Chapter 46 - Chapter 46: The Origin of Yin-Yang Palm

The crowd stood stunned. Moments ago, the Crimson Fire Spirit Bird had soared in the sky, wielding its scarlet treasure seal to attack, only to be slammed to the ground like a squawking rooster. At the foot of Spirit Mountain, a massive five-fingered imprint had formed, surrounded by deep fissures. Onlookers shuddered—what divine ability was this, so terrifying? "I bet a mentor intervened. That palm print is completely different from the golden runic energy earlier." "Agreed. The Crimson Fire Spirit Bird is a primeval ferocious beast, nearly undefeated in the Soul Convergence Realm. A mentor must have suppressed it out of displeasure." Whispers spread. The palm print had seemed to shroud the entire sky, a grand attacking art. This was merely a high-grade spirit mountain; no one here should possess such a fearsome divine ability. The bird, nearly stunned, hid in the imprint, covered in blood—humiliated. In the distance, mist swirled around a towering peak radiating treasure light, exuding ancient charm and traces of time. This ancient spirit mountain featured dao patterns on its rock walls, accelerating cultivation—a rare practice ground. Atop the peak, a maiden in purple stood surrounded by violet mist. Her delicate features exuded elegance, her waist slender. When her large, obsidian eyes fell on the palm print, she trembled, clutching her jade-like hand. "Is this... the Yin-Yang Palm?" she murmured,惊疑不定 (anxious and uncertain). She stepped down, vanishing in an instant—moving as if shrinking the earth into inches. "Daoling is here," Ziyu's eyes lit with惊喜 (joy). Had he mastered the Yin-Yang Palm? Her heart pounded, and she suppressed her excitement, arriving at the peak just in time to see his back disappearing into a palace. Sensing a faint波动 (wave), Daoling turned and saw Ziyu's exquisite, expressive face. "Ziyu, why are you here?" Lin Shishi also looked over, confused. She knew this maiden came from the fearsome Treasure Pavilion, causing a stir upon joining the academy and claiming an ancient spirit mountain. She never expected Daoling to know her—and that Ziyu had come to him. "Won't you invite me in?" Ziyu smiled, her purple robes fluttering, hair乌黑 (raven-black). The world seemed to dim beside her. "I was just about to find you. You're at Starfall Academy too?" Daoling asked, walking beside her. "Yes. The Starfall Hall is about to emerge, and I plan to enter." Ziyu nodded, her eyes scanning the room. They fell on the spirit ferret, surprising her—it was no ordinary beast, radiating formidable aura. "What exactly is the Starfall Hall?" Daoling asked. "An ancient relic. It's said Starfall Academy's inheritance originated there. Some claim it was a terrifying force in ancient times, but it's all rumor. It's a small world filled with opportunities, drawing many each time it opens." Seating herself, Ziyu added, "Legend says it holds 'Starshift,' one of the Seventy-Two Great Divine Abilities. Its value is incalculable, hence the crowds." Daoling frowned. "With so many opportunities, after countless openings since ancient times, can anything good remain?" Ziyu smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Not necessarily. The Starfall Hall is mysterious, with abundant energy. Inestimable treasures may lie within. Each opening sees spiritual herbs ripen, and many mysterious areas remain unexplored—it's worth the risk." "I see. I'll go too," Daoling nodded, then scratched his head. "The Yin-Yang Palm you gave me... it seems incomplete?" Ziyu's face lit up with惊喜 (excitement). "You truly mastered it?" "Mn. Now tell me its origin." Daoling smiled playfully. "Your tone—are you blaming me?" Ziyu rolled her eyes, though her smile remained. "Not at all, but it's terrifying," Daoling said gravely. He'd barely grasped it, yet its power was already immense—he couldn't fathom the complete version. "It's one of the Ten Supreme Divine Abilities of Heaven and Earth!" Ziyu's eyes burned with passion. "Impossible!" Daoling clenched his fist, shocked. The Ten Supreme Divine Abilities were mere legends, mightier than even the Seventy-Two Great Divine Abilities. That he'd learned the Yin-Yang Palm—a Supreme Ability—was mind-blowing; even true powerhouses would lose sleep over this. "I'm not lying. It is." Ziyu approached,激动 (agitated). "Though this is just the prologue, it can unlock the true Supreme Ability. I never thought you'd master it!" Normally composed, she now seemed uncharacteristically excited, her purple robes fluttering around her delicate form. "What do you mean?" Daoling frowned. *True* Ten Supreme Divine Abilities? Was this a hoax? "The prologue you practiced is treasured by some forces," Ziyu calmed, smiling. "In ancient times, a renowned peerless expert mastered the complete Yin-Yang Palm and left an inheritance." Legend had it that when the Yin-Yang Old Ancestor passed, he left a惊天 (earth-shattering) inheritance. Many sought this Supreme Ability, but none could unlock his divine repository. It was deduced that mastering the prologue might serve as a key, but no one could learn it—until now. Ziyu's surprise was understandable. "I see." Daoling's eyes flickered. Possessing a Supreme Ability was a double-edged sword; leaking this secret could lead to his downfall. "Daoling, don't worry. I'll keep your secret—only we know," Ziyu said solemnly, adding with a hint of reproach, "You were reckless earlier. Using the Yin-Yang Palm could expose you. Even I couldn't protect you if others found out." "I didn't know! You never told me," Daoling retorted, nervous. "What should we do?" Ziyu paced, then said, "Keep it hidden for now. Your strength is too weak. If this leaks, trouble will follow. Here's an idea..." She smiled. "Join Treasure Pavilion. You've heard of our influence. There's only gain in joining." Daoling agreed. Treasure Pavilion was the Mystic Domain's financial giant, controlling vast trade. Associating with them would ease access to treasures. Seeing his interest, Ziyu added, "Your current strength limits me to offering you a Prodigy title, though your worth deserves an Elder position." "Would I have to do anything?" Daoling asked, intrigued but unfamiliar with titles. "Nothing. Prodigy titles are honorary, given to promising youths from other forces—a way to build goodwill." Ziyu shook her head. "Alright," Daoling nodded. He needed spiritual herbs, and this title came at the perfect time. "Here." Ziyu handed him a silver token. "Keep this secret. Trust me." "Okay." "I should go." Ziyu rose to leave. Watching her go, Daoling grew anxious. The Supreme Ability was a烫手 mountain芋. If discovered, he'd be used as a tool. Sighing, he knew he could only grow stronger. Even Ziyu, around his age, possessed terrifying strength. Taking a deep breath, he sat to explore his abdomen. Extending his spirit soul like a third eye, he peered inside—then started in shock at what he saw.