Chapter 92

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Chapter 92: Heart of Immortals and Demons

“Ye Yun, how are you?”

A girl’s voice, youthful yet thick with anxiety, rang in Ye Yun’s ears, making him slowly open his eyes.

He didn’t answer, instead focusing on the changes within his body. Once again, he saw the young man and woman dressed in black and white clothing, their faces framed by eyes of pure clarity—black and white, untainted by any imperfection.

Every time he entered this trance-like illusion, his control over the black and white light grew slightly. This time, witnessing those previously unseen black-and-white eyes suggested his mastery had progressed further.

Channeling his spiritual power, he directed his focus to his dantian.

True to his expectations, the black and white light emerged from deep within his chest. Initially fist-sized, it had gradually shrunk and solidified as his cultivation level improved.

Now, it resembled an egg-sized orb, nearly tangible like a physical object.

As the light rotated, its gentle glow revealed two faint characters etched on its surface—barely discernible yet undeniably present.

Ye Yun’s heart pounded. These characters might hold the secret to the black and white light.

Squinting, he finally recognized them: one meaning “Immortal,” the other “Demon.”

The moment he deciphered them, violent energy erupted from the light, tearing through his mind and plunging into the depths of his soul.

His consciousness suddenly expanded, as if detached from the mortal realm. From this lofty height, everything below seemed trivial—the treasures of Hualun Secret Vault, the spatial array, his rivalry with others, even his complicated feelings for Su Ling. None mattered now. Only one word remained in his heart: Dao.

The Dao—the pinnacle of cultivation. All paths ultimately converged here.

To become a true king, one must abandon earthly attachments. Only by discarding emotions and desires could one glimpse the heavenly Dao, ascending as an eternal sovereign.

Yet as this conviction solidified, another truth surged from his soul’s core:

A true man thrives in the mortal world—loving fiercely, hating boldly, balancing passion and duty. The Dao exists not only in ascetic seclusion but also in life’s chaos. Simplicity and complexity were both valid paths.

Three thousand Daos, one destination.

These opposing philosophies clashed violently in his mind, irreconcilable.

Ye Yun’s soul shuddered, his skull threatening to split. Without reconciling these forces, he’d perish instantly.

But the black and white light’s power dwarfed his own. The conflicting doctrines swirled in his soul, refusing to merge.

“This is your Dao, not mine!” Ye Yun roared internally, enduring soul-rending pain. With desperate will, he cast his consciousness like a net over the light.

Crack!

The warring doctrines collided and dissolved like mist. The black and white light now lay docile under his mental grasp.

Heart of Immortals and Demons!

The phrase flashed through his mind—white for immortality, black for demonic might.

Clarity dawned. All doubts about the black and white light vanished.

This was the Heart of Immortals and Demons.

What a domineering name!

The path of cultivation was fraught with three calamities and nine tribulations. After enduring countless hardships, one could shed their mortal form and ascend to the Heavenly Realm. But these were just ancient records. With Ye Yun’s status, he’d only recently learned the Nascent Soul stage lay beyond the Golden Core stage. Though he didn’t know the Nascent Soul’s true power, he was certain it wasn’t the cultivation path’s end—nor the final step to immortality. How far beyond the Nascent Soul stage lay the Heavenly Realm’s threshold? He had no idea.

The Demon Realm? Ye Yun had never heard of it. This world only had the Human Realm and Demon Realm. Legends spoke of their endless wars over training resources, both seeking to cultivate to perfection and ascend to the Immortal Realm. What was the Demon Realm? The thought had never crossed his mind until now. Seeing the Heart of Immortals and Demons, he’d instinctively wondered if such a realm existed.

An image suddenly burned into Ye Yun’s mind—a striking young man in black robes, righteous and dignified, yet with a flickering black lotus between his brows that oozed sinister energy.

*Heart of Immortals and Demons! Are these black-and-white-clad youths from the Immortal or Demon Realms? And those golden-armored soldiers… true celestial warriors?*

The thought chilled him. Cold sweat soaked his back as he struggled to breathe.

*Celestial soldiers… Demon Realm generals?*

“Ye Yun! Are you alright?” Su Ling’s urgent voice pierced through his panic.

He jolted awake, forehead glistening, and steadied himself. “I’m fine.” He glanced at her worried face. “What happened?”

“You fell from the sky, then started convulsing. I thought—”

Ye Yun nodded, scanning the heavens. The shattered sky had healed completely, but the blazing sun was gone, leaving only gloom. “Where’s the sun?”

Su Ling shook her head—she’d been too panicked to notice.

Ye Yun grimaced. The missing sun mattered less than the vanished Blazing Flame Explosion Ring—a premium medium-grade spiritual weapon he’d barely gotten to touch. “Let’s search!” He shot forward, Su Ling close behind.

Having marked the ring with his spiritual power, he should’ve sensed it within a thousand zhang. Yet nothing answered his call. The endless yellow sands were illusions from the spatial array—if this was the great tomb’s second layer, the real space couldn’t exceed ten miles. They’d find it.

“Be careful!” Su Ling warned. “The spatial array’s remnants might trigger another killing formation.”

“It won’t harm us,” Ye Yun said with strange certainty. When the spatial crystal wall shattered, its fragments had pierced him yet left no wounds. The array’s power over him was broken.

Su Ling stared. She knew spatial shards held terrifying energy—even Qi refining experts couldn’t withstand them. Why was he unharmed?

Pushing aside questions, she followed as Ye Yun pressed onward. The sands ahead shifted normally now, the array’s distortions gone. Since meeting him, Su Ling realized the boy grew more enigmatic by the hour.

“There!” Ye Yun suddenly veered around a dune, dragging her to a halt.

A hundred zhang ahead, flames roared beside a cluster of glacial blue ice essence—their opposing energies colliding in a dance of fire and frost.