Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 877 Beiming Arts, Reversing Yin Yang! [1st Update]

Yan Tingfeng’s life, though long, spanning over three hundred years and crossing several centuries.

Yet it was also brief, because he slumbered for three hundred years.

His life was marked by ups and downs, his memory impeccable.

Perhaps, he would never forget the time he was about to arrive at Fengyuan, yet failed to meet Princess Yongning playing the pipa atop a tall tower, only seeing her coffin.

Looking around, everything was white.

At that time, his feelings for Princess Yongning were merely like those of heroes admiring each other.

He had respect and admiration for her, all except love.

The Master of Highest Heaven Tower and Princess Yongning were worthy opponents, two parallel lines that would never intersect.

But Yan Tingfeng loved Ye Wanlan.

Until the end, unwavering.

Above the sky, thunder roared and lightning flashed, a myriad of ghosts wailed, akin to purgatory.

The appearance of the white-haired man shocked the three envoys.

"Who is this person? Where did he suddenly come from?" Envoy Zhu Lun frowned, "When did he arrive, and why am I completely unaware?"

One Ye Wanlan alone had already proven difficult for them, yet another appears, could it be that they must retreat in defeat today?

"Strange, I observe this person’s features; his life is nearing its end." Envoy Guiyi’s expression changed, "He should have died long ago, how is he still alive now?"

The Yin Yang Realm remained, Ye Wanlan was still alive, and they indeed dared not act rashly now.

Ye Wanlan might not fear death, but they still valued their lives.

The death of Envoy Shenxiu made these envoys realize that they were not invincible, and could indeed be killed.

They wouldn’t be as foolish as these People of Shenzhou, risking their lives for an impossible outcome.

They still need to conserve their strength, waiting for the final day to arrive.

Therefore, the best course for now is to wait for Ye Wanlan to be unable to sustain the Yin Yang Realm, collapse and die, allowing the Dead Soul Spirit Army to invade Yunjing, and wreak havoc everywhere.

"Humans are always burdened by emotions, truly foolish beings." Envoy Fu Tu said coldly, "This little girl can’t last long, she surely will die, what can he do?"

What can Yan Tingfeng do?

Ye Wanlan didn’t know either.

But this was not a good time for reminiscence, she didn’t even have the time to say "I miss you" to him.

In the crucial moment between life and death, her thoughts were still on the future of Shenzhou.

"Tingting, there’s not much time, you listen to me!" Ye Wanlan’s breath was rapid, her tone quickened, "I must hold back the three envoys, but there are still three left, entrusting them to you, I’m at—"

"Xiao Wan." Yan Tingfeng interrupted her, his smile gentle, "Three hundred years ago, I should have died."

Three hundred years later, he reopened his eyes, realizing he had been deceived by Rong Shi.

The Ultimate Power of Heaven and Earth, Yin Yang, and Five Elements ran through his body, even if Rong Shi wanted to protect him, it must have come at a great cost.

Thus, from that moment, Yan Tingfeng knew his life was no longer solely his own.

On his shoulders lay the lives of hundreds from the Highest Heaven Tower.

He wasn’t living for himself alone.

Before meeting Ye Wanlan, he loathed his life every moment, wishing to die early.

But after meeting her, he found that he was still clinging to life.

Sadly, the loved one’s wish was impossible, the hated one too had not met death.

But at least, he wanted the one he loved to achieve her desires.

Princess Yongning had returned, he could give her everything he had built over the past ten years.

Three hundred years, he truly had no strength left.

Yan Tingfeng reached out tenderly to embrace Ye Wanlan, until his body too was soaked in blood.

"Rong Shi said, I wouldn’t live beyond three months, it was a predetermined fate." Yan Tingfeng whispered in her ear, "Xiao Wan also knows the condition of my body."

"Don’t believe that damned fate!" Ye Wanlan uncharacteristically cursed, extremely angry, "Does Rong Shi have to be right? Even gods make mistakes, Rong Shi is just a human!"

"Indeed, he is just a person." Yan Tingfeng chuckled silently, "Ultimately, destiny remains in one’s own hands."

Rarely did he see her so angry, her emotions unchecked.

In his eyes, even when she cursed and fought, she was always exceedingly graceful.

"Tingting, leave here." Ye Wanlan spat another mouthful of blood, "The Yin Yang Realm is about to collapse, I must kill them!"

She couldn’t foresee the future Shenzhou.

But like everyone three hundred years ago, even if unknown, they must fight desperately.

Yan Tingfeng merely shook his head gently, he was still smiling, softly, "Princess, let me use my life to guide yours."

"What do you want to do?" Hearing these words, Ye Wanlan’s pupils shrank drastically, she raised her voice sharply, full of anger, "What are you thinking of doing?!"

She clearly had strength left, but at this moment she couldn’t move, as if some power held her fixed in place.

This power wasn’t harsh or violent, like a gentle stream, softly stroking every inch of her skin, nourishing her slowly withering meridians.

"Penglai Magic is the true legacy of Shenzhou Taoism Technique, very sacred, a holy land in the hearts of those who pursue Taoism." Yan Tingfeng said slowly, "But in terms of complexity and finesse, it is still inferior to Beiming Arts."

Ye Wanlan knew this well.

The Beiming Sect was once called a cult due to the Art and Methods practiced by its disciples being tainted with

Yan Tingfeng’s finger touched her lips, he smiled softly, "Yue Zheng and Xing Yun don’t know how to solve the backlash from the Yin Yang Realm, but I do."

Upon finishing speaking, he bit his fingertip, using blood to inscribe symbols in the air, he began chanting.

"Heaven and Earth bear witness, Jiuyou judges!

The passage of years leads to eternal dusk and openings!

The Five Elements reverse, Heaven and Earth relocate—"

With each verse he recited, the space trembled increasingly, Heaven and Earth nearly overturning.

"Stop!" Ye Wanlan was terrified to the utmost, bloody tears blurred her vision, she wanted to prevent Yan Tingfeng from continuing the incantation, but his power at that moment bound her in place, unable to move.

"Stop now!"

She had never heard such Arcane spells before, but having practiced Penglai Magic for years, she knew clearly that some words, once spoken, were an offering of one’s life.

Thus, when she summoned countless Wandering Spirits with the Summoning God Banner, Yue Zheng reacted with such distress.

Art Practitioners borrow strength from the Yin Yang Five Elements of Heaven and Earth to exert powerful forces.

This is why many abandon Martial Arts in pursuit of the path of Taoist Arts.

But because this power doesn’t belong to oneself, it’s borrowed, compensations must be made.

The stronger the borrowed power, the greater the sacrifice required.

At the mildest, one’s meridians break, becoming a cripple.

At worst, death erases Tao, soul dispersed.

"Reverse Yin Yang, sever life and death." Yan Tingfeng’s other hand still held her tight, "Exchange life for life, Heavenly Dao has no authority to judge!"

Beiming Arts...

Reverse, switch, Yin, Yang!

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