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 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.
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 a Top Grade Fire Affinity, and Xiao Han even possessed a High Grade Wood Affinity, none could compare to the profound mystique of the Yin-Yang Element. Special Elements like his 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.
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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 mountain range was surrounded by an ancient forest, shrouded in mystery and danger—the Forest of Silent Despair. This ominous name was given by the few who managed to escape 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. Vicious spirit beasts lurked in the shadows. Monstrous creatures that could kill Martial Masters with ease prowled beneath its canopy.
This was a place of fortune and ruin.
For a full month, Xiao Chen remained in the outer region, tempering himself through relentless battles. He honed his skills, pushed his limits, and grew stronger every day.
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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 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. Even the ancient trees swayed as if offering their respect.
It was as if a supreme entity had awakened.
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Xiao Chen’s heart pounded.
His body froze, but his soul stirred.
Because this ethereal hymn... was calling to him.
It was not just a summons—it was a destined connection.
Without hesitation, Xiao Chen followed the sound.
He sprinted through the forest, breaking past the outer region. 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 forest had acknowledged his presence.
He passed the inner region, crossed the core region, and reached the very heart of the Desolate Mountains.
Here, towering black mountains loomed like primordial titans, their peaks piercing the heavens.
And then—
Whoosh!
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.
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 breath was shallow. Limbs aching, he slowly sat up.
His eyes adjusted to the eerie glow of the chamber he now found himself in.
What he saw left him speechless.
The chamber stretched hundreds of meters wide. The ceiling disappeared into darkness above, lit by golden ethereal flames flickering from obsidian sconces. The air felt heavy, infused with an ancient will.
The walls were covered in glowing golden runes, each pulsating with primordial power, resonating with the laws of the universe.
Beneath him, a black jade floor reflected the glowing ceiling. Each polished tile was engraved with arcane symbols, whispering forgotten secrets.
In front of him stood three colossal chests, nearly two meters tall, sealed with unknown power. They shimmered with a sacred aura, waiting in slumber.
And then—
His eyes landed on a massive stone coffin.
It loomed like a god's tomb, crafted from deep violet celestial stone, covered in engraved draconic patterns that pulsed with undying energy. The aura it exuded sent shivers through his soul.
But what lay behind the coffin shocked him to his core.
A monolithic stone tablet towered above all.
Carved from immortal-grade material, it radiated a faint golden glow, as though heaven and earth had been fused into its essence. Glowing characters danced across its surface like divine flames.
Xiao Chen stepped forward, breath caught in his throat as he read:
> "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."
Boom!
A thunderclap exploded within his soul.
His heart pounded violently. Blood surged.
He staggered, then fell to his knees, gasping. His very bloodline trembled.
These were not mere words.
They carried a will that defied the heavens, a conviction so absolute that it shook the world itself.
His gaze dropped to the name beneath the inscription:
> "Yin-Yang Dragon Immortal – Long Tianyi."
Xiao Chen’s mind reeled.
> "I-Immortal...?"
His breath shortened. Hands trembled.
> "I stumbled upon the tomb of a supreme immortal… in the mortal realms?"
His heart burned with disbelief and awe.
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Immortals were the stuff of legend, transcendent beings who stood above the heavens. Long ago, it was said, the world was part of the Divine Heavens—a boundless universe torn apart by ancient calamities and divine wars.
The result: the heavens fractured into three realms— The Mortal Realm, The Immortal Realm and The Divine Realm
Nothing was known of the Divine Realm.
To mortals, Immortals were gods who walked the path of martial supremacy.
To think such a being… left their tomb in the mortal realm?
And not just any immortal—but one who sought to bend fate and samsara?
Xiao Chen’s mind spiraled.
This was no accident.
> He had been chosen.