primitive methods, often replaced later by more intelligent and diligent beings as the world evolved.

“Kill!”

The will within the pool suddenly sensed its bindings lifted, filled with ecstatic joy.

It roared, transforming into a yuan ci dragon that forbade all five-element laws of heaven and earth, lunging toward the blue-robed youth upon the throne; its attack carried the nature of light, arriving instantly—deadly even among Soul Transformation cultivators; a moment’s inattention could lead to its innate power sealing them, leaving them helpless.

“Good.”

“You’re capable.”

Jiang Ding nodded, not underestimating; with a metallic chime, he drew his sword.

He drew the sword—and returned it to its scabbard.

No swordlight seemed to have appeared; only a clear, ethereal sword chime echoed through the palace.

“I am the mountain’s yuan ci deity...”

The yuan ci dragon forged from Yin-Yang Magnetic Pole Divine Light roared forward, its massive pupils glowing with the most primal killing intent.

Yet its body suddenly stiffened, freezing mid-air.

An invisible, searing pain erupted within it, instantly draining all power, leaving its body weightless, stumbling.

It tried to speak, but its vision darkened, losing all sensation.

The massive, mountain-sized yuan ci dragon body collapsed instantly.

In its place remained only a swirling, twisting, rotating Yin-Yang Magnetic Pole Divine Light, emitting a faint aura that sealed the five elements.