Chapter 51: The Taiji Diagram Appears—Xiang Xuanqing

“Is this the way of the extraterrestrial demonic gods?”

“Goodness, what a man of true character!”

The black-path Tian Jun looked at the cold and ruthless Li Ming, their eyes filled with excitement.

They had already understood what the Ancient Tian Jun and the Original Tian Jun had said just now.

The newly promoted black-path Tian Jun were all extraterrestrial demonic gods.

Including the Wu Liang Tian Jun of the white path.

Think about it—if not extraterrestrial demonic gods, how could they so easily defeat these two original Tian Jun?

Li Ming’s single sword strike, as well as Zhen Yuanzi’s sweeping sleeve, revealed power that both black and white path Tian Jun witnessed clearly.

This has surpassed the realm of Tian Jun!

“Wu Liang… I’ll address you as Wu Liang, Daofriend, for now.”

Jin Que Tian Jun bowed to Li Ming: “Killing them would soil your sword. I hope you’ll grant us the chance to seek revenge.”

“Also, we wish to ask some questions about our own universe.”

He pointed to the black-robed immortal kneeling beside them—the Original Tian Jun.

“Agreed!”

Li Ming nodded.

He kicked the Original Tian Jun away; the man flew like a broken kite and landed before the two groups of Tian Jun.

“You maggots… dare you humiliate me?” The Original Tian Jun glared at the surrounding Tian Jun, his eyes filled with shame, rage, venom, and terror.

He struggled to rise.

Xiu Ming Tian Jun stepped forward, his long sword slicing across the man’s neck—a head, brimming with resentment and fury, flew into the air.

“Let’s split up and interrogate them.”

Xiu Ming Tian Jun gripped the Original Tian Jun’s head and departed with a group of righteous white-path Tian Jun to a distant planet.

The black-path Tian Jun stared at the Original Tian Jun’s bodyless torso, chuckling: “Xiu Ming’s always giving us hard problems.”

“How do you question a headless corpse?”

“But luckily, the black path still has some tricks.”

Jin Que Tian Jun dragged the Original Tian Jun’s torso like a dead dog.

He called out, “Brothers, the skilled ones, follow me.”

“Got it!”

Xiang Xuanqing looked at the Ancient Tian Jun crushed beneath Li Ming’s foot and shook his head: “If you’re going to question, question them all together. Why leave one behind?”

“Come on, Daofriend, bind him.”

Suddenly, a soul-snatching chain appeared in Xiang Xuanqing’s hand.

“How do you still have this?”

Ming He, upon seeing it, was instantly startled.

Hong Yun, Zhen Yuanzi, and Ruo Xi all instinctively stepped back.

Xiang Xuanqing smiled: “Don’t worry—this is a proper soul-snatching chain.”

You know your soul-snatching chain isn’t proper?!

Ming He nearly shouted it out.

Seeing Ming He’s lingering fear, Xiang Xuanqing shook his head and stepped forward to personally seize the Ancient Tian Jun.

“I originally planned to slaughter you with a pig-killing knife.”

“But that would be too kind. Better to take you back and arrange a few suitable packages!”

The instant the soul-snatching chain encircled him, the Ancient Tian Jun felt all his evils return to him, all his karmic debts weighing upon his body—he was utterly sinful, deserving of execution!

In a haze, he seemed to see a grim heavenly palace opening before him.

Within the palace, demons danced wildly.

In hell, horrors piled one upon another.

Each demonic form gnashed fangs and claws, whispering terrifying, low voices.

[“Hey, Warden, bring another new prisoner?”]

[“What are you saying? You must call him Master! But what kind of thing did the Master catch this time?”]

[“This trash—his immortal spirit is full of filth, a chaotic mess. Never seen an indestructible true spirit so corrupted.”]

[“What rank is this? Does he even belong in our cell?”]

[“Hey, don’t underestimate him—he’s a big fish that eats little fish!”]

[“When he comes in, have a good chat with him.”]

The half-real, half-illusory hellish scenes, the half-phantom, half-ghostly whispers, struck the Ancient Tian Jun with immense shock.

“No!!!”

He screamed in terror, a fierce desire to live surging within him.

“Let me die! Let me die!”

The Ancient Tian Jun looked at Xiang Xuanqing: “If you let me die, I’ll tell you everything!”

“I’m the savior of the Yin-Yang universe. I had my reasons. I know more secrets…”

“Enough, enough.”

Xiang Xuanqing’s face was expressionless: “You have no right to choose life or death.”

“Besides, your karmic ties, your entire being—they’re all visible to me.”

The mastermind couldn’t be traced because he’s an equal opponent, possibly with powerful treasures.

But this one—what kind of thing is he?

Seeing no hope in struggling, the Ancient Tian Jun’s gaze turned dull.

Yet suddenly, as if struck by an idea, his expression twisted into wild, boundless madness.

He raised his head and roared: “Bring it! Bring it!”

“Bring it!”

BOOM BOOM BOOM~~

The cosmos trembled; the Black and White Lists appeared.

Two scrolls—one black, one white—materialized in the starry void, spinning endlessly, forming a vast chaotic black hole.

The Ancient Tian Jun was overjoyed: “Ancestor, we willingly enter your fish pond!”

“Please descend quickly!”

“Hurry and descend!”

Li Ming glanced at him coolly, then drew his sword.

Xiang Xuanqing watched the chaotic celestial phenomena with keen interest.

Across the boundless void, above the dim spacetime, a golden bridge extended at incredible speed toward the Yin-Yang universe.

Upon the golden bridge, ten thousand rays of radiance pierced the azure heavens, a thousand auspicious hues illuminated the nine heavens.

A Daoist’s figure appeared upon the golden bridge; myriad phenomena of the great cosmos arose, the eternal Yin-Yang wheel turned.

“Fish, fish… you’ve truly returned to the right path?”

A voice, utterly detached and mechanical, drifted from afar.

Xiang Xuanqing and the others all smiled faintly and shook their heads.

A lingering afterimage.

Unaware, the Ancient Tian Jun bowed his head to the figure on the golden bridge: “Ancestor, we understand!”

“But now, other disruptors have entered your fish pond.”

“We beg you, Ancestor, unleash your divine power and net them all!”

“Oh?”

After a soft exclamation came a long silence.

The Daoist on the golden bridge seemed disconnected from his true self—his internal memory overloaded, unable to respond.

“Kill him?” Li Ming’s gaze sharpened. If it was only an afterimage, he didn’t even need to draw his seventh sword.

“Wait a moment!”

Xiang Xuanqing stared at the figure on the golden bridge, growing increasingly familiar.

“Daofriend, don’t you feel like you’ve seen him before?” Xiang Xuanqing glanced at Ming He beside him.

Ming He shook his head blankly.

I’ve never even been to the Yin-Yang universe—how could I know this mastermind?

The Ancient Tian Jun had been bowing for a long time, yet the figure on the golden bridge remained motionless.

His heart sank.

“Ancestor!”

“Ancestor!”

The Daoist didn’t move.

Ming He glanced at the Ancient Tian Jun, screaming as if his soul were being torn apart.

“Any other tricks? Use them now.”

“We’re in a hurry to get back.”

The Ancient Tianjun, unwilling to give up, continued shouting: “I beg the Ancestor to descend his divine power and net all the invading enemies!”

Watching as the Ancient Tianjun shouted for a long time without summoning the mastermind behind it all.

Minghe grew impatient.

“Worthless!”

He stared at the figure on the Golden Bridge, then tried tossing his Soul-Grabbing Chain.

Clang, clang, clang~~~

The Soul-Grabbing Chain wrapped around the Daoist.

“Come here, you!” Minghe yanked his hand, the chain taut as a drawn bowstring.

A tremendous force surged back, yanking Minghe flying through the air.

The Daoist on the Golden Bridge slowly opened his eyes—he saw Minghe.

“Hm? Isn’t that the big fish from the Blood Sea?”

“How did he end up here?”

The Daoist’s gaze held confusion—hadn’t he failed to catch the fish, and now the fish had swum right into the cage?

And this was a good thing?

The newly arrived Daoist’s eyes flickered with a hint of delight.

His gaze shifted again.

Then.

He saw Xiang Xuanqing amid the starry sky.

“How are you still here?!”

The Daoist’s eyelids twitched violently.

Xiang Xuanqing smiled warmly and waved at the Daoist on the Golden Bridge.

“Oh? So it’s an old acquaintance!”

“After our parting along the River of Time, how have you been lately, Dao Friend?”

The Yin-Yang Universe, the Taiji Diagram, the mastermind behind it all…

Heh, so it’s the Yin-Yang Daoist!

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