[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-92":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Pure Yang!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2267192,4427,"Chapter 92: The Divine One Splits into Three, Devours the Fierce God","pure-yang-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>The sun and moon burn away human life; the twelve ghosts rest still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look up and see the void; everywhere, ghostly curses echo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqi stood Hengli  at the village’s edge, his towering form shrouded in mist; at this moment, his eyes glowed with terrifying brilliance, as if he were no longer human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, within the mist, twelve terrifying shadows flickered unpredictably, as if each might leap free at any instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the twelve figures, some were hunched and bent, like ancient men on the brink of death, their long beards lashing the air like whips…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others were massively built, over three meters tall, horns sprouting from their heads, grotesque and dreadful…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were slender and seductive, their waists swaying like flowing rivers, fingers twitching wildly like succubi…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans have a thousand faces; ghosts have ten thousand forms. He who masters the foremost of these forms is the Ghost Marshal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump… thump…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A series of terrifying sounds emerged from the thick mist, like drums pounding, like a human heartbeat—yet within this Yin Ghost Form, vitality surged fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yin governs the earth, forming the Golden Core’s curse; by the River of Life and Death, ghosts hide their hearts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Guanchen’s aged face trembled violently; he stared fixedly at Xiong Sanqi, unable to believe his own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Ghost Marshal—the aura behind Xiong Sanqi was unquestionably a Ghost Marshal, and purer, more terrifying than the one the Xiong family had ever forged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, there were twelve of them!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible… how could this be?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Baoping nearly screamed, desperately denying the reality before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xiong family’s foundation was immense; after expending the entire clan’s strength over decades, they had managed to forge only one Ghost Marshal, kept hidden within the clan as their ultimate weapon against Xiong Sanqi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was one reason Xiong Baoping had felt so secure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqi was no longer the Xiong Sanqi of old…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither was the Xiong family the same as it once was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had believed the gap between them had been erased; yet the truth was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He… how could this madman… how did he accomplish this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Twelve Ghost Marshals… is he seeking to revive the Ancestor’s glory, to tower above the Yin Mountain lineage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiong Sanqi… this monster… what kind of monster has the Xiong family birthed? Is this blessing or curse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trembling voices rose from the Xiong family’s elite; at this moment, they felt an unprecedented despair—a despair like falling into an abyss, beyond redemption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This abyss was Xiong Sanqi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I finally underestimated you…” Xiong Guanchen sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words seemed to drain every ounce of his strength; his figure grew even more hunched, truly resembling an old man on the verge of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was the foundation of our Xiong family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Guanchen gazed helplessly at the swirling black mist above, as if pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Ghost Marshal consumed the Xiong family’s heart and soul; with him, the clan’s future was secure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, you’re old,” Xiong Sanqi said, expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a strange roar erupted from the mist behind him; one of the figures flicked its fingers, its nails elongating, twisting, curling into a vast net that swept toward the dark cloud above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xiong family’s Ghost Marshal sensed grave danger, coalescing into a single mass and turning to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost simultaneously, the nail-net, wrapping from all directions, forcibly imprisoned the ink-cloud Ghost Marshal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You cannot—!” Xiong Baoping’s face turned ashen; he shrieked in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the words left his lips than the twelve eerie figures behind Xiong Sanqi, like sharks scenting blood, lunged toward the condensed ink mass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chorus of chilling cries rose from the ink cloud—like tearing paper, mixed with women’s wailing, and beastly roars…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xiong family’s elite fell into eerie silence; they stared wide-eyed, their spiritual senses observing the scene, their eyes filled only with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the condensed ink cloud was violently torn apart, as if ripped by five horses; foul-smelling red fluid rained down onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon contact with the soil, it turned black and charred; grass withered instantly; insects and worms beneath the earth scrambled out in frenzy, rotting away in moments, dissolving into blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the sky, the twelve figures swayed like revelers at a feast, greedily absorbing the scattered, stinking fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s over…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Baoping’s face turned deathly pale; he seemed to lose all spirit in an instant, staring at Xiong Sanqi, aging decades before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew, for the rest of his life, he could never catch up to this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had become clan chief, he would never reach this man’s height.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Same old routine—slap him,” Xiong Sanqi said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, the Xiong family’s elite were stricken as if bereaved; the old nightmare surged back like a tide—but facing Xiong Sanqi’s cold gaze, a rapid series of slaps erupted: slap-slap-slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You made such a spectacle… just to find that little ghost who entered the ancestral hall?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Guanchen’s mood had sunk to its lowest; he had never imagined that over a mere child, Xiong Sanqi would break his vow, return to Yujing after a decade, and crush the Yin Mountain Xiong family with absolute dominance—destroying even the Ghost Marshal they had labored so hard to forge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All this commotion… just for that child!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is he?” Xiong Guanchen gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, are you senile? The more you know, the faster you die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqi’s gaze sharpened into a single line, fixed on the direction of the Xiong ancestral hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who he is… only he himself knows.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten years…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the sky, dark clouds gathered; a thunderbolt split the heavens, its roar drowning out Xiong Sanqi’s quiet mutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, within the Xiong ancestral hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Zhang Fan stepped inside, the bright candles flickered violently; the incense smoke scattered like mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ancestors of the Xiong family…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan gazed at the countless spirit tablets, their dim lights casting an eerie, sinister glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his gaze did not linger; it rose along the ancestral tablets to the highest shelf, where an ancient altar, long sealed in dust, rested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps by some unseen pull, the instant he saw the altar, Zhang Fan’s breath quickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the great night remains unlit, the demonic god may be resolved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The signature read: Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The note reappeared in Zhang Fan’s mind; he knew he was drawing closer to the truth…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth, once hidden in mist, rewritten by others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the great night remains unlit, the demonic god may be resolved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s gaze sharpened into a single line; his chest swelled violently; Yin Essence coalesced into a deadly aura, forming one qi, which he expelled with a sudden burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp crack echoed; the ancient altar at the highest shelf shattered instantly; the spirit tablets trembled violently; the candles all went out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, thick black mist spilled forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve finally come…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a voice—both familiar and alien—roared through Zhang Fan’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Inner Spiritual Vision!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Zhang Fan felt as if he had returned to that night ten years ago—total darkness, nothing visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet then, a faint light appeared before him, as if emerging from mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, a figure stepped forth; illuminated by the dim glow, his face was identical to Zhang Fan’s—yet his aura was colder, more ferocious, more chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s spiritual form stared at the familiar-yet-alien figure, speechless with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba was right—this demonic god truly looked exactly like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan spoke, instinctively raising his hand; as his trembling fingertip touched the demonic god, a flash of spiritual light surged—countless images, like data streams, flooded into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the great night remains unlit… when the great night remains unlit…” A cry shattered the night’s silence; before a desolate, ruined temple, an overturned incense burner sat, a boy seated cross-legged, his robes stained with blood, eyes tightly shut, black and white qi continuously leaking from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Changgeng… that little ghost was a disciple of Bai He Guan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, a burly man roared in shock—it was Xiong Sanqi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up sharply, toward a direction, and saw a white crane soaring into the sky, wings spread wide, carrying a boy on its back; his white Daoist robe was shredded, a grotesque wound covered in chilling black qi, nearly splitting his chest open, revealing his pounding heart, blood streaming endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That little ghost from Bai He Guan won’t survive either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it—he triggered the Great Night Unlit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mutual destruction… mutual destruction…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy voices thundered through the night; no one had expected that this generation of Bai He Guan had produced such a prodigy—beneath the Divine-Demon Sacred Embryo, he had summoned the Eternal Night Calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he gained no advantage either; such wounds would have killed any ordinary person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divine-Demon Sacred Embryo… if you live, one day we will meet again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More latest popular novels at \u002Fp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the back of the soaring white crane, the boy’s breath grew faint as a drifting thread, and slowly closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If that brat survives, he will surely become a great threat one day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness, a hoarse voice spoke, as if seeing far into the future, heavy with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the boy before the dilapidated ancient shrine let out a pained roar; torrents of black-and-white qi erupted and scattered from his body, his aura growing ever weaker, his nascent soul sinking into stillness, as if falling into eternal night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Divine-Magic Holy Embryo must enter the Great Night Unlit… His calamity has come,” growled Xiong Sanqi through gritted teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zong Laoda isn’t here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, another voice rang out through the night—mild yet urgent, unmistakably like Liu Fusheng’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if he were here, it would do no good. The Divine-Magic Holy Embryo: the great devours the small, the strong overpowers the weak… They are father and son, each other’s calamity… This is the second calamity of the Divine-Magic Holy Embryo!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That cold, hoarse voice came from the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy grew more agonized; the black-and-white qi within him drained completely. His eyes grew dim, as if on the verge of entering the calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is there no way? Not even a single way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Divine-Magic Holy Embryo belongs to legend… How could mortals lay claim to it? If this calamity were so easily overcome, it wouldn’t be the Divine-Magic Holy Embryo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Powerful auras surged through the boundless night, radiating intense anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew: once the Great Night Unlit arrived, there was no turning back, no escape possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the calamity of the Divine-Magic Holy Embryo—and also its curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom… boom… boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the boy’s body convulsed violently; his nascent soul leapt upward, detaching from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mysterious, ancient patterns surfaced upon his nascent soul, like cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the sky, black clouds churned, thunder rumbled—as if heaven itself had erupted in wrathful punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is…” Xiong Sanqi’s eyes widened in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three Corpses Mirroring Fate, the Divine Separation Art… Li Linglong, how dare you pass this art to your son!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a furious roar echoed from the sky; lightning flashed, and something colossal seemed to surge through the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Long!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness, the hoarse voice spoke again, sharp with lethal intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great treason against the heart! Great treason against the heart!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the sky, the furious roar grew even more terrifying; the colossal form surged through the clouds, scattering layers of lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Twelve Zodiacs place humanity first—because humans possess the power to suppress the Twelve Zodiacs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a light, casual voice emerged from the boundless night—gentle and melodic, yet unafraid of slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the colossal form in the sky vanished as if it had never been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the black clouds churned more violently; bolts of lightning surged like wild dragons, tearing through the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the ruined shrine, the boy’s nascent soul let out a pained roar. A bolt of lightning descended—like heaven’s wrath—striking the nascent soul directly, igniting waves of fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blazing fire spread along the mysterious patterns on the nascent soul, carrying irreversible damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Divine Separation Art is no trivial matter. To cultivate it invites heavenly retribution—he cannot withstand it,” growled Xiong Sanqi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nascent soul is born primordially; to disrupt its natural order is to defy heaven itself—how could heaven allow it!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This calamity, he cannot survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom… boom… boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, another bolt of lightning descended, striking the boy’s nascent soul directly. Its radiance dimmed further; in an instant, it would be consumed by the erupting flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It ends here… Trying to evade calamity this way is far too difficult.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All present wore expressions of despair; a funeral bell seemed to toll in their hearts, waiting only for the next thunderclap—no matter how they had cultivated the Divine-Magic Holy Embryo, the nascent soul could no longer be saved…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death and the dissolution of the Dao stood right before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom… boom… boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven’s wrath unleashed another bolt of lightning, shattering the heavens, hurtling toward the boy’s dimming nascent soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a muffled sound rang out—and an impossible sight appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A frail figure materialized like a ghost, standing before the boy, blocking the lightning with nothing but flesh and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That… that is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the ruined shrine stood a girl, shielding the boy. Her short hair reached her shoulders; her eyes were ethereal, her youthful face set with stubborn resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is she?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom… boom… boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning continued to strike; the terrifying force nearly pierced through the girl’s body. Her flesh cracked like parched earth, light streaming from every fissure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she did not retreat. Her delicate hand slowly reached out—and plunged straight into the boy’s nascent soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll die…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Open!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl was unbending; her gaze firm, she stood beneath the thunderous calamity without the slightest tremor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you? Who are you really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Lai!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl whispered softly, as if expending every last ounce of strength. Crimson blood rapidly evaporated from her body’s cracks into the lightning. With a sudden wrench, she tore the boy’s nascent soul apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha… One splits into three… How exquisite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mad voice echoed from one of the nascent souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait for me to return!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A steady voice came from another nascent soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is primordial ignorance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final nascent soul grew utterly weak; it murmured softly, returning to the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the other two nascent souls shot skyward, flying in opposite directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xiong Sanqi struck out—Taiyin transformed into Xuanyuan, forming a vast sack that caught one of the nascent souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom… boom… boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless lights shattered violently; Zhang Fan’s nascent soul returned to his inner landscape. He gazed at the figure before him—familiar, yet distant—and felt a sudden awakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our wills are one…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are me, I am you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two figures spoke in unison; their quiet words echoed through the eerie inner landscape, as if both empty and present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Zhang Fan’s nascent soul calmly stared at the monstrous figure before him, and slowly opened its mouth. The next moment, a strange chewing sound echoed within the nascent soul’s inner landscape!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2536,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8dc357d1bff37e9371b09d75872d1fcdfe70f73f29b79dd7cf83680099f46d80","pure-yang-chapter-93","pure-yang-chapter-91",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]