Chapter 0687 – First-Tier Yin-Yang Pill

"Good! What a formidable divine power—the Yin-Yang Treasure Vase. This kind of power is not only lethal in battle but also capable of refining pills. It's truly a miracle of heaven and earth. As expected of an innate life aperture, naturally awakened into an innate divine power. Only such innate apertures can give birth to this sort of heaven-defying ability, one with endless potential."

Yi Tianxing's heart surged with ecstasy.

At this critical moment, he had gained yet another divine ability.

And not just any divine power—but one born from the Innate Yin-Yang Life Aperture, a natural innate divine power. It was incredibly potent and boundlessly promising—truly priceless.

The Yin-Yang Treasure Vase wasn't just for passive storage. It didn't merely keep things inside and protect from disaster. With a single thought, its Yin and Yang energy could be activated, and anything unable to resist would be refined into nothingness, becoming nourishment and eventually transformed into a Yin-Yang Treasure Pill.

This divine power was extremely overbearing.

Once swallowed, if one couldn't escape the treasure vase, there was no way out.

Given its might and innate mystique, even a Life Aperture Realm cultivator would find it nearly impossible to escape unless they possessed exceptional trump cards, formidable techniques, and immense luck. Otherwise, they would never leave alive.

Once inside—it was life or death.

"Yin-Yang Treasure Vase—Devour!!"

Yi Tianxing had the urge to test its power.

With a thought, a jade bottle of intertwined red and blue appeared in the void before him. Glowing brilliantly, it floated into the air and swiftly reached the outer edge of the formation. Its red-and-blue glow flickered as a mysterious vortex manifested at the bottle's mouth, exuding an indescribable devouring force.

Instantly, one undying undead after another was lifted into the air and pulled toward the Yin-Yang Treasure Vase.

Their bodies began to shrink rapidly as they approached, seemingly reduced by some invisible force. But it wasn't true shrinking—they were entering a space that made them appear small from the outside.

The suction from the vase was eerie and absolute. Its red-blue brilliance bound everything in its path, absorbing all into the bottle.

And it didn't devour just a few—over a thousand undead were forcefully swallowed.

"Refine!!"

With another thought, the red and blue divine light inside the vase merged and ignited into a roaring Yin-Yang divine flame.

Screams echoed inside the vase as the undead were reduced to ash. All impurities were incinerated, and only their essence remained, merging perfectly.

Under an intricate Dao rhythm, the vase drew in Heaven and Earth energy and Dao will, rapidly channeling them inside.

Ding ding ding!!

Within moments, a crisp chime like pearls dropping on jade plates rang out from within.

So pleasant and clear it was almost soothing to the soul.

The Yin-Yang Treasure Vase floated into Yi Tianxing's hand.

With a flash, a pill as radiant as a jewel appeared in his palm.

It was red and blue in color, emitting a peculiar shimmering light, with faintly visible mystic patterns. A single "Dan Cloud" appeared on its surface, like a miniature cloud floating above it—vivid and lifelike.

Oddly, however, it emitted no medicinal aroma.

It looked more like a unique gem than a pill.

"True treasures conceal their brilliance. Ordinary pills give off scent, but not this one. This is a sign of perfection. A single Dan Cloud, or Dan Mark, means this is a First-Tier Yin-Yang Pill. Taking it enhances cultivation, heals injuries, preserves life, tempers the body, and boosts physical training. It really works! This is a wondrous treasure pill!"

Though it gave off no scent, Yi Tianxing could sense the purest medicinal power inside—untainted by a single impurity. This was a perfect ten-out-of-ten pill, like the legendary Heavenly Astral Pill.

It was priceless—beyond market value.

And best of all, he hadn't just created one. After devouring over a thousand undead, the Yin-Yang Treasure Vase refined five to six hundred First-Tier Yin-Yang Pills.

That conversion rate was phenomenal.

Compared to a single undead's value, a Yin-Yang Pill was vastly more precious. The undead were essentially waste—but now, he had turned waste into treasure.

Value increased exponentially!

With a thought, he stored the pills inside white jade bottles, ten per bottle, and sealed them into the Heavenly Emperor's Tower. Only there would they be truly safe.

"Good! Good! GOOD!!"

Yi Tianxing couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

He muttered, "As long as I continue devouring and refining undead, I'll have a steady supply of First-Tier Yin-Yang Pills. These are living treasures. Their value to Xuanhuang City is immeasurable. This is a powerful foundation I can use to reward officials and generals. With one Yin-Yang Pill, even if one faces mortal danger, they might survive. It could change fate itself."

He was building a true kingdom—a nation of his own. He would stand atop the world.

Whether Heavenly Astral Pills or Yin-Yang Pills, they were rare treasures only he could offer. They would greatly attract talent and cement loyalty.

Founding a nation wasn't just about creating a force—it required deep planning: livelihood, foundation, economy, defense—everything.

Just like in ancient times—when a dynasty was founded, it was often broke. Take the Ming Dynasty, for instance. After Zhu Yuanzhang's ascension, he couldn't even afford to reward his troops—a mere merchant like Shen Wansan was wealthier. The reason? No foundation, no accumulation.

"Again!!"

Excitement surged in Yi Tianxing's chest. Without hesitation, the Yin-Yang Treasure Vase flew out again and sucked in another large batch of undead.

Some of them retaliated, shooting arrows or casting spells—but all of it, upon nearing the vase, was simply swallowed.

"What a domineering divine power! To absorb so many undead all at once…"

Watching all this, Jiang Ni's eyes narrowed, his respect for Yi Tianxing growing deeper. Just when he thought he had glimpsed his depths, Yi Tianxing once again proved immeasurable—like a fathomless abyss.

The Yin-Yang Rings were still pulling in soul fire, and undead were vanishing by the thousands, as if reaped like grass.

"This human… must not be allowed to live. Every one of his divine powers counters my undead army."

From afar, the High Priest watched with grim understanding of just how dangerous Yi Tianxing was.

"The formation is nearly broken."

Looking closely, the protective barrier over the oasis was visibly weakening at an alarming rate.

Even if the attackers so far were mere cannon fodder, the undead's true terror was always in their numbers. The myth of the Undead Tide was no exaggeration.

Even after tens of thousands had fallen, the land was still a sea of undead, endless and ceaseless.

"All soldiers prepare! The formation is about to fall. Get ready for direct combat. Fight! Fight with the spirit of General's Valley! Show our human pride! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! FIGHT!!!"

Within General's Valley, Feng Xianlin's voice rang across the sky. His seven cries of "Kill" echoed the will to fight the undead to the bitter end.

"KILL!! KILL!! KILL!!"

A million human soldiers stepped forward, eyes cold as they stared into the tide of undead. Their battle spirit surged, ready to erupt.

Boom!!

Within moments, the massive barrier shone with dazzling light as Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon forces erupted—its final blaze of glory.

Snow fell, freezing all it touched.

Moonlight fell like blades, carving a kilometer-wide chasm into the undead horde.

Fragrant petals swept out like a tide—hundreds of thousands of undead collapsed.

Storm winds tore the air, shredding the undead in sand and fury.

As the barrier shattered, Yi Tianxing's body radiated a dense battle aura, making him appear like a towering titan.

With a glint in his eye, he gripped a bronze war spear tightly.

"KILL!!"

His shout burst forth like thunder.

It brimmed with an overwhelming will to fight.

He stared straight at the human-shaped bronze coffin—the High Priest.

Without hesitation—

Step!

Step!!

Step!!!

Each step was a space-shifting leap, covering tens of meters, as though he moved through space itself.

Clutching his spear, he became an unstoppable force.

His target: the High Priest.

"The legendary High Priest—today I'll see just how strong you really are. No matter how powerful you are, we won't know who laughs last until we clash. Today—we fight. And I'm choosing the strongest."

He'd been burning with anger all day.

He hadn't found a proper outlet.

Especially after that damned Skeleton General dared splash him with night water (urine) to his face—Yi Tianxing couldn't rest until he battled.