My Arts Evolve When Perfected

"Yin Yang has bestowed upon you a body, and to Yin Yang your Soul returns. You were created by Yin Yang from birth. When you come of age, you may choose your own name. For now, in accordance with the rules of the [Yin Yang Summoned Life], I shall call you [Bai Mo], as you are the last of one hundred to be taken."

The [Yin Yang Summoned Life] concluded, and Elder Zhao Sheng fell back into a deep slumber. Meanwhile, [Fish Bell] took Jiang Qiu’s hand and strolled down the mountain. "Our Hundred Ghosts Sect was once a renowned Major Sect in the Southern Border of the Netherworld Dynasty, but we’ve fallen into decline. We are in dire need of new blood like you.

We must dedicate our entire lives to fighting for the Hundred Ghosts Sect to reach its Peak once more. Ascending to the Yang Realm after death is the best possible fate..."

From her lark-like voice, Jiang Qiu gradually gathered that he had been "fated" to be summoned by a declining Sect in the Netherworld Dynasty—the Hundred Ghosts Sect.

This Netherworld Dynasty was a moderately sized Dynasty within the Yin Realm of the Yin Yang Great Realm, its territory home to countless Sects.

The Hundred Ghosts Sect was currently located in the Southern Border of the Netherworld Dynasty, in a place called Sunset City, where it was one of the city’s four Major Sects.

He could also vaguely discern that all Cultivators in the Yin Realm yearned to enter the Yang Realm after death...

"Elder [Bell Fish], what kind of place is the Yang Realm?"

Taking the opportunity, Jiang Qiu asked softly, like an ignorant child, curious about everything in this world.

He couldn’t see [Bell Fish]’s face beneath her mask, only the sound of two pleasant chuckles. "The Yang Realm is the final destination for all Cultivators in this world. It is said that the legacy of Transcendence beyond this world can be found there. A Cultivator who goes there might have a chance to master Yin Yang, and ultimately, unify yin and yang.

However, ordinary people are not qualified to go to the Yang Realm. Only peerless geniuses who have ascended the Yin Yang Celestial Pride List can ascend there after death."

"What is the Yin Yang Celestial Pride List?"

Jiang Qiu grew even more curious. Everything about this world was strange, utterly unlike Blue Star or the Northern Boundary. There were so many things he had never even heard of.

In truth, every Great Realm had its own unique traits. It was just that some were so unconventional that people from other Great Realms felt as if they had entered a bizarre Exotic Realm.

"The Yin Yang Celestial Pride List..." [Bell Fish] murmured the words. Her slender, fair hand swept across her chest, and a Nether Dark Spirit Charm, like smoke left behind by a dying firefly, coalesced into a panel. "This is it."

[Yin Yang Celestial Pride List]

[First Place: Ancestor [Unrivaled]]

[Second Place: National Preceptor [Celestial Secret]]

[Third Place...]

[...]

[One-Hundredth Place: Emperor [Netherworld]]

One hundred names flickered on what seemed to be a divine list birthed from the Great Dao itself, which Jiang Qiu had only chanced a glimpse of. When his gaze landed on the last name, he was taken aback. "This person in one-hundredth place... do they have some connection to the Netherworld Dynasty?"

"[Netherworld] is the name of the Dynasty’s Monarch. If he dies, the Dynasty bestows a name upon the new Emperor. Simply put, the Netherworld Dynasty we are in is his Dynasty."

Hearing this explanation, Jiang Qiu’s pupils trembled. "[Netherworld] is the Monarch of the Dynasty, and he’s only ranked one-hundredth?"

’An entire Dynasty... To dare use the character for ’Emperor’ in its founding, its territory must be vast. And the Monarch of a generation should, on paper, be the strongest person within that Dynasty.’

’So how can the Monarch of this Dynasty only be ranked at one hundred?’

’How many other Dynasties, or how many terrifyingly powerful experts, must be ranked above him!’

"Hush! One-hundredth place is not low at all! Being able to achieve that rank is another moment of glory for our Dynasty. He’s currently the only one to make the list with the strength of the Initial Tier of the Unity Realm. A true, peerless genius!"

A glint of adoration shone from the narrow slit of [Bell Fish]’s mask. To her, the Yin Yang Celestial Pride List was practically the definitive ranking of the Yin Realm. To have one’s name on it was an infinite honor!

Everyone wanted to get on the Yin Yang Celestial Pride List.

It was a ticket to the Yang Realm, a contest at the very pinnacle of the Great Dao.

’Initial Tier of the Unity Realm...’ Jiang Qiu’s heart pounded, but he gradually calmed himself. "In that case, getting to the Yang Realm must be exceptionally difficult. Can anyone from the Hundred Ghosts Sect really make the list?"

Cultivators at the Fusion Realm have comprehended a portion of the Space Law, allowing them to traverse the void and travel directly to other Great Realms. The Unity Realm is a step above that—its masters can create their own small worlds!

It’s similar to [Dragon Lake], but it involves tearing open a spatial world out of thin air. A Unity Realm master is the sovereign of that small world, possessing a nearly indestructible and immortal power.

He had encountered similar abilities when he met [Kun] at Northern Boundary Mountain. Of course, the [Kun] at that time was no longer in the Unity Realm and couldn’t unleash the full power of its internal world.

Besides, it wasn’t a complete internal world; it seemed to have been shattered long ago.

’If it had been able to completely control even that small part of the [Celestial Kun Illusion Realm],’ he thought, ’I would probably be dead already.’

At this thought, Jiang Qiu sucked in a sharp breath. [Bell Fish], oblivious to his thoughts, just chuckled happily. "If we can’t make the list in one lifetime, we’ll try for ten. If not in ten, then a hundred. We have until the end of the era to fight for a spot.

In this Great Realm, Yin Yang created us. We die, but we are also reborn. We just lose the memories of our past lives.

In essence, we are still living."

"..."

The World Law was incomprehensible. Jiang Qiu decided not to press further. He had no intention of dying in the Yin Yang Great Realm; he just wanted to take [Flower] home and find information about the Nine Venerable Great Realm.

And so, as they walked, Jiang Qiu listened to [Bell Fish]’s stories about the Yin Realm, the Netherworld Dynasty, the Southern Border, Sunset City, the Hundred Ghosts Sect, and the Yin Yang Celestial Pride List.

When they arrived at a grand hall on a mountain peak, they were greeted by a group of maids, servants, and disciples, all wearing masks just like her. They respectfully welcomed [Bell Fish] back, their gazes falling on the young man, Jiang Qiu, whom she led by the hand. "Master, is this the new disciple you received from the [Yin Yang Summoned Life]? Why is he so old?"

"He has the aura of a newborn and no Cultivation whatsoever! He really did come from the [Yin Yang Summoned Life]!"

Gasps of amazement escaped from behind the disciples’ masks. They tilted their heads, clustering together like a swarm of ants to scrutinize him with all their might.

To them, disciples from the [Yin Yang Summoned Life] were completely different from locally recruited ones. Those who came from the [Yin Yang Summoned Life] were almost always geniuses.

They were also incredibly rare; the Sect was lucky to receive one every ten years.

But weren’t the geniuses from the [Yin Yang Summoned Life] supposed to be infants? Why had their Master brought back a handsome youth with rosy lips and a fair complexion?

’Well, he is quite handsome. His eyes are cold, like pools of ice water, and he has a very masculine build... It’s enough to make one smitten...’

’They’d been wearing masks for so long, they had rarely seen such a pure, natural body.’

’Especially that of a youth in his teens.’

’To them, Jiang Qiu was like a welcome rain in a parched land—an auspicious sign!’