Yun Jin's comprehension of the Yin Yang Law was already quite profound.
At this moment, she could clearly sense it—the massive flow of spiritual power converging in the Demon Sovereign's body was completely unbalanced. The Yin attribute was much stronger than the Yang.
An idea flashed through her mind. She quietly infused a bit of Yang spiritual power into the mix.
With such an enormous sea of energy swirling around, the Demon Sovereign didn't even notice her small move and simply continued greedily absorbing more.
While he drew it all in, Yun Jin subtly manipulated the balance between Yin and Yang, guiding the two forces to reach a delicate harmony inside his body.
But this harmony wasn't natural—it was artificial.
Curiosity flickered in her eyes.
What if she suddenly triggered the Law of Yin and Yang, forcing all that power to erupt inside him?
What would happen then?
The more power he absorbed, the greater the explosion would be. The thought made her lips curl in amusement. As she continued stabilizing the balance, she slowly took control of every bit of that spiritual energy.
The Demon Sovereign thought he'd absorbed everything.
But in reality, that vast sea of power had already fallen into Yun Jin's grasp. Inside his body, the gathered energy was still growing.
The crowd watching him grew increasingly desperate. It hadn't even been that long, yet his aura was already surging, becoming visibly stronger by the second.
Their own deaths were one thing, but if he drained them all, his strength might reach a level no ordinary being could ever touch.
Before this, countless top cultivators had besieged him together, yet he'd still escaped. If he broke through again now, who could possibly stop him next time?
The human race was in trouble.
Xuan Feng and the others continued acting, putting on a performance that'd win awards in any mortal theater.
Xuan Feng even had tears running down his face. "Heaven's turned its back on the human race!" he cried, trembling with grief and fury.
Qing Yun gave him a look of genuine admiration before joining in, his voice hoarse. "Demon Sovereign! If you've got any guts, kill us now!"
"Yeah! Kill us already!"
Their voices echoed one after another. They'd rather die than become tools for the Demon Sovereign's cultivation.
Yang Yun stood there expressionless. He wanted to stop it too. But once the demonic markings started absorbing power, even he couldn't halt the process.
In that bleak, despair-filled atmosphere, everyone's spiritual power was quickly drained to the brink.
Even Xuan Feng's reserves were almost gone. He frowned slightly. At this point, what was Yun Jin still waiting for?
The Demon Sovereign's strength was monstrous. Could she really handle him?
For the first time, unease crept into his heart.
Only Qing Yun stayed calm. Out of everyone here, he was the one who knew Yun Jin best. Sure, she liked to show off, but she never boasted. Think about it—had there ever been a single thing she said she'd do and then failed to accomplish?
No matter how impossible it sounded, she always made it happen.
After witnessing her countless feats, Qing Yun's trust in her had become unshakable.
If Xiao Jin hadn't acted yet, that just meant she was waiting for the perfect moment.
But the others were panicking. The Demon Sovereign was already starting to drain their very life essence. If this went on any longer, they really would die here.
"Yun Jin! Where the hell are you?!" someone shouted in desperation.
Meanwhile, she was still calmly muttering to herself. "A bit more Yin... now a bit more Yang..."
She was still busy fine-tuning the balance.
The spiritual energy within the Demon Sovereign had reached a terrifying density.
"As soon as the demonic marks finish refining all this, we'll become invincible," the Demon Soul thought excitedly.
Everything had gone exactly as he'd planned. After all these years of preparation, he was finally about to reap the reward.
Soon, he'd be able to return to his homeland. He pushed the demonic marks harder, refining the energy as fast as he could. Power coursed through him, growing stronger with every second. A look of bliss crossed his face.
This sensation—it was incredible. Today's energy felt even better than any he'd absorbed before. For some reason, it carried a trace of unique Law resonance, harmonizing perfectly within him.
Once he fully refined it, he'd immediately—
A cool, calm voice cut through his thoughts.
"Yin."
His eyes flew open in alarm.
Half the energy inside him suddenly churned violently, as if trying to break free from his control.
"Yang."
He tried desperately to suppress it, but it was useless. Not only did that half slip away, the rest of the energy began to riot as well. His spiritual power—what the hell was happening?!
Before he could react, the voice spoke one last word.
"Explode."
The moment the word fell, terror flashed through his eyes. All the spiritual power he'd absorbed turned wild and unstable.
That earlier sense of harmony vanished in an instant. The energy clashed violently inside him, and with a deafening boom, it erupted.
The explosion came from within. The Demon Sovereign didn't even have time to resist before his body was blasted to dust.
He was gone—just like that.
The pill furnace returned to its normal state as everyone was freed from their restraints, stumbling to the ground in disbelief.
Who had done it?
Who had killed the Demon Sovereign so effortlessly?
Xuan Feng wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Yun Jin really was Yun Jin. Her timing, though… she'd cut it pretty damn close.
"Sect Master Yun, please show yourself!" he called out immediately.
Sect Master Yun?
Could it be Yun Jin?
Was Yun Jin actually here?!
Everyone turned, scanning the area curiously.
Even the cultivators in the Unity Stage looked stunned. When had the Wushuang Sect's Sect Master arrived? None of them had sensed her presence at all.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yun Jin smiled faintly and dropped her disguise.
"Sect Master Xuan," she greeted casually as she walked forward. With a simple wave of her hand, the water-type Purification ability activated. Instantly, the Locking Spirit Incense's effect dissolved from everyone's bodies.
They quickly sat cross-legged to recover their spiritual power.
Xuan Feng and his companions didn't rush to meditate, though.
Qing Yun frowned. "That Demon Sovereign... is he really dead?"
Something about it didn't sit right with him.
Yun Jin shook her head. "Of course not."
Everyone's eyes widened.
That explosion hadn't killed him?
She thought for a moment, then added, "He did die once, yes."
Qing Yun's expression shifted.
Died once… but not entirely dead. He suddenly remembered what Yun Jin had mentioned before: the Demon Sovereign cultivated a technique called the Nirvana Codex.
It allowed him to undergo nine Nirvanas.
After the ninth, he'd reach a state of absolute perfection. So this time, he'd just experienced another one of his rebirths. But which one was this?
Yun Jin stared calmly at the spot where the explosion had occurred.
Soon, the dust and fragments floating in the air began to gather, slowly condensing into a massive cocoon.
The Nirvana Codex had activated again.