Chapter 5: The Tomb of the Yin-Yang Dragon Immortal

Chapter 5: The Tomb of the Yin Yang Dragon Immortal

A year ago, Xiao Chen had achieved something unprecedented—he broke into the Martial Core Realm at just fourteen years old. But what truly shook the Xiao Family was the awakening of his elemental attribute—the Yin-Yang Element.

A rare and unparalleled power, balancing the forces of creation and destruction, light and darkness, harmony and chaos.

Unlike the common universal elements—fire, wind, earth, water, and even lightning—his element belonged to a Special Class, a tier above, revered and feared alike. In the Great Martial World, elemental affinities were graded from Weak, Low, Mid, High, Top, Superior, Perfect, Exceptional, to Divine Grade.

And his Yin-Yang Affinity had awakened as Top Grade—the peak within the mortal world's comprehension.

While others such as Xiao Rongyu had managed to awaken Top Grade Fire affinity and Xiao Han even possessed a High Grade Wood Affinity. However, none could compare to the profound mystique of the Yin-Yang Element. For Special Elements like Yin-Yang elements were not bound by the same limitations as Universal Elements—they transcended them.

From that day, he was declared the greatest genius of the Xiao Family. A prodigy destined to lead them to glory.

Yet, not long after, Xiao Chen left the comfort of his family and ventured alone into the Desolate Mountain Range, a place where countless treasures and perils awaited those daring enough to explore.

The Desolate Mountain Range was surrounded by an ancient forest, shrouded in mystery and danger. The Forest of Silent Despair—a name given by those who barely escaped its depths.

Legends spoke of its eerie silence, where not even the wind dared to whisper. The deeper one ventured, the more terrifying it became. Spirit beasts lurked in the shadows, waiting for the slightest sign of weakness. Strange herbs and treasures thrived here, but so did ferocious creatures that could kill Martial Masters with ease.

This was a place of fortune and ruin.

Xiao Chen stepped into the forest alone, facing both its dangers and opportunities. For a full month, he remained in the outer region, tempering himself through relentless battles. He honed his skills, pushed his limits, and grew stronger every day.

But then—

Something changed.

One fateful night, as he sat in meditation beneath a star-lit sky, an unfathomable phenomenon shook the world.

The Pulse of the Heavenly Dao

Hummm...

A deep, ancient vibration resonated through the air, echoing across the land like the heartbeat of the heavens.

The entire Desolate Mountain Range trembled.

The sky darkened, as if swallowed by an invisible force. From the depths of the Forest of Silent Despair, a strange sound emerged—a hymn of the Dao, a melody that transcended mortal understanding.

At that moment—

The world itself seemed to bow.

Countless spirit beasts fell to their knees. The once ferocious creatures that ruled these lands lowered their heads in reverence, their roars subdued into silent submission. Even the ancient trees swayed as if offering their respects.

It was as if a supreme entity had awakened.

Xiao Chen's heart pounded.

His body froze, but his soul stirred.

Because this ethereal hymn... was calling to him.

He could feel it—something deep within the core of his being resonating with the mysterious force. It was not just a summons; it was a destined connection.

Without hesitation, Xiao Chen followed the sound.

He sprinted through the Forest of Silent Despair, breaking past the outer region where he had trained. He moved with unwavering focus, ignoring the usual dangers—because strangely, there were none.

No beasts attacked him.

No obstacles stood in his way.

It was as if the entire forest had acknowledged his presence and allowed him to pass.

He crossed the inner region, then the core region, before finally standing at the entrance to the Desolate Mountain Range.

Here, towering black mountains loomed over him like primordial titans, their peaks piercing the heavens. These mountains had stood for countless millennia, their very existence exuding an aura of mystery and divinity.

And then—

Whoosh!

Before he could even take another step, the ground beneath him trembled violently.

A blinding golden vortex suddenly materialized, swirling with a power that warped space itself. The air grew heavy, the gravitational force crushing down on him.

Xiao Chen's eyes widened, but before he could react—

He was sucked in.

The world around him vanished into darkness.

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Xiao Chen's consciousness stirred.

His eyelids fluttered open, his breath shallow as he slowly sat up. A dull ache spread through his body, his limbs feeling as if they had endured the crushing weight of an entire mountain.

He glanced around, his vision adjusting to the eerie glow of the chamber he now found himself in.

And what he saw left him speechless.

The chamber was vast, stretching hundreds of meters wide, its towering ceiling lost in the dim glow of ethereal golden flames that flickered upon obsidian sconces. The air was heavy with an indescribable pressure, as if the very space itself was infused with an ancient will.

The walls were adorned with intricate golden runes, glowing faintly like living veins of power coursing through the chamber. The designs wove together into grand, complex patterns—each rune exuding a primordial aura that seemed to resonate with the very laws of the universe.

Beneath his feet lay a mosaic of black jade tiles, so polished they reflected the glow of the flames above. Each tile was inscribed with arcane symbols, pulsating gently, whispering secrets from a forgotten age.

In front of him stood three colossal chests, each nearly two meters tall, constructed from unknown materials. They shimmered with an unfathomable luster, as if sealed with energies beyond mortal comprehension. The aura emanating from them was profound yet subdued, like dormant titans awaiting the call of their master.

Yet, beyond the chests, his gaze was drawn to the most striking sight of all—

"A massive stone coffin".

It loomed before him like the tomb of an ancient deity, crafted from deep violet celestial stone, its surface covered in engraved draconic patterns that pulsed with a silent, undying power. A presence so vast radiated from it that it sent an involuntary shiver down Xiao Chen's spine.

But what lay behind the coffin sent his heart into utter shock.

A monolithic stone tablet stood tall behind the coffin, carved from an unknown, immortal-grade material. It emitted a faint yet awe-inspiring golden radiance, as if the very essence of heaven and earth had been embedded within its depths.

Upon its surface, bold glowing characters danced like living flames, exuding an aura so profound that it seemed to resonate with the very laws of existence.

Xiao Chen stepped closer, his breath caught in his throat as he read the words inscribed upon it—

"I seek the peak of martial arts, to uncover the very truth of the universe itself, comprehend the heavenly dao, and bend fate and samsara to my will."

A thunderclap seemed to explode within his soul.

His heart pounded violently, his blood boiling as if struck by divine lightning. His vision blurred, and an uncontrollable force surged within him, making him stagger.

His knees buckled.

He fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his very bloodline trembling as if it had encountered something it was destined to acknowledge.

These words were not mere text.

They carried a will that defied the heavens, a conviction so absolute that it shook the very fabric of reality. Even after countless eras, this declaration still held supreme power, imprinted upon the world itself.

Then, his gaze fell upon the name inscribed beneath the declaration—

"Yin-Yang Dragon Immortal - Long Tianyi."

Xiao Chen's mind exploded with realization.

A single word formed on his lips, his voice trembling as he whispered—

"I-Immortal...?"

His chest tightened, his breathing became ragged.

His hands trembled as he clenched his fists.

"I stumbled upon the tomb of a supreme immortal… in the mortal realms?"

His eyes burned with disbelief.

Immortals were beings of legend, transcendent figures who stood above the heavens. They were beyond mortality, existing in a realm of power unfathomable to mere mortals. It is believed that billions of years ago, the world was a boundless universe called the Divine Heavens but because of a great calamity and war between many ancient peerless powerhouses that shook the very foundation of the world, the laws of the heavenly dao changed and the boundless universe of the Divine Heavens was split into three realms.

"The Lower Realm, also known as the Mortal Realm, the Immortal Realm where Immortals live, and then there's the Divine Realm."

There was no knowledge about the Divine Realm so to the people of the Mortal Realm, Immortals were supreme existences that had reached the peak of martial arts.

To think that such a being… had left their final resting place in the lower realms?

And not just any immortal… but one who sought to bend fate and samsara itself?

Xiao Chen's mind spun—

This was not merely a coincidence.

He had been led here.

And now, he was standing before a tomb that could change his destiny forever.