The chamber trembled under the wrath of the Fusion of Ice Dragon and Fire Phoenix. A towering dragon of frozen divinity coiled around a crimson phoenix wreathed in celestial fire, their energies merging into a devastating force. The air cracked, space itself warped, and the three statues—Poseidon, Asura, and Wulong—stood their ground, attempting to counter the cataclysmic strike.
The statues roared to life, divine engravings pulsing across their weathered surfaces.
Poseidon raised his trident, summoning a towering tidal wall imbued with divine oceanic laws, its golden radiance surging to douse the infernal flames.
Asura's demonic warblade gleamed with war-bound destruction, conjuring an abyssal vortex laced with bloodlust and domination, seeking to sever the fusion attack with absolute might.
Wulong, the Space & Void Dragon God, exhaled a black gale, a force that devoured the very fabric of space, attempting to pull the attack into an infinite void.
But their divine might was lacking.
Their energies had already been devoured by Tianyang and Yuqing, their auras diminished. The statues, once omnipotent in their realm, struggled to contain the onslaught.
Tianyang gritted his teeth, his arms trembling under the strain. "We need…more force!"
Yuqing, resting against him in midair, her delicate fingers interlocked with his, exhaled lightly. "Not alone…together, always…"
Then, a third presence surged forward—Yao'er.
"Masters! Let me help!"
The tiny dragon cub flared with azure brilliance. His body expanded, his draconic aura rippling through the air as his mythical beast bloodline erupted. Golden, crimson, and deep violet energies intertwined, Yao'er reinforcing their attack with his raw mythical qi.
BOOM!
The chamber was consumed in an explosion of frost and flame, divine, demonic, and mythical energies intertwining in a celestial dance of annihilation.
The echoes of destruction roared—the battlefield was consumed in chaos.
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As the dust settled, the once-mighty statues stood motionless. Cracks spiderwebbed across their entire forms, light seeping through them like stars breaking through the night.
Poseidon's statue leaked a golden radiance, its oceanic divinity flickering in defiance.
Asura's statue pulsed with a deep crimson glow, the remnants of its law-bound war aura struggling to maintain its form.
Wulong's statue bled a pure black light, its void energy unstable, fluctuating in chaotic tremors.
Then—a final shudder, a deafening silence.
A moment later—"Thud."
The statues crumbled into dust.
Where once stood the divine guardians, three massive glowing crystals hovered in midair, each exuding overwhelming energy:
Golden crystal – Radiating oceanic divinity, its presence akin to a stormy sea, unfathomable and boundless.
Red crystal – Pulsing with a demonic aura, its laws bound by absolute order and execution.
Black crystal – A vortex of void and spatial power, whispering of untold devouring strength.
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Tianyang and Yuqing lay nearby, utterly exhausted.
Yuqing, her breathing soft yet labored, rested atop Tianyang, her silver-grey hair cascading over his chest, strands clinging to her delicate face. Her fingers clutched his robes, as though grounding herself in his warmth.
Tianyang, his body sore yet comforted by her presence, let one hand gently push back a loose strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. The other rested on her slender waist, a soothing warmth between them.
Nearby, Yao'er lay sprawled, panting in his tiny dragon form. His energy, too, had been thoroughly depleted.
Their gazes turned towards the floating crystals, their dazzling glow illuminating the entire chamber.
"Masters…" Yao'er's voice broke the silence, his golden eyes narrowing as he analyzed the black crystal. "These are no ordinary treasures. This…is unlike anything we've encountered before. Especially this black crystal. It's…resonating with me."
Yuqing, her head resting against Tianyang's chest, nodded. "Yes… their origins must be extraordinary. The golden one exudes ocean divinity, stormy yet uncontained. The red one…" She shuddered. "A suffocating bloodlust, yet laced with an absolute law-bound order."
Tianyang tightened his hold around her waist, his voice calm yet resolute. "The black crystal… it whispers of devouring and spatial void energy. They each require different energies to open: Immortal Qi, Demonic Qi, and Mythical Beast Qi."
His gaze softened as he intertwined his fingers with hers. "Luckily… we wear the demonic armors (Abyssal Demon Emperor Armor & Celestial Demon Empress Gown) and have mastered the Demonic Void Devourer Art. As for the black crystal…" His gaze shifted towards Yao'er.
Yao'er puffed his tiny chest out, his crimson eyes gleaming with determination. "Leave it to me, Masters!"
Tianyang approached the golden crystal, extending his hand. A ripple of Immortal Qi surged from his palm, flowing into the radiant core.
CRACK!
A single fracture split across its surface.
Then—the fracture healed.
Tianyang frowned. "It's resisting."
Yuqing, still pressed against him, interlaced their fingers. "Together?"
He nodded. Their Yin-Yang Dual Contract activated, their energies fusing in perfect harmony.
As they poured their merged Yin and Yang Qi, the golden crystal trembled violently—then shattered in two.
Two orbs of flickering flame emerged.
One burned black, void-like and consuming. The other burned white, radiant and pure.
Each flame engulfed a round seed floating within.
Yuqing's breath caught. "Tianyang… These… these are Heavenly Flame Seeds!"
Tianyang's eyes narrowed. "Heavenly Flames?"
Yuqing nodded, trembling with shock. "Not just any flames—the 12th-ranked Yin-Yang Twin Heavenly Flames!"
Even Yao'er, usually mischievous, was speechless. He flapped his small wings excitedly. "Masters! You must absorb them now! With their boundless energy, you could instantly break into the Ascendant Realm!"
Yuqing flicked his forehead lightly. "Don't rush!"
Yao'er, rubbing his head, pouted. "Uhhh…"
Tianyang chuckled, patting his head. "She's right. I've read in an ancient scroll that these high-level flames require special herbs and precise conditions to safely refine without a backlash."
Yuqing nodded. "For now… we store them."
With a wave of her jade-like fingers, the twin flames were sealed into an ancient flame-containment jade, shimmering faintly in her grasp.
Tianyang exhaled. "One down. Now… the second."
Their eyes turned toward the red crystal, pulsing with demonic bloodlust.
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The chamber trembled under the overwhelming force of demonic energy as Tianyang and Yuqing stood before the glowing red crystal. Their breath was steady but laced with anticipation. The first crystal had already granted them Yin-Yang Twin Heavenly Flames, a treasure beyond imagination. Now, they were about to unlock the second relic—one infused with bloodlust and absolute order.
Yao'er, floating beside them, shifted his gaze between his masters and the pulsing crystal. "This one feels… different. More ominous." His small frame trembled slightly.
Tianyang placed his hand on Yuqing's waist, his thumb tracing soothing circles against the silk of her robe. "Let's do this together."
She nodded, her silver-grey hair cascading over her shoulder as she clasped his hands. Their energies intertwined—Yang and Yin, Fire and Ice, Destruction and Rebirth—merging into a single force.
Their demonic void art energy surged through the low immortal-tier demonic armors they had acquired earlier, reinforcing their control. A deep hum resonated from the crystal as cracks spread like veins of molten fire, unable to contain the combined force.
Then—
BOOM!
A blinding crimson explosion engulfed the chamber.
The shockwave sent Yao'er tumbling through the air before Tianyang caught him mid-flight. As the dust settled, the trio's eyes widened at what floated before them—
Two giant blood red swords, over two meters long, their broad blades adorned with intricate dark golden demonic runes that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. The swords radiated an oppressive killing aura, thick with battle intent and absolute law.
Tianyang narrowed his eyes. "These swords... they exude an indescribable sense of oppression. A coldness—not of ice, but the coldness of an executioner, of absolute law and order."
Yuqing reached out cautiously, her fingers hovering just above the eerie red glow surrounding the swords. "They feel alive…"
Then—
"Asura Devil Swords."
A deep, oppressive voice echoed in their minds, freezing both Tianyang and Yuqing in place. The chamber trembled, the very air thickening under the weight of the revelation.
Even Yao'er, who hadn't directly heard the voice, shuddered, feeling the overwhelming demonic aura wash over him. "M-Masters… what kind of swords are these?!"
Tianyang exhaled slowly, his fingers curling around the hilt of one sword. "Level 16 Forbidden-Grade, equivalent to a low immortal-tier artifact… but these are different. They don't just possess immense power—they can devour other artifacts to evolve."
Yuqing lifted the second sword, the runes on its surface reacting to her touch, glowing brighter. "A sword that grows stronger by consuming other weapons?" Her lips curled into an intrigued smirk. "Now that's interesting."
She suddenly turned to Yao'er, her golden eyes twinkling with mischief. "Why don't we feed them you, Yao'er?"
The little dragon yelped, his small form trembling as he darted behind Tianyang, gripping his robe tightly. "Masters are too cruel! Yao'er is not food!"
Tianyang chuckled, ruffling the top of Yao'er's head. "She's teasing you."
Yuqing giggled, giving the little dragon a playful wink. "Sorry, Yao'er. But jokes aside… why don't we feed them our Yin & Yang swords? If they truly evolve by devouring, they might gain our swords' yin and yang attributes."
Tianyang's expression turned serious as he withdrew his Yang Sword, its crimson flame flickering softly. "That… might actually work."
Yuqing summoned her Icy Yin Sword, its blade emanating a frosty glow that contrasted with the hellish aura of the Asura Devil Swords. She gave a firm nod. "Let's do it."
They focused their energy, making the Asura Devil Swords hover before them while holding their Yin & Yang swords.
Then—
SHRRRK!
Suddenly, blood-red vines sprouted from the Asura Devil Swords, wrapping around the Yin & Yang swords, pulling them in with a voracious hunger.
Tianyang and Yuqing let go, watching in awe as their swords were devoured whole, sinking into the demonic blades like prey into a beast's maw.
A crimson cocoon formed around the twin Asura Devil Swords, sealing them in a state of evolution. Yuqing pressed a hand against the surface of the cocoon, feeling the swords slumber within. "It seems like it'll take some time for them to fully digest and evolve."
Tianyang exhaled deeply, stepping back. "Then we let them rest… and move on to the final crystal."
Yao'er's crimson eyes lit up, excitement coursing through his veins. "Finally! It's my turn to help Masters!"
The little dragon hovered towards the black crystal, his mythical beast qi surging. Tianyang and Yuqing followed closely behind, standing beside him.
Tianyang placed a firm hand on Yao'er's small head. "We'll provide energy through the contract, but you'll have to pour yours directly into the crystal."
Yao'er puffed out his chest confidently. "Leave it to me, Masters!"
As he channeled his energy, the black crystal trembled, responding to his mythical aura. Tianyang and Yuqing's energies intertwined, feeding him strength through their spiritual contract, but never interfering directly.
Dark ripples spread across the crystal's surface—
And then—
CRACK!
The black crystal shattered, revealing its treasure—
A massive, oval-shaped black egg with arcane runes pulsating across its shell.
Yao'er's pupils constricted as he stared at it. "This… this is a dragon's egg! But… not from my lineage…"
Tianyang stepped forward, probing it with his divine sense. A moment later, his eyes widened in shock. "This must be the Legendary Mythical Space & Void Dragon God's egg—a bloodline of immortal-tier origin!"
Silence fell over the chamber.
Then—
"Finally!" Yao'er beamed with excitement, his tail swaying. "Masters won't bully me alone anymore!"
Tianyang and Yuqing burst into laughter, ruffling his head affectionately.
Yuqing took the black egg, placing it carefully in her storage ring. The moment the egg disappeared into her space—
RUMBLE—
The entire chamber shook violently as blinding light enveloped them.
Before they could react—
They vanished.
And when their vision cleared—
They found themselves standing in a massive arena, surrounded by the remaining cultivators who had entered the ruins.
Tianyang's dark brown eyes narrowed. "Looks like the real trial is about to begin."
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