Chapter Seven: The Ultimate Yin Immortal Foundation, Boundaries of the Mara

The Foundation of Ultimate Yin!
Formed by the boundless source of Yin, fused with the supreme Yin Canon!
This is the supreme path perfected and refined by the Lord of Yin through countless cycles of reincarnation.
Such a foundation, even the most peerless prodigies of the ages, could scarcely hope to forge!
Soon, the first foundation was fully formed.
Outside, the endless chilling aura diminished by a ninth.
Yet it did not stop.
The strange, frigid power surged madly into the Lord of Yin’s body!
Visible to the naked eye—
The second foundation...
The third...
Until nine foundations, each engraved with intricate and bizarre patterns, took shape above the endless black sea of torment!
Around the Lord of Yin, a terrifyingly cold and eerie aura soared to the heavens!
Even an Emperor would pale before such a sight!
This cold was too intense—
Not something an ordinary Emperor could withstand!
Even those at the peak of the imperial realm would be gravely wary!
Indeed, the foundation forged by the Lord of Yin in this moment could not be matched even by the Immortal Emperor who once suppressed an entire era!
The difference lies in the soul—
For those at the imperial realm, should they dare to refine such a vast source of Yin within themselves, their souls would freeze, shatter, and perish!
But the Lord of Yin possessed a soul nearing transcendence and a primordial physique nearly one with the Dao itself!
The Yin source could not freeze his soul nor threaten his Dao body.
Thus, he could absorb all the Yin sources into himself, transforming them into a sea of torment.
What he forged was no longer a simple foundation, but an Immortal Foundation!
With nine sources of Yin, each rivaling an Emperor, he forged the supreme Immortal Foundation!
One could say without reservation: at this moment, the Lord of Yin could ascend to immortality in an instant—what difficulty would there be?
“The profundities contained in the Yin Canon are many; cultivation cannot be rushed.”
Feeling the terrifying Yin power within, the Lord of Yin mused quietly, shaking his head.
After a brief pause, he remained motionless, beginning to evolve the first layer of supreme Yin arts.
The Morro Killing Realm...
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Meanwhile,
In the snowy northern region, among the three hundred and sixty-eight nations, the Moon of Cold was supreme.
Within the hundreds of cities under its rule, death reigned; corpses lay everywhere, yet not a drop of blood was seen.
Even the capital, Azure Inscription City, was no exception!
The streets were silent, corpses arrayed everywhere.

At the highest point of Azure Inscription City, within the magnificent palaces built of endless ice, armored guards stood in rows.
In the grandest palace, a young man clad in white, exuding a faint sacred aura, sat quietly upon a long bench.
Beside him, a snow-white celestial crane stood still.
At his feet, two elderly men with terrifying auras knelt respectfully—
Clearly, both were quasi-emperors.
Behind them, dozens of figures of various ages lay sprawled on the ground, lifeless.
Each body bore dozens, even hundreds, of fatal wounds!
Without exception, a deep blood hole marred each forehead.
As if their souls had been shattered in a single strike.
If one from the Underworld were present, they would recognize at a glance—
Several of those corpses were northern lords who had besieged the Valley of Longevity that day!
A thick stench of blood pervaded the entire hall.
No one spoke in the vast chamber, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.
“Are they here?”
Suddenly, the young man at the head slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the kneeling elders, his brows furrowed as he spoke impatiently.
“Reply… Divine Envoy…”
“The princess carries a treasure that conceals her aura, we…”
“Could not find her…”
One frail elder, nervously bowed, stammered his response.
“Just a bunch of lowly rabble, and yet I foolishly imagined keeping you in my service.”
“You shall all become divine slaves, fighting to the death for me.”
Hearing this, the youth grew ever more impatient, snorting coldly, his eyes flashing with chill as he pointed swiftly at each elder.
“This…”
Under his gesture, the two elders felt a surge of sacred power, unable to resist.
Their souls became hazy; memories were quickly erased!
“I am your master.”
With a faint voice, the youth spoke, and the light in the elders’ eyes faded, replaced by blankness.
Upon their brows, a golden mark emitting a sacred glow flickered ceaselessly.
“How truly laughable.”
Having finished, the youth glanced over the corpses in the hall, shaking his head with a slight smile, murmuring:
“With the secret arts of my Celestial Dynasty, I have extracted the vitality of these ants and refined it for myself. Now, my cultivation has reached the mid-immortal realm.”
“I have already used secret arts to send word of the Lord of Yin back to the dynasty; I expect within half a month, the mighty of the dynasty will arrive in person.”
“When the time comes, slaying the Lord of Yin will be my greatest achievement!”
At this thought, his smile deepened, eyes shining with profound light, pondering in his heart:
“The earlier fluctuation of chilling power felt like the imperial realm… more likely, it was the Lord of Yin himself…”
“The Lord of Yin slaughtered tens of thousands of quasi-emperors before, surely with the aid of the world’s will. By comparison, with my strength now, slaying quasi-emperors is as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs.”

“Now, with the immortal treasure shielding my soul, I could test the Lord of Yin’s true strength…”
“I suspect the fleeing princess of the Moon of Cold is heading toward the Lord of Yin as well…”
As he thought, certainty grew in his gaze. With a wave of his hand, a blood-colored, eerie bead three inches wide appeared in his palm.
“The Blood Pearl of All Spirits still lacks its master soul…”
“That princess—no one will take her from me…”
Staring at the blood pearl, a cold gleam flashed deep in the youth’s eyes. After murmuring, he put it away, swept his sleeve, and commanded:
“Assemble the armored guards; march with me!”
“We obey our lord!”
At his words, the two elders with sacred marks on their brows quickly bowed in respect.
“We obey our lord!”
Immediately, throughout the vast palace, the shouts of tens of thousands shook heaven and earth.
……
“Morro possesses spirit, the realm of slaughter is born…”
“Ten thousand souls unite, severing the mortal world…”
At this moment, upon a vast ocean, endless ice floes drifted.
On each sizable floe sat a figure in black and gold robes, cross-legged.
In the world, a faint murmuring echoed; among the tens of thousands of black-gold robed figures, illusory blood-red chains connected each, a bizarre power permeated the air.
Above the sea, the void, under the influence of the endless chains’ aura, began to glow with blood-red light.
As if the very space of the sea was about to be utterly replaced!
Yet at the center of the sea, one figure bore no chain—
As if he existed apart from the tens of thousands.
But the aura of strangeness about him was the densest,
Comparable to the power gathered by all those chains.
Indeed, it seemed he was the master of all here.
One man linked to ten thousand!
With a single thought, he could command the power of ten thousand!
Such power could change heaven and earth!
Buzz…
A faint humming sounded; the void trembled, and the tens of thousands of figures quickly faded!
“There is no Morro Realm in this world—when the intent to kill grows too strong, and obsession floods the heavens, then the body of the Asura is born…”
“Ten thousand Asuras, refining this realm…”
Then, at the heart of the endless sea, a youth clad in black and gold, his aura ethereal and strange, slowly opened his eyes, murmuring with a sigh:
“Let alone slaughtering all Immortals of the mortal world—even if an Immortal King arrives, what can he do…”