Ye Feng was caught off guard.
The Yin Yang Emperor, who should have died many years ago, was actually nurturing his Immortal True Spirit within those cultivators who practiced the Art of Yin and Yang, and he had already reached the final stage of his impending rebirth.
"Interesting, very interesting."
Ye Feng continued to drink his tea.
In the blink of an eye, several days passed.
Over a hundred thousand cultivators in Dongzhou had practiced the Art of Yin and Yang, with the weakest being at the Divine Origin Realm, most at the Void Break Realm, and a few as Quasi-Saints, all harboring a dense Immortal True Spirit within them.
Over this period, these Immortal True Spirits matured further, gradually showing signs of revival.
On this night, the moon was bright and stars sparse.
Threads of Immortal True Spirit floated out from those cultivators, numbering in the millions, swiftly gathering in the sky above a desolate land, coalescing with lightning speed into an old figure.
