Chapter 493: Taiji Yin-Yang Theory, Light of Lun Hui

Xiao Yuan nodded in agreement, gripping the Fate Compass tightly as she stood guard, observing the surrounding environment vigilantly.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes, entering a state of deep meditation. Within his body, the Primordial Cold and Hun Dun Flame formed a perfect Taiji cycle, strengthening his mental barrier. The silver light of the Snow Soul Mirror formed a veil-like protective layer around him, shielding his spirit like gentle hands.

At first, Lin Xuan felt as if he were floating in boundless darkness, with silence all around. Then, tiny specks of light appeared in the distance, flickering like stars. These points of light gradually expanded, connecting into a wide galaxy that flowed slowly.

"Is this... the River of Memory?" Lin Xuan whispered to himself.

Before he could think further, a massive suction force suddenly struck, pulling his consciousness into that brilliant River of Memory. In an instant, countless unfamiliar yet strangely familiar scenes flooded into his mind, leaving him unable to distinguish reality from illusion for a moment.

The first clear memory appeared—

In the Warring States period, he was a swordsman bearing a deep blood feud, fighting to protect his homeland. Amidst the flashing blades, he saw countless comrades fall and personally sent countless enemies to their deaths. In the end, he was wounded and died during a siege, falling upon the city wall with his sword still pointing at the enemy.

"I was once a warrior..." Lin Xuan murmured, feeling the emotions within that memory—loyalty, courage, tragedy, and perseverance.

The memories flowed on, time passed—

In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, he became a wandering Daoist, his footprints covering the land as he sought the art of immortality. He visited famous mountains and great rivers, befriended experts of various sects, and studied Daoist arts and Immortal techniques. Finally, he attained the Dao and became an Immortal in a secluded valley in the Zhongnan Mountains, ascending and leaving behind the "Taiji Yin-Yang Theory."

"Taiji Yin-Yang Theory? Had I already touched the edge of the Taiji Dao back then?" Lin Xuan felt a stir in his heart.

The memories continued to flow—

In the modern era of war, he became an obscure village healer, using his meager medical skills to save one life after another. Amidst the flames of war, he treated the wounded regardless of whether they were friend or foe, eventually being struck by a stray bullet while shielding a group of orphans, falling in a pool of blood with a peaceful smile on his face.

"Life and death, the cycle of reincarnation is endless..." Lin Xuan felt the joys and sorrows in every memory, as if he had truly lived through thousands of lives.

As the memories deepened, the images became increasingly blurred, and time traced back to the even more distant past. These memory fragments were fragmented, as if covered by a thick layer of dust, making them difficult to see clearly. But Lin Xuan could feel that these were the most important parts.

Just as the torrent of memories was about to drown his consciousness, the Snow Soul Mirror on his chest suddenly erupted with intense silver light, filtering out most of the memory shock for him. Lin Xuan was able to find a trace of clarity in this chaos, focusing his energy to explore the deepest, most ancient memory.

"Xueyu Xianren once said that the Light of Lun Hui would awaken the sleeping past-life memories of the holder... Now I understand, these memories must hide important information about the Light of Lun Hui."

Lin Xuan strove to explore the source of the River of Memory. As he delved deeper, the surrounding scene changed once again. In the vast, primordial era, heaven and earth had just opened, and the chaos had not yet separated. A blurred figure sat cross-legged on a mountain peak, overlooking the earth.

That person wore a simple gray Daoist Robe, their hair like snow, and their eyes flashed with astonishing wisdom. Lin Xuan was surprised to find that there was also a Taiji Pattern in that person's eyes, only it was more complex and perfect than his own current one.

"Is this... me?" Lin Xuan was shocked beyond measure.

The scene continued to unfold, and he saw his ancient self witnessing a world-shaking battle—two existences beyond mortal understanding were slaughtering each other in the Void. One side was like a purple-black vortex, devouring everything; the other was like golden-green light, nurturing all things. They were the legendary Void Sovereign and Nature God Monarch!

The collision of the two great powers twisted reality and tore the Void, and the entire world trembled. Facing this scene, his ancient self was filled with immense grief, striving to stop this catastrophe.

"Must find the Balance Path..." his ancient self murmured, "otherwise both will be injured, and heaven and earth will be destroyed."

Subsequently, Lin Xuan saw his ancient self create a brand-new path of cultivation—the Taiji Dao. By understanding and merging two diametrically opposed forces, he sought ultimate balance. He attempted to use this method to reconcile the conflict between the Void Sovereign and the Nature God Monarch to prevent the disaster.

Unfortunately, it was too late. By the time his Taiji Dao was first formed, the battle between the two great existences had reached its final chapter. In the final, destructive blow, the Void Sovereign and the Nature God Monarch perished together, and the released energy formed three fragments of the Heaven and Earth Origin—the Primordial Cold, the Hun Dun Flame, and the Light of Lun Hui.

His ancient self was severely wounded in the explosion but still insisted on engraving the essence of the Taiji Dao onto the three fragments, hoping that future generations could rediscover the Balance Path through them. In the final moments of his life, he divided his soul into three parts, each resonating with one of the fragments, in the hope that one day in the future, someone would be able to collect all three fragments and recreate the true meaning of Taiji.

"So that's it..." Lin Xuan finally understood why he could master both the Primordial Cold and the Hun Dun Flame—they were the marks and legacy of his past life's efforts. His current path of cultivation was, to some extent, retracing the path his past life had left unfinished.

Even more shocking was that in the deepest part of this memory, Lin Xuan discovered a startling truth—the Light of Lun Hui was not a simple material existence, but a special energy state capable of merging the Primordial Cold and the Hun Dun Flame, the key to achieving true balance.

"The Light of Lun Hui is not an 'object,' but a 'realm'..." Lin Xuan realized with a start, "It represents the ultimate mystery of the cycle of life and death and the Zhuanghua of Yin and Yang. Only by truly understanding this can one perfectly merge the Primordial Cold and the Hun Dun Flame to reach the ultimate state of Taiji."

This discovery caused a fundamental shift in Lin Xuan's understanding of the Light of Lun Hui. He had originally thought he needed to find some physical item, but now it seemed the true Light of Lun Hui might exist within himself, merely waiting to be fully activated.

The River of Memory gradually calmed, and Lin Xuan's consciousness began to return. When he opened his eyes, he found Xiao Yuan nervously standing guard beside him, her face full of worry.

"You're finally awake!" Xiao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, "You have remained in that state for nearly six hours."

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, feeling the subtle changes occurring within his body. The operational trajectories of the Primordial Cold and the Hun Dun Flame had become more harmonious, and the barrier between the two forces seemed to have weakened significantly.

"I saw it..." Lin Xuan slowly stood up, the Taiji Pattern in his eyes clearer than before, "It turns out the Light of Lun Hui has always been within us; it just requires a specific catalyst to be activated."