Chapter 800: Chapter 277: Mad Soldier of the Celestial Guard, Nine Yin and Nine Yang

Song Yan clenched his five fingers tightly, gave a fierce tug, and squeezed!

Boom!!!

Half of the elder was directly crushed into a pile of minced meat by him, his True Domain destroyed, erupting in a devastatingly scorching heat, but it clashed back and forth in Song Yan’s palm, unable to escape.

In an instant, the elder... was dead!

Song Yan glanced at the price of what the small white hand had taken.

Not much at all.

The difference in power between him and the elder wasn’t significant, or perhaps the elder was even weaker. He just couldn’t figure out the elder’s bizarre technique of "splitting in two".

Thus, the hand that had just killed the elder suddenly continued along the not yet fully healed Tumor Realm passage outward.

The Celestial Demons originally saw the space connecting the Sea of Suffering and the outside world crack and planned to flee quickly. At that moment, seeing the great hand whistling through, they dodged aside like ants.

Boom!

Boom boom boom!!

Song Yan’s hand reached outside.

In battle, he never had the habit of stopping just short.

The hand shrank rapidly under the sunlight.

But Song Yan’s Divine Sense had already detected the half-bodied elder gnawing on his avatar.

Song Yan was extremely surprised, because this elder had split from the very same body as the previous elder, yet why was his power exactly the same!

But surprise was just surprise.

Returning courtesy was essential.

To reduce surface contact with the sunlight, he transformed his palm into a fist and blasted down towards the elder.

A cold voice articulated word by word: "This punch, will certainly kill."

In the void, the fist crashed down with a bang, a faint layer of pale white appeared on the fist as if Wa Saint’s little white hand had overlapped with his.

Boom!!

The half-bodied elder gnawing on his avatar, dead!

This time the cost was very high, but for Song Yan, who was in the Sea of Suffering with endless substitute deaths, it was still acceptable.

He retracted his hand and looked again at the elder’s shattered remains in the Sea of Suffering.

In a moment...

He thought to himself: ’Use this as a resource for cultivation.’

Information emerged: [The corpse of the Mad Soldier cannot be used for cultivation]

In the next instant, this creature referred to as a "Mad Soldier" disintegrated into ashes...

Han Weizi had originally thought about going on an adventure with her lord, after all, staying in closed cultivation for so many years without going anywhere can be boring, but when she saw this creature, she jumped in fright and asked: "My lord, what is that?"

Song Yan replied indifferently: "Mad Soldier." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Having said that, he looked at Ning Yunmiao and asked: "Senior Sister, do you have more information?"

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A moment later...

Ning Yunmiao had already explained many details she knew, then summarized: "Mad Soldier, Mad General, Mad Marquis, Mad Emperor, Mad Saint... These are legendary creatures said to exist within the Nine Heavens."

"I’ve heard Grandpa and some seniors from Sword Palace say that Purple Cloud Heaven is actually very large, so large that it’s bigger than the Great Thousand Worlds. Although we World Spirit Cultivators can traverse thousands of miles in a single step, stepping across lands, if we want to take a stroll in Purple Cloud Heaven, who knows how many years it would take, it could be tens of millions, maybe billions, tens of billions, hundreds of billions of years, or even never end..."

"The terrain here isn’t like a starry sky, but a flat expanse of land, endless, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and so does the Taiyin. However, as you walk through here, what you used to see as an endless number of pavilions and terraces, an endless number of Immortal Palace forces, has become a series of collapsing buildings."

"Grandpa also said, there might not just be one Great Thousand Worlds, but many. These numerous Great Thousand Worlds are all connected to the Nine Heavens.

The Nine Heavens are unique, and for the Nine Heavens, the strongest from the Great Thousand Worlds coming here is just like coming from the Lower Realm to the Upper Realm. Hence, it’s immensely vast here, and extremely complex, with many dangers."

"Let’s not talk about the Mad Saint for now, but the Mad Soldier, Mad General, Mad Marquis, and even the Mad Emperor are likely powerful figures from the original Nine Heavens or strong figures who came from the Great Thousand Worlds to this place."

Song Yan said: "Then the deceased wish of Senior Gu Mohan to enlighten the Sea of Suffering, wouldn’t it be as difficult as reaching the heavens?"

One must remember the place he descended is just the Sea of Suffering corresponding to the bottom of his Great Thousand Worlds...

If there exist many other Great Thousand Worlds, he can’t imagine how arduous it would be to enlighten this Sea of Suffering.

He looked at the vortex in front of him, the fragrance of flowers paving the way downward, penetrating deeper into the Eighth Heaven’s Sea of Suffering.

The brief encounter had given him a sliver of insight into the offensive of the "Profound Yellow Four Realms".

’Since it’s a competition of True Domains, then...’

’Naturally, the more Taiyin and Taiyang, the better.’

Song Yan sat quietly for a moment, gathering substitute deaths with his Divine Forms Demon Body once again, then extended his large hand, reaching out towards the outside world through the Tumor Realm, uttering word by word: "This grab, will definitely grasp a wisp of Taiyang Fire for me to cultivate in safety."

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In a moment, twenty years flashed by.

Song Yan tried countless ways, but he discovered the number "nine" was the limit.

Within him, there existed nine yin and nine yang, totaling eighteen True Flames.

But this was already the limit.

Don’t get it wrong.

Each of the eighteen Taiyin and Taiyang True Flames is not a "strand of True Flame," but "ten strands of small True Flame" fused into "one strand of Great True Flame."

In other words, Song Yan absorbed a hundred and eighty small True Flames, and two small True Flames are enough for a late-stage Profound Yellow Three Realms cultivator to break through to the Fourth Realm.

Song Yan sent another doppelganger, reconnecting through the True Domain to re-explore the Celestial Guard Hall.

As he delved deeper, a rustling sound emerged once again.

His divine sense locked onto three-quarters of a withered old woman, who disappeared as abruptly as the previous mad attendant.

Song Yan slightly perceived and casually moved his doppelganger’s elbow back.

Thud!

Boom!

The old woman, like soft tofu, crashed into hard rock and instantly shattered, turning into ashes upon falling away.

"I see, the more True Flames fused, the stronger the power indeed becomes," Song Yan mused.

He continued forward.

Plop...

The sound of small stones rolling down was followed by a shadow suddenly appearing before him, lunging at him with a ferocious grin—another mad attendant.

Song Yan remained expressionless, slightly raising his right hand, his five fingers like iron clamps, gripping the mad attendant’s head, and with a sudden exertion of his arm.

Bang!

The mad attendant’s head exploded like a watermelon, spraying black turbid matter everywhere, while the body, headless, maintained its forward charging posture before collapsing with a loud crash, quickly turning into ashes along with the shattered head.

Song Yan looked at his hand.

Digesting two strands of small True Flame takes three hundred thousand years.

Fusing ten strands of small True Flame to form a Great True Flame takes six hundred thousand years.

And fusion can indeed accompany failure.

Overall, he failed only tens of millions of times...

Thus, excluding the time lost to failure, deducing his state to the extreme, it took a total of thirty-seven million eight hundred thousand years.

He doesn’t know how long it takes others to cultivate to this level.

He merely follows and implements the principle of "developing fully, digesting everything digestible completely, and only then exploring new areas."

While contemplating, another mad attendant pounced towards Song Yan’s left shoulder from the side.

Song Yan slightly shifted his posture, swinging his right hand, instantly seizing the mad attendant’s neck, his left hand curling underneath, clasping its waist and belly, fiercely pulling apart like a famished dragon fighting for food.

Rip!

The mad attendant’s body tore like old rags, spilling its rotting internal organs onto the ground.

Song Yan glanced at the torn body, coming to a vague understanding: ’If comparing strength in the True Domain, this must count as monstrous strength.’

He continued forward.

With further penetration, another mad attendant appeared.

The Celestial Guard Hall seemed to house quite a few such things.

This time, Song Yan didn’t immediately annihilate it but instead dodged.

Soon, the mad attendant became a bit unsteady, transforming into two.

This sight made Song Yan narrow his eyes.

He couldn’t discern any trace of the process.

Just suddenly, inexplicably... one turned into two, and both even possessed equal strength, which defied all logic.

The two mad attendants started attacking him.

He patiently observed, continuing to dodge relying on his formidable power.

After some time, as those two mad attendants saw they couldn’t defeat him, they suddenly merged into one again.

Whoosh!!

Song Yan suddenly tilted his head but was somewhat surprised by the force brushing past his ear.

’Stronger now?’

’In just a short while, they split into two and merged back, and the strength increased?’

’This...’

Song Yan was in no rush to slay this mad attendant; he harbored too much unfamiliarity with this land, just taking the opportunity to observe the mad attendants in the Celestial Guard Hall.

After a stick of incense time, the mad attendant continued attacking but didn’t split into two again.

Song Yan dragged the battle with the mad attendant for half an hour, and after confirming that the other side couldn’t or wouldn’t use that bizarre doppelganger magic technique, he swung his fist mightily, hitting the opponent’s head, which crashed down like a dog eating dirt.

Song Yan lifted his foot and stomped.

It felt as if an infinite divine peak fell from the clouds.

Boom!

The body of the mad attendant was forcefully stomped into the hall, body shattering utterly, organs bursting entirely, leaving only a twisted hand twitching slightly before it too rapidly turned into ashes.