In the void, the River of Supreme Yin and the River of Supreme Yang intersected, forming a colossal cross—a sight both majestic and awe-inspiring!
One was pitch-black like ink, the other radiant with golden brilliance; one exuded an aura of heavy yin energy, the other blazed with sacred fervor; one seemed to emerge from the depths of hell, the other as if originating from a divine realm.
These were two entirely different rivers, both shrouded in the runes of the Great Dao, containing terrifying power and roaring like tsunamis, deafening to the ears.
These were not the same Yin and Yang rivers seen in the past. Those had been impure, mere mortal rivers. But these two before them were the origin, the ancestral rivers.
Beneath the ashes on the ground, there were also two rivers. How had they formed?
Upon careful deduction, they were truly projections!
Between heaven and earth, there existed the true Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang, spanning the cosmos. Wherever their projections fell upon a realm, yin qi and yang essence would gather, eventually merging with mortal rivers to form water bodies.
The two rivers beneath the ashes were already quite pure, yet compared to the two in the heavens, they were nothing.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao shattered the rippling runes of the Great Dao, struggling to approach until he stood in the void, near the crossing rivers.
The golden lion’s fur stood on end, bristling with fear. The aura radiating from this place was so terrifying that it couldn’t help but tremble.
This was no ordinary place—it inspired reverence, stirring a tremor deep within the soul.
Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang were the two most fundamental rules of the universe, perhaps even the two primal elements.
The Great Dao evolved from yin and yang, opposing yet complementing each other. Even the five elemental forces originated from these two energies—this was the root.
Before these rivers of Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang, any living being would naturally tremble, overwhelmed by boundless emotions. Any cultivator who reached this place would feel their soul quake.
Shi Hao gradually calmed, adapting to the fluctuations.
The golden lion, no ordinary creature either, let out a low growl and finally steadied itself, its spirit no longer trembling as it followed Shi Hao step by step.
From another perspective, the two intersecting rivers appeared serene and perfect, peaceful and harmonious.
The earlier thunderous roars had vanished, replaced by a tranquil, picturesque scene—the most serene place in existence.
How could this be?
This was the Great Dao!
Ever-changing, unfathomable.
One could say that the rivers of Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang were the tangible manifestations of the Great Dao, the clearest embodiments of its rules and order.
The energies of Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang represented yin and yang—the mother of all rules, a transcendent force.
Now, a man and a beast had the fortune to stand here. As their hearts settled, the entire world seemed to quieten with them, granting them unexpected insights.
At the very least, their understanding of yin and yang deepened instantly.
This influenced their own paths. Shi Hao gasped in amazement as his body rumbled, the gates within his flesh blazing with radiant light, dazzling and resplendent.
**Crack!**
Only when a faint sound echoed in the distance did the two awaken from their enlightenment.
Near the crossing rivers stood some ruined, abandoned structures. A cracked stele had snapped them out of their trance.
This was the void—no land, no continent, only two rivers that were part of the Great Dao, a kind of tangible incarnation!
Yet, in ancient times, living beings had dwelled here, turning it into their domain!
How terrifying was that?
This had once been a forbidden land of life, overlooking the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!
As for the ruins beneath the ashes on the ground, they too were remnants of this clan—but it was clear that this place had been their true stronghold.
Without a doubt, only core members, the strongest beings, had the right to reside here.
Yet, they had perished!
And this catastrophe was far more terrifying than the mere fact that a race had once inhabited this place.
What kind of power could overthrow a forbidden land of life, erasing it entirely? The battle must have been brutal, for how else could such ashes remain on the ground?
Those ashes were the remnants of burned gods!
“Where is the gate?” Shi Hao searched, treading cautiously through the ruins.
This was the heart of a forbidden land of life, destroyed for reasons unknown.
Soon, Shi Hao shuddered, and the golden lion trembled. Though the structures were few and broken, the oppressive aura was overwhelming.
A cracked stele emanated an immortal aura, chilling to the bone.
Clearly, no life remained here. The people and events of the past had been buried, all vitality extinguished.
Yet, the traces left behind by the forbidden land’s inhabitants were still soul-shaking, especially since this had been the meditation ground of its core figures.
The ruined buildings could be surveyed at a glance—nothing remained but massive stones and copper pillars, yet they still made one’s hair stand on end.
The lingering aura of the immortals who once dwelled here had not yet dissipated after all these years.
Had Shi Hao and the golden lion not been strong enough, ordinary beings would have collapsed under the pressure before even reaching this place.
One could imagine that, had this place not been destroyed, few in the world could have set foot here, even if it were unguarded.
“Where is the gate?” The golden lion also searched, avoiding the ruins and pacing before the two great rivers in the void.
They searched for a long time but found no clues, no signs of movement.
“Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang—their ends hold an ancient path leading to the lower realm. But where is it?” Shi Hao muttered.
This was the clue he had learned of, yet now that he was here, he couldn’t find the entrance.
**Boom!**
Suddenly, he began to manifest the Kun Peng technique. Wings unfurled behind him, gently flapping as Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang energies clashed, birthing chaotic qi.
“That’s it! It must be there!” he realized.
By invoking the Great Dao of yin and yang here, Shi Hao understood—where else would the gate most likely be but at the intersection of the two rivers?
At the crossing point, chaotic qi surged, spreading in a hazy mist.
He approached cautiously, feeling unprecedented pressure.
Shi Hao tossed a magical artifact into the intersection. It vanished beneath the waters, only for chaotic qi to erupt, melting the artifact into nothingness.
The golden lion sucked in a cold breath, instinctively retreating.
Was this the ancient path? Jumping in would mean certain death.
“No, that’s not it!” Shi Hao frowned, once again invoking the Great Dao of yin and yang.
This time, he didn’t just use the Kun Peng technique—he also summoned the Thunder Emperor’s divine power.
Most saw lightning as pure destruction, the wrath of the heavens. Yet within it also lay the vitality of tribulation elixir.
Yin and yang, life and death—opposing yet harmonious, a fundamental truth.
Shi Hao’s body glowed as he transformed—now a Kun, now a Peng, now a being of lightning, crackling with arcs of electricity.
**Boom!**
The heavens and earth seemed to split apart.
“Roar—!”
The golden lion’s mane stood straight, its entire body bristling like a porcupine.
It let out a cry and fled into the distance.
For at that moment, the rivers of Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang shifted—one descending from the sky, the other sweeping horizontally.
They still crossed, but their paths had changed.
Their intersection was now right where Shi Hao stood.
The golden lion couldn’t believe its eyes—was this an illusion or reality?
Was the Desolate One about to bathe in the rivers of Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang, merging with the Great Dao?
The Fearless Lion realized that these two rivers were no ordinary waters—they were formed of runes, condensed from the two primal forces.
**Boom!**
Yet no disaster followed. At the intersection, a gate appeared—mysterious, eerie, exuding chaotic qi. Shi Hao stood before it.
The gate was now open, revealing an ancient path paved with gray-brown stone steps, leading into the unknown.
Found it! This was the place!
Shi Hao’s heart raced. This had to be the path back to his homeland!
He never expected it would require such a method—mastery of the Great Dao of yin and yang, resonance with the two rivers, to unlock this mysterious ancient road.
Yet questions lingered—why was there such a path at the intersection of the Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang rivers?
From what era did it originate? Who had created it?
And was the lower realm truly so important that such a road had been forged to remain connected?
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