# Chapter 694: Saint Lord Ye Fan
In the extreme yin and extreme darkness, Ye Fan sat in meditation, floating alone in the cold universe, never knowing the path ahead.
Before his brow, a crescent-shaped pendant floated, motionless, maintaining a very stable distance from him, like a divine lamp, shining brightly.
However, this radiance was extremely cold, capable of freezing anything. Several ancient treasures Ye Fan had collected turned to powder, unable to withstand the biting cold.
In his arms, he held a black gourd. A flame danced within, surrounded by nine-colored misty threads like a thin layer of smoke.
He was using the nine-colored sacred flame to resist the Grand Yin sacred force. Otherwise, he might have been transformed into a strand of Grand Yin qi and ceased to exist. And this was far from the core Grand Yin.
Such was the terrifying power of Grand Yin. Once it erupted, it was difficult to block. If not for the blazing nine-colored misty threads, it would have been impossible to withstand.
Around Ye Fan, black mist drifted. This was the primordial Grand Yin of the universe, extremely rare even within star domains, yet here there was a vast expanse of it.
Like a boundless black cloud, it submerged this place. The Grand Yang sacred force surged, and for this reason, the crescent-shaped pendant glowed, as if something alive had awakened.
Looking from afar, it resembled a Grand Yin divine lamp, fixed before Ye Fan's brow, inhaling and exhaling Grand Yin, forming a close connection with him.
He secretly rejoiced that the interior of the black gourd was like an ancient universe, infinitely vast, having absorbed endless nine-colored sacred flames. Otherwise, it would not have been enough to sustain consumption.
Grand Yin, embodying the ultimate yin force from the beginning of heaven and earth's creation, held infinite killing intent. It could not be controlled, could hardly be refined, let alone used to temper the body.
Since ancient times, those who had truly cultivated the Grand Yin Ancient Scripture to perfection could be counted on one hand. This was contending with the universe and heaven above for fortune and creation.
Within the pendant, ancient characters flickered one after another, then transformed into a brand that vibrated, resounding like a great bell, making one feel as if receiving a baptism.
Of course, this was a very terrifying baptism. Even if all the Saint Lords came, they could not withstand it. They would absolutely be transformed into Grand Yin qi and turned to powder.
This temperature was too low. With a slight tremor, it could freeze a hundred thousand li, unstoppable in its spread. Wherever it went, it would become a barren land, all life extinguished.
Ye Fan strove to calm his mind, using the nine-colored fire threads to resist the Grand Yin force, observing the brand within the pendant, earnestly comprehending.
Although he had anticipated it, truly confirming that the Grand Yin Ancient Scripture was contained within still stirred him with excitement. This was one of the two mother scriptures of the human race. Even the ancient Great Emperors had greatly benefited from studying it before attaining the Dao.
However, it was still an incomplete scripture, not flawless. It contained the Dao Palace volume and the Immortal Platform volume, but three volumes were missing, and there were no Grand Yin secret techniques.
Of course, having the Immortal Platform volume was sufficient. He had already cultivated the Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, Four Extremes, and Dragon Transformation realms, all with the strongest ancient scriptures.
Now, with Grand Yin and Grand Yang gathered together, converging in the Immortal Platform, he could precisely achieve the harmony of yin and yang, evolving the legendary supreme Immortal Platform technique!
Of course, this was a wishful hope in his heart. Since ancient times, who had managed to unite these two opposing ancient scriptures? Even the ancient sages of the Primeval Era had driven themselves mad trying.
"Grand Yin, Grand Yang, which is weak, which is strong? Yin and Yang united, one rules as sovereign under heaven."
This ancient saying, like a curse, echoed in Ye Fan's ears. The incantation sound came from within the crescent pendant, making it difficult for him to remain calm.
Since ancient times, attaining the Dao had been fraught with hardship and could not be forced. Besides great perseverance and great wisdom, one also needed supreme great fortune. Having ancient scriptures alone was not enough.
For example, the immortal divine dynasties and the holy lands that had endured through the ages all possessed ancient scriptures. Yet, aside from their founders, no one in later generations had ever attained the Dao.
It was as if a path could not be walked twice. The predecessor attaining the Dao blocked the path for those who came after, leaving no hope.
Yet Grand Yin and Grand Yang were so special. There was a legend that cultivating both to perfection could lead to attaining the Dao. As long as one cultivated these two ancient scriptures, one could attain the Dao.
With other ancient scriptures, even if cultivated to great perfection, one might not be able to take that ancestral step. One could only be an existence comparable to a Quasi-Emperor.
"Grand Yin and Grand Yang united, walking together to perfection, one can become sovereign. Truly astonishing. No wonder that Primeval Era sage risked death to defy heaven, driving himself mad and becoming the Human Demon."
Time flowed like water, never to return. The void had no epochs. Ye Fan sat like a fossil sealed in dust, motionless in the pitch-black universe, silently comprehending.
Beside him, the green-robed old man, holding the stone coffin, was like a stone carving. It was hard to say what state he was in. If one said he was dissolving into the Dao, he still existed, not completely decayed. If one said he was alive, he had lost his self-awareness.
As for the stone coffin, it had already closed, emitting not a single strand of qi. Otherwise, at such a close distance, Ye Fan could not have sat in meditation safely.
In this dark universe, time was the least valuable thing. Grand Yin mist swirled. Ye Fan had not moved for half a year, constantly comprehending.
Back then, when he cultivated the Grand Yang True Scripture, he had not spent this much time. He had emerged from seclusion in three months. Yet now, half a year had passed, and he was still frowning.
The Immortal Platform volume of the Grand Yin Ancient Scripture was extremely profound. It required a clear and flawless Dao heart to comprehend, a powerful divine sense as foundation, upon which to build the Immortal Platform.
He had all of this. It should have yielded twice the result with half the effort. Yet he encountered great trouble. Not only was progress slow, but he had also nearly crippled himself several times.
He had cultivated the Grand Yang True Scripture. Now, he was refining the opposing Grand Yin sacred force. The two severely clashed, completely unable to merge, almost shattering his Immortal Platform.
What harmony of yin and yang, what mutual generation of the two principles—none of it could be realized. There was only conflict and self-destruction.
"Pfft"
After another half month, Ye Fan spat out a large mouthful of blood. Grand Yin and Grand Yang clashed, shaking even his Immortal Platform. A terrifying bloody crack split open on his brow, very frightening.
"Grand Yin, Grand Yang—how to walk them together?!"
Ye Fan pondered, using all means. He was not overly arrogant, not thinking himself stronger than that Primeval Era sage, but because he had a reliance.
He came from the other end of the starry sky. He had seen the Taiji, though not a method of cultivation, it gave him infinite inspiration. Perhaps it was the most effective means to resolve Grand Yin and Grand Yang. Thus, he was attempting it.
Yet, even so, he suffered injury. The two completely opposite forces nearly shattered his Immortal Platform, turning it into chaos.
Ye Fan persevered, silently contemplating, sitting cross-legged in the pitch-black universe, beginning to comprehend the Dao once again.
"The way of heaven and earth uses yin and yang qi to create all things. The principle of human life uses yin and yang qi to nourish the hundred bones. Within one body, nothing is not in accord with the principle of yin and yang. I should start from this."
"Taiji refers to before heaven and earth were divided, when primordial qi was mixed as one—that is Tai Chu, Tai Yi."
Ye Fan murmured to himself, earnestly experiencing, circulating the Grand Yin Ancient Scripture within his body, once again beginning to attempt.
The Dao is the ultimate essence, cannot be given form, cannot be given name. Forcibly naming it, one calls it Tai Yi.
"I am Tai Yi. My body is the Dao. Through me, yin and yang are divided, giving birth to the two qi, interacting to create life."
Ye Fan's mind was flawless. Step by step, he deduced, combining what he knew, evolving Grand Yin and Grand Yang, making them advance together, water and fire blending.
He saw himself as the Dao, dividing yin and yang within the Dao, focusing on letting Grand Yin and Grand Yang unite, depending on each other for existence.
Thus, another great year passed. Ye Fan, using the meaning of Taiji to cultivate the Grand Yin and Grand Yang ancient scriptures, finally made a breakthrough, achieving key progress.
Of course, this did not mean he had truly merged Grand Yin and Grand Yang. It was only that he could now cultivate them initially. Cultivating both scriptures together was truly too difficult.
Achieving this small step of accomplishment, besides his talent, was also because he had absorbed the thousand-year essence of ancient China, drawing analogies, comprehending the Dao through Taiji.
For this year, Ye Fan had not moved at all, like a divine statue in an ancient temple, solemn and dignified, understanding the Dao and clarifying the mind.
Finally, the nine-colored misty threads outside his body faded slightly. Black mist flowed in—this was pure Grand Yin force, strand by strand, entering his pores.
After more than a year of bitter cultivation, he had finally drawn in Grand Yin true force, refining it into his body, washing his flesh. Though very little, it was astonishing.
In the Big Dipper Star Domain, on an ancient star, within a forbidden land of ancient lifeforms in the Eastern Wasteland, a divine platform flickered.
After more than a year, they had finally truly decided to summon across the desolate universe. The required resources were enormous. Divine source formed cubes, piled at the four corners.
Array patterns flickered, Dao marks densely covered, interweaving in the void. This place was instantly submerged.
At the same time, in the cold, silent depths of the universe, Ye Fan was startled awake. He felt a powerful force tearing, trying to pull him into a tunnel.
"What happened?" Suddenly, he felt a mysterious and profound force restraining him.
"Boom"
He directly channeled Grand Yin true force, piercing it toward the distant void, entering a passage.
In the Eastern Wasteland, the divine platform flickered. A mass of black mist rushed out, filled with destructive aura, instantly turning this ancient land into powder, becoming frozen earth.
"Grand Yin sacred force!"
"Being able to cultivate Grand Yin sacred force—which clan's king is this?"
A group of Primeval lifeforms were very surprised, all retreating, using various treasures to protect themselves, blocking the black mist's approach. At the same time, light flashed, and the divine platform dimmed.
"Should we summon again? This existence seems very averse to it."
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In the universe, Ye Fan was astonished. He vaguely felt that the ancient king he had carried out from the purple bronze war vessel had attracted the pulling force just now, but he did not think much of it.
He began to sit in meditation again, bitterly cultivating Grand Yin force. Mist, strand by strand, surged into his body, entering and exiting through his pores, gradually allowing him to adapt somewhat.
Thus, one month, two months... In the blink of an eye, another year passed. Ye Fan's Grand Yin had achieved minor success. Though far from reaching the ultimate realm, he now had extraordinary means.
During this time, he continuously refined Grand Yin sacred force. The vast black mist in this ancient domain was almost completely absorbed.
Ye Fan was very focused. Day after day, month after month, he silently cultivated bitterly. He needed powerful strength, constantly comprehending.
"Taiji moves and generates yang. When movement reaches its extreme, it becomes still. Stillness generates yin. When stillness reaches its extreme, it moves again. One movement, one stillness—each is the root of the other. Dividing yin and dividing yang, the two principles are established."
Grasping yin and yang, cultivating Grand Yin and Grand Yang together, he had finally achieved some success, but he was still unsatisfied.
In this pitch-black star domain, Ye Fan had been in seclusion for over three years, not moving a single step, finally refining all the black mist.
In the past, he had used three months to cultivate the Grand Yang Ancient Scripture. Now, he had used a full three years to cultivate the Grand Yin Ancient Scripture. The time difference was enormous, but the effect was also astonishing.
Ye Fan had entered the desolate universe for nearly seven years. His strength had made considerable progress. Finally, after refining all the Grand Yin mist, he experienced a great tribulation that shook this star domain.
A super-terrifying lightning tribulation. A group of human-shaped lightning descended, and then a heavenly palace pressed down, trying to suppress him to death.
In the end, he successfully crossed the tribulation, taking the most critical step in a cultivator's life, entering the second heaven of the Immortal Platform, becoming a Saint Lord-rank figure!
For Ye Fan, this had extremely significant meaning. As a Sacred Body, and having entered the Eight Forbidden Domain, once he became a Saint Lord, he would be extremely terrifying. He could go anywhere under heaven, and no one could kill him anymore.
"I have reached this realm. If I return to the Big Dipper Star Domain, what need I fear from the various holy lands?!" However, he could only sigh. He could not return.
Late at night, in the Eastern Wasteland, Pang Bo was covered in blood, looking up at the starry sky. "Seven years. Little Leaf, are you still alive? Have you returned to our homeland? Do you know how brutal the battles here are..."
"Cough..." Li Heishui coughed blood. "This time, I might also die. I don't know if the Barbarian survived."
On another ancient platform, Ji Ziyue coughed lightly, a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. She looked up at the starry sky. "Little Leaf, where are you? Have you returned to the other end of the starry sky? Your old friends have encountered great trouble. My brother went to help and was sneak-attacked, severely wounded."