Immortality and cultivation begin with full comprehension.

Chapter 739 Yin and Yang in Harmony, Life and Death in Cycle (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Considering that you have rendered some service to the 'Reincarnation Bureau,' I will spare you this time."

The judge snorted coldly: "But if you dare to act recklessly again, I will cast you into the 'Avici Hell' and never let you be reincarnated!"

"Thank you for sparing my life, sir."

The Netherworld Cult Leader felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly retreated to the side.

The judge then turned to Li Yunjing: "Since you are a disciple of the 'Divine Firmament Dao Sect' and possess the aura of the Thunder God, you could have cultivated in the mortal realm. Why did you end up in the 'Nine Nether Lands'?"

Li Yunjing briefly recounted how he was ambushed by the demonic cultivator surnamed Zhang and others, and how he fell into the "Nine Netherworlds".

“Zhang Heng and others used the ‘Netherworld Decree’ to forcibly open the ‘Nine Netherworld Passage’, which violated the laws of the Three Realms.”

After listening, the judge pondered for a moment and said, "This matter should be thoroughly investigated by the 'Reincarnation Bureau,' but as a living person, you should not stay here any longer."

"This disciple also wishes to leave. Is there any way to do so?"

Li Yunjing was overjoyed and quickly cupped his hands, saying, "This disciple begs for your help, Judge."

He turned to look at the Netherworld Cult Leader, a cold glint in his eyes.

The Netherworld Cult Leader shuddered under his gaze and quickly lowered his head.

The judge looked at Li Yunjing and sighed softly.

"This is no easy task!"

Even a Yin God of his caliber doesn't have enough authority to open the passage between the two realms and let a living person go back.

The rules of the underworld are the rules!
It's not yet the turn of a judge to make a decision.

"Please, Your Honor, help this junior!"

Hearing the judge's words, Li Yunjing felt a chill in his heart.

He didn't want to stay here and wait to die!

"It's not impossible!"

The judge's eyes darted around as he looked at Li Yunjing and said meaningfully, "You can be reincarnated after you die. I'll pull some strings for you and reincarnate you directly into 'Tianlan Star,' the 'Ming Dynasty.' You'll be given the best aptitude, and you can even join the 'Shenxiao Dao Sect' to start cultivating again!"

"what?"

Li Yunjing was dumbfounded.

This is one way, but Li Yunjing doesn't want to die!

"Your Honor, is there no other way?"

Li Yunjing frowned and said, "I only ask for this life, not the next. I don't want to die so pathetically and have to start over!"

There was one more thing Li Yunjing didn't say.

He sought to be invincible in this life and never considered the possibility of reincarnation.

"What do you think the 'Nine Netherworlds' is?"

Seeing Li Yunjing's resolute attitude, the judge's eyes flashed with approval, but he deliberately put on a stern face: "Come and go as you please?"

He pointed his judge's pen in mid-air, and the runes on the twelve dragon pillars suddenly began to flow, projecting a complex map onto the ground.

In the center of the map, a dim star is twinkling faintly.

"This is the 'Fallen God Star,' which corresponds to the 'Abyss of Burial Gods' in the Nine Netherworld."

The judge's voice was deep and resonant, like a bell: "Sleeping at the bottom of the abyss is a 'World-Splitting Axe,' which was transformed from the broken axe of the ancient shaman Xing Tian. It can cleave the barrier between the three realms."

Li Yunjing's pupils contracted: "Senior means..."

"That axe was tainted with Xing Tian's malevolent energy and was sealed at the bottom of the abyss by the Ten Kings of Hell, guarded by the 'Black Tortoise of Hell'."

The judge shifted his gaze to the edge of the map, saying, "If you can obtain a wisp of malevolent energy from the axe blade, I can use the power of the 'Reincarnation Disc' to temporarily open a passage between the two worlds for you."

"But you need to think this through. The malevolent energy within the Burial Abyss can corrode the souls of immortals and gods, and the 'Hell-Suppressing Black Tortoise' is a divine beast comparable to an immortal or god."

He paused, his tone grave: "Given your current condition, even with a 100% chance, there's almost no chance of survival."

The Netherworld Lord listened with trepidation. He had tried to approach the "Abyss of Burial Gods" but had half of his soul corrupted by the malevolent energy surrounding it. He never expected that the Judge would send Li Yunjing to venture there.

"This junior is willing to go!"

Li Yunjing did not hesitate at all and gripped the "Boundary-Breaking Sword" tightly.

"it is good!"

The judge slammed his hand on the table, and the map vanished. "You will stay at the 'Reincarnation Bureau' for a while, and wait for my notification."

"Thank you, senior!"

Li Yunjing was overjoyed.

"Go and take Li Yunjing down to rest."

The judge glanced at the Netherworld Cult Leader beside him and coldly gave the order.

"Yes! Your lord!"

The Netherworld Cult Leader was startled and dared not delay, gesturing for Li Yunjing to follow him.

As for killing Li Yunjing?
He wouldn't dare!

"Li Yunjing! Interesting!"

"It also has some connection with the Great Emperor Tianqi Rensheng of Mount Tai in the East!"

"I still need to investigate someone with such connections; I can't just deal with them lightly!"

Looking at Li Yunjing as he left, the judge muttered to himself.

……

The Netherworld Cult Leader led Li Yunjing through the side door of the "Reincarnation Bureau" branch hall and along a long corridor paved with black stones.

Dark red banners hung on the corridor walls, embroidered with hideous ghost patterns. They fluttered in the eerie wind, and fine black powder occasionally drifted down from the banners, emitting a pungent, fishy smell.

"This is a 'Soul-Suppressing Banner,' specifically used to suppress the vengeful spirits surrounding the branch temple."

Without turning his head, the Netherworld Cult Leader said, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of apprehension, "You'd better not touch it. The 'Soul-Dissolving Powder' on the banner can silently dissolve a cultivator's soul."

Li Yunjing remained silent, only gripping the "Boundary-Breaking Sword" even tighter.

He could sense that countless eyes were hidden in the walls on both sides of the corridor, greedily staring at him, this "living person." If it weren't for the "Soul-Suppressing Banner" suppressing them, they would probably have pounced on him and torn him apart long ago.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, an inconspicuous wooden door appeared at the end of the corridor.

"This is your temporary residence, the 'Hall of Contemplation'."

The Netherworld Lord pushed open the wooden door, and a faint musty smell wafted out: "There is a Yin-gathering array in the hall, which can barely sustain your life. Don't wander around, or you'll be mistaken for a spy and killed by the patrolling Yin soldiers. Don't blame me for not warning you."

After saying that, he turned and left in a hurry without waiting for Li Yunjing's response, as if staying any longer would bring bad luck.

Li Yunjing entered the "Hall of Quiet Contemplation" and closed the wooden door behind him.

The furnishings inside the hall were even simpler than those at Wangxiang Post Station, with only a stone bed, a stone table, and two stone stools. Cobwebs covered the corners of the walls, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust, indicating that no one had lived there for a long time.

He walked to the stone bed and sat down, circulating the "Nine Heavens Responding to the Origin Thunder Scripture" to examine the condition of his body.

The power of thunder remained stagnant, and the lingering yin threads in the meridians were like maggots clinging to the bone. Although temporarily suppressed by the lightning, they were slowly eroding the foundation of spiritual power.

"Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it. This is the underworld, perfect for cultivating the Laws of Death!"

After thinking it over, Li Yunjing realized that he was trapped here and there was nothing he could do. Suddenly, he remembered the "Law of Death" that he had cultivated.

The dust on the stone bed swirled up in fine vortexes as Li Yunjing swept it with his sleeves. He sat cross-legged, his hands forming a mudra on his knees.

The faint blue light emanating from the Nine Heavens Responding Thunder Scripture flickered uncertainly in the dimly lit "Hall of Contemplation," like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any moment during a stormy night.

"The yin threads have already eroded three inches into the cervix."

Li Yunjing examined his internal meridians and discovered that the grayish-black filaments were spreading towards his dantian along with the flow of spiritual energy.

The once brilliant lightning spirit root now resembled a pearl covered in dust, its surface crawling with spiderweb-like dark patterns.

He tried to mobilize the power of thunder in his mind, but it brought on excruciating pain.

The moment the Yin Silk came into contact with the lightning, it was like a red-hot iron block falling into ice water, causing countless tiny explosions to erupt in the meridians.

"Dong dong dong..."

Suddenly, a deep, muffled bell rang out from outside the hall. The unique shockwaves of the underworld penetrated the walls, causing the spiderwebs in the corners to tremble.

"Since thunder magic is restricted, we might as well do the opposite."

Li Yunjing suddenly opened his eyes, a resolute glint flashing in his pupils.

He took out a bone slip from his storage ring. The slip was engraved with seven vermilion characters that were bleeding: "Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs True Scripture".

This is the "Netherworld Ghost Sect" martial arts manual that was seized.

Moreover, it is a complete cultivation technique that can be practiced up to the peak of the Nascent Soul realm.

Such a divine skill manual, if it were to circulate in the demonic path, would be a priceless treasure that everyone would fight over.

The moment the bone tablet touched his palm, the temperature inside the hall dropped sharply, and frost flowers condensed on the surface of the stone bed.

Li Yunjing bit his tongue and dripped his blood onto the first talisman. The crimson blood droplet was greedily absorbed by the bone slip.

"Using blood as a guide, one can reach the netherworld and see the darkness..."

As the incantation was chanted, the runes on the bone tablet lit up with a scarlet light one by one.

The moment the seventh talisman lit up, Li Yunjing's sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently, and towering black waves appeared before his eyes.

That was no ordinary stream of water, but a phantom of the underworld formed by countless struggling and wailing souls.

A pale arm reached out from the waves, gripping his consciousness and dragging him into the abyss.

"Certainly!"

Li Yunjing pressed his sword finger against his brow, and the Thunder Spirit Root unleashed its final brilliance.

When the lightning tore through his consciousness, he found himself standing on a void of gray earth, with a blood moon hanging in the sky.

In the distance stood eighteen towering gates made of piled bones.

Each door is engraved with a different scene of hell, from "Tongue-Pulling" at the first door to "Avici Hell," with thick black mist seeping from the cracks in the doors.

"There is a gate to the Nine Netherworlds, where life and death are intertwined."

The text of the "Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs True Scripture" suddenly appeared clearly in my mind: "Knock on the door to see your true nature, and you will be able to glimpse the Yellow Springs..."

Li Yunjing was inspired and respectfully bowed three times towards the first White Bone Gate.

The moment the door burst open, a torrent of deathly energy surged forth like a hurricane.

His skin dried and cracked at a visible rate, and his hair turned gray like snow in the evening, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"So this is the embodiment of the law of death."

Li Yunjing stared at the churning black mist inside the door and discovered that it contained a certain mysterious rhythm.

Those seemingly chaotic auras of death actually follow the fundamental principles of the waxing and waning of Yin and Yang.

He tentatively extended his finger, and a wisp of black mist immediately wrapped around it, causing his knuckles to instantly lose sensation and turn bluish-purple.

Amidst the excruciating pain, the Nine Heavens Responding Thunder Scripture activated automatically, and the Thunder Spirit Root unleashed purple lightning, dispersing the black mist.

Surprisingly, the lingering death energy did not disappear; instead, it formed a delicate balance with the lightning.

Li Yunjing keenly grasped this fleeting insight and immediately adjusted his breathing rhythm, allowing his spiritual energy to circulate according to the "Nine Netherworld Cycle" route recorded in the "Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs True Scripture".

A strange scene gradually formed within his dantian. The lightning spirit root shone brightly above like the sun, while a pitch-black vortex settled below.

The two repel and attract each other, bursting forth with fine gray electric sparks at their boundary.

Li Yunjing trembled all over, black blood seeping from his seven orifices, but a wildly joyful smile appeared on his lips.

He touched the critical point where the laws of life and death merged.

Outside the "Hall of Contemplation," the patrolling bull-headed Yin soldiers suddenly stopped.

It twitched its nostrils, its large, bell-like eyes fixed on the tightly closed wooden door: "Is the scent of the underworld mixed in with the breath of the living?"

"Guests of the Judge, mind your own business."

Just as he was about to go forward to investigate, his companion stopped him.

"This is fucking weird, what's with this half-dead, half-alive state?"

The bull-headed ghost soldier cursed, but did not step forward to observe.

Inside the hall, Li Yunjing had entered a deep meditation.

His consciousness stood before the sixth White Bone Gate, where countless transparent figures knelt, each with chains extending from their chests and disappearing into the void.

"Is this... a causal line?"

Li Yunjing looked closely and discovered that tiny specks of light flowed along the chains, each speck carrying a fragment of memory.

When his consciousness touched one of the chains, unfamiliar life experiences flooded in like a torrent.

A young child buries a pottery jar containing a baby tooth under a peach tree; a girl blushes as she grinds ink for a scholar who has just passed the imperial examination; an elderly man in his seventies drinks alone on a snowy night as a white fox flits past his window…

All these memories ultimately ended in the same moment!
A chilling death descended.

"Between life and death lies immense terror..."

Li Yunjing's consciousness trembled violently, and he suddenly understood the true meaning of "Seeing all living beings die, one realizes the preciousness of life" in the "Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs True Scripture".

The sixth bone gate opened silently, and what surged out was no longer death energy, but crystalline particles of light.

These light particles merged into his consciousness, causing his meridians, which had been eroded by yin energy, to begin to revitalize.

The physical body in reality is undergoing a mutation.

Mysterious dark patterns appeared on Li Yunjing's skin; his left side was covered in pulsating thunder runes, while his right side was covered in twisted underworld curses.

Two forces clashed fiercely at the Tanzhong acupoint...

At the critical moment, the "Yin-Yang Mirror" flew out automatically and entered Li Yunjing's body, hovering three inches above his dantian, emitting a soft, precious light to stabilize the rampaging energy.

The life law and death law of the "Yin Yang Treasure Mirror" gradually reached a balance under his control.

His body gradually relaxed, and the discomfort subsided.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Li Yunjing was already standing before the ninth bone gate.

The door contains no terrifying imagery, only the simple words "Avici Hell".

As he reached out to push the door open, the entire gray earth suddenly collapsed, and countless chains of memories appeared from the void, binding him into a cocoon.

In the suffocating pressure, Li Yunjing heard his own heartbeat slowing down.

"Are you going to die?"

The moment this thought arose, the life light of the "Yin Yang Treasure Mirror" suddenly shone brightly.

The near-death experience put Li Yunjing into a mystical state.

At the same time, he saw every cell in his physical body dying, and he also saw the newly sprouted spiritual seedlings breaking through the soil in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Life and death are no longer a binary opposition, but rather a circular river with its beginning and end connected.

The moment this enlightenment was formed, the thunder and sun and the black vortex within the dantian finally ceased their confrontation and began to slowly rotate like a tai chi diagram.

Gradually, other forces, such as the Five Elements, Yin and Yang, Chaos, and Ice, also merged into it.

The Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise, four guardian deities, gathered above and below the Golden Core.

"I see!"

A month later, Li Yunjing suddenly opened his eyes. Purple lightning danced in his left pupil, while black mist filled his right.

He raised his hand and lightly tapped the void, his fingertips simultaneously unleashing lightning and death energy, which intertwined to form a brand-new gray energy.

After the stone table was struck by this energy, half of it turned into dust, while the other half strangely grew back into a lush green sapling.

Those stubborn yin threads not only stop eroding the meridians, but instead become part of the new energy.

Even more miraculously, when the gray light flowed through the acupoints corroded by the yin energy, the necrotic tissue was revitalized.

This is the ability to "live towards death" gained after merging with the laws of death.

Li Yunjing tried to circulate the "Nine Heavens Responding to the Origin of Thunder Scripture" and found that although the power of thunder had weakened, each arc of electricity was wrapped in gray light, making it even more powerful than before.

He stared at the gray light swirling around his fingertips. This new energy, a fusion of thunder and the power of the underworld, flowed in his palm, sometimes transforming into leaping electric snakes, sometimes condensing into dark vortexes of mist.

With a slight thought, the gray light immediately split into two streams. A bolt of purple lightning cleaved through the stagnant yin energy within the hall, while a wisp of black mist coiled around the stone bench as if it were alive, corroding it with honeycomb-like holes.

"Yin and Yang complement each other, life and death cycle..."

Li Yunjing muttered to himself, then suddenly pointed his fingers like a sword at his left shoulder.

There was a meridian node that was most severely eroded by the Yin Silk. When the gray light flowed through it, the necrotic tissue was revitalized like withered trees in spring.

But then he let out a muffled groan, and the skin on his right arm instantly became dry and cracked.

While newborn energy is miraculous, it requires precise control and balance.

A rustling sound came from outside the hall. Black mist swirled in Li Yunjing's pupils, and his gaze pierced through the wall to see several blurry figures huddled about three zhang away.

Those were lowly wandering souls attracted by the new energy, greedily sucking in the breath overflowing from the crack in the door.

Further away, the bull-headed ghost soldiers dragged their chains back and forth, leaving scorch marks on the black stone ground with each step.

"It seems the cultivation activity has caused quite a stir."

Li Yunjing withdrew his aura, and the illusory Tai Chi symbol behind him gradually disappeared.

He examined his internal condition and found that the meridians, which were originally blocked by the Yin Silk, now shone with a metallic luster, as if they had been reforged by the power of the underworld.

The spiderweb-like shadow patterns on the surface of the lightning root did not weaken its power; on the contrary, they added a touch of yin and softness to the power of lightning.

Just as they were about to investigate further, the wooden door of the "Quiet Contemplation Hall" was suddenly blown open by a cold wind.

The Netherworld Cult Leader stood three zhang outside the door, his decaying face revealing a look of surprise and uncertainty.

The hem of his black robe was stained with a sticky liquid, but this time it wasn't his own.

Li Yunjing's "Creation Divine Eye" clearly saw dozens of undigested living souls struggling in those liquids.

"what are you doing?"

The Netherworld Cult Leader's voice was hoarse, but his eyes kept drifting towards the inside of the hall.

When he saw the stone table that had turned to dust and then reborn as a sapling, his will-o'-the-wisps of pupils suddenly contracted: "You've cultivated the techniques of my 'Netherworld Ghost Sect'?"

"hey-hey!"

Li Yunjing gave a half-smile.

The black mist in his right eye swirled slightly, and the Netherworld Lord immediately felt a sharp pain in his soul, as if his life force had been pulled by an invisible hook.

This is the "Soul-Locking Technique" recorded in the "Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs True Scripture". After more than a month of practice, Li Yunjing can already use it in its basic form.

"That's ridiculous!"

The Netherworld Cult Leader sneered, "I never expected that the so-called righteous sects would actually practice my demonic sect's techniques."

"fart!"

Li Yunjing scoffed and said, "Your Demonic Sect has cultivated your divine skills in a distorted and unorthodox way, you've gone down the wrong path!"

"This 'Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs True Scripture' is the best cultivation method for the Great Dao of Death!"

Seeing that the Netherworld Cult was about to get angry, Li Yunjing continued, "The Great Dao does not distinguish between high and low, good and evil; it is you demon bastards who have gone astray!"

The Netherworld Cult Leader's face turned ashen; Li Yunjing's words, "went astray," had struck a nerve.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouths!"

He sneered, "Today I'll show you what kind of magic you 'righteous' cultivators have created with my demonic sect's techniques!"

Before he finished speaking, his black robe suddenly bulged, and countless gray-black vengeful spirits surged out from his sleeves, transforming into sharp claws that pounced on Li Yunjing.

These vengeful spirits were all malevolent spirits he had secretly refined in the "Reincarnation Bureau" over the years. Each one carried a heart-wrenching resentment and was specifically designed to devour the souls of cultivators.

Originally, the judge forbade him to take action against Li Yunjing, but Li Yunjing secretly practiced their "Netherworld Ghost Sect's" techniques and even looked down on him, the sect leader, for practicing them improperly, which made the Netherworld Sect leader furious.

"This is outrageous!" is an understatement to describe my anger at this moment!
"Stubborn."

Li Yunjing's eyes narrowed, and the newly generated gray energy within his body instantly began to circulate.

He pointed forward and flicked his finger, a gray beam shot out and landed on the vengeful spirits in the front row.

A strange scene happened.

The vengeful spirit struggled violently in the gray light, but instead of dissipating, it was forcibly compressed into a pitch-black bead, with fine purple lightning crackling around its surface.

"This is……"

The Netherworld Cult Leader's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Your vengeful spirit makes excellent nourishment."

Li Yunjing flicked his finger, and the bead flew towards the Netherworld Cult Leader. "Here you go."

The bead exploded in mid-air, unleashing the thunderous power and death energy it contained, shattering the vengeful spirits that followed.

"Ok?"

Caught off guard, the Netherworld Cult Leader was thrown back three steps by the shockwave, leaving several charred cracks on his black robe.

"You can actually control two powers?"

The Netherworld Cult Leader was both shocked and furious. He could sense that the purity of death energy emanating from Li Yunjing far surpassed that of his own, and even carried a trace of the essence of the Yellow Springs.

"It's not about manipulation, it's about integration."

Li Yunjing slowly walked out of the "Hall of Contemplation," his body surrounded by gray energy. The sapling on the stone table bloomed into a pitch-black flower the moment the energy swept over it. "Just like life and death, they are two sides of the same coin."

"Nonsense!"

The Lord of the Underworld roared and struck out with his palm, the phantom of the "Underworld Decree" appearing in his palm. "Take my 'Underworld Annihilation God'!"

The pitch-black palm print, carrying an aura of devouring everything, pressed down, freezing the air into black ice crystals wherever it passed.

Li Yunjing neither dodged nor avoided, and also struck out with his palm.

Gray energy condensed into a Tai Chi pattern in his palm, colliding violently with the black palm print.

"boom!"

The shockwave spread out from the two people, instantly turning the wooden door of the "Quiet Contemplation Hall" into dust. The Soul-Suppressing Banner on the corridor shook violently, and even more Soul-Dissolving Powder fell.

Shockingly, the black palm print disintegrated like ice and snow the moment it touched the Tai Chi pattern, while the gray energy flowed upwards, spreading along the arm of the Netherworld Cult Master.

(End of this chapter)