He raised his palm again and retrieved a single piece of dark, chaotic metal into its original form; it is a perfect fusion of the Core Chaos Yin and Yang fragments. This was the most potent, most unstable piece, vibrating with the dual, destructive potential of the two opposing elements.
Lin Yi knew the task of forging this piece would be more dangerous. Forging this metal required injecting a massive surge of energy into separate cores and veins. He decided to use his Manifestation Creation Qi and Fifth Seal Mental Energy along with Pure Chaos Power directly into the metal to perfectly stabilize the Yin-Yang conflict within it, ensuring it did not detonate in his hands.
Lin Yi took a deep breath, his gray eyes narrowing in total concentration releasing the mental power toward it covering the whole metal piece in layers. His Dantian's dual Taiji Yuan Dans spun wildly releasing Yin and Yang Creation Qi, while the Primordial Stone Talisman also released the gray, primordial energy of the Primordial Chaos Stone Talisman flowed into his arms, then directly into the fused Chaos Metal.
The lump of metal screamed, a silent, internal psychic shriek of opposing forces meeting. It swelled, turning white-hot and pitch-black simultaneously.
Lin Yi ignored the pain, his focus absolute. 'Stabilize! Integrate! Divide!' he commanded internally, pouring every ounce of his cultivation into the effort.
KRAK!
A wave of destabilized energy erupted from the metal, causing the sound-dampening stone walls of the private hall to vibrate violently. A vein of icy Yin energy shot up Lin Yi's arm, followed instantly by a torrent of scorching Yang fire.
But Lin Yi's Holy Physique held. His dual-core power was the ultimate balance. He forced the raw energy back, compressing the conflicting elements with a thousand times the external force using his overbearing mental force.
After what felt like an eternity, the chaos subsided. The metal shrunk rapidly, its size diminishing until it was nothing more than thirty-six tiny, needle-sized pins of pure, chaotic gray metal. Each pin was inscribed with minuscule, complex runes that hummed with a terrifying potential.
Lin Yi slowly opened his hand, letting the thirty-six Heaven-Suppressing Pins hover above his palm. They were his ultimate anchor, the physical foundation of his chaotic cultivation.
'Success,' he assessed, the adrenaline finally receding, leaving behind a chilling, profound satisfaction. 'Well, my future path is no longer a matter of securing destiny, but of absolute, unchallenged dominance.'
He then, with a thought, controlled the thirty-six Pins with his mental power, these pins chased the wind around and then shot them toward his main physical points… the pins pierced through his skin and integrated into the subtle network of his three hundred and sixty meridians.
His preparations were complete. He stood, a figure of silent, absolute power, ready for the next phase of the world's grand design.
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The gentle rhythm of the Lin Family estate… the distant, measured thud of martial practice, the quiet chatter of newly hired servants… became the backdrop for Lin Yi's final, brief period of repose. The news from Yan City, which he did not need to seek out, flowed effortlessly into his awareness through the subtle, boundless reach of his Manifestation Peak Stage consciousness.
The immediate aftermath of Lin Dong's victory over Wei Tong had been predictable, yet satisfying. The Blood Cloth Sect, already weakened by Lin Dong's aggressive consolidation of their properties and now decapitated by the death of one of its top masters, finally folded. The Sect's remaining assets, their accumulated wealth and extensive resource network, were liquidated.
A significant portion of this abundant, ill-gotten wealth was funneled back to the main Lin Family. Lin Zhentian, sensing the political shift and the opportunity for immediate growth, moved with decisive action. With the newly acquired financial resources, he successfully recruited ten experts at the Heavenly Yuan Realm, instantly and violently elevating the Lin Family's security and internal power structure from a minor local clan to a formidable force within Yan City.
Lin Yi, sitting cross-legged on a polished stone bench in the secluded courtyard outside his room, felt the subtle increase in the Lin Family's Yuan Power signatures with detached approval. 'Good, the shield is now thicker. Lin Dong has provided the wood, and Father has provided the fire. The family is stable enough to withstand the coming storms without my constant intervention.'
A few days into his stay, the Yuan Power signature of his younger brother, familiar and distinct, appeared near the family gate. Lin Dong had returned.
Lin Yi continued to sit calmly, waiting. Moments later, a powerful, proud Yuan Power wave… Lin Dong's own, mixed with the unique, aggressive fluctuation of the newly acquired Tri-Sun Art… swept across the compound. Lin Dong was transmitting the new cultivation technique to the entire family, an act of significant contribution that solidified his position as the clan's leading light.
The power wave subsided. A brief, satisfied pause followed, and then Lin Dong's aura moved with sudden, focused speed. He was heading directly toward Lin Yi's small, secluded courtyard.
Lin Yi offered a subtle, internal smile, adjusting the heavy concealment of his Force Camouflage technique, allowing his external aura to settle into the carefully calibrated early-stage Heavenly Yuan Realm… a level consistent with a minor breakthrough during his time in Yan City.
He looked across the lawn. Qing Tan, her features set in intense focus, was practicing the Dark Descent Palm. Sweat beaded on her forehead, reflecting the effort she was putting into controlling the abyssal Yin energy, which, despite her exhaustion, radiated a terrifying, controlled power. She was already exhibiting a natural, instinctive grasp of the second layer, the Dark Spiral.
Lin Dong arrived abruptly, his powerful form materializing near the courtyard entrance. His eyes, initially sweeping the area, paused on his sister, and a slight, proud smile crossed his lips. He then looked towards Lin Yi, his brow furrowed slightly in confusion.
'Why does Yi aura seem a little strange?' He thought confusedly.
Lin Yi appeared to be simply an ordinary young man, his charcoal robe concealing any signs of struggle or exertion. He was sitting on a simple stone stool carved from a tree stump, watching Qing Tan with an unnervingly composed expression.
'Interesting Camouflage technique, your brother's talent is not bad.' a cold, aged voice…. the spirit of the Celestial Stone Marten, Little Marten… echoed sharply within the confines of Lin Dong's Ancestral Talisman Space.
"Heavenly Yuan?" Lin Dong doubtfully.
Little Marten affirmed with a reply, 'He is using the concealing technique… I can barely sense his true yuan from his technique mask! He is only radiating the power of the Heavenly Yuan Initial Stage, but that stillness… feels like he has completely consolidated his strength.'
Lin Dong nodded in realization. He believed the Little Marten Judgment, who was rarely wrong.
He smiled broadly and walked toward Lin Yi, his steps ringing with confidence.
"Yi, I heard you were back! It seems my trip to Yan City was not the only one that brought progress," Lin Dong said, his voice laced with genuine warmth and admiration. "Congratulations on the breakthrough to the Heavenly Yuan Realm! You were only at the Tempered Body Peak Realm when you left. That is impressive progress!"
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