Xianxia: Big Brother of Tianyong City

Chapter 41: Two Principles Birth Four Symbols! Void Clarity Phantom Sword!

Enlightenment is a rare occurrence, even for cultivators with lifespans covering centuries. For many, it may never come, no matter how diligently they pursue it.

“All disciples, heed my command: leave the cavern at once!”

The old abbot, seasoned by years of experience, knew that enlightenment was fragile and easily disrupted. Any disturbance could shatter the delicate state of focus, making it almost impossible to regain.

Obediently, the disciples abandoned their cleanup efforts and quietly filed out of the cavern.

“If word spreads that an Immortal Master achieved enlightenment here at Iron Pillar Temple, even Master Hansu from Tianyong City will be delighted. He might even look upon our temple with newfound favor,” the abbot mused, a faint smile lighting his face as he exited the cavern.

To ensure Xiao Yu was not interrupted, he activated the temple’s sole protective array, sealing the cavern with a formation to keep intruders out.

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Inside the cavern, Xiao Yu stood before the Yin-Yang Sword Diagram. Its engraved wisdom echoed in his mind:

“The Sword Diagram embodies the Taiji, which begets the Two Principles. The Two Principles give rise to the Four Symbols, and the Four Symbols birth the Eight Trigrams. The essence of swordsmanship lies within.”

Fixating on the diagram, Xiao Yu’s perception transformed. The cavern and the carvings faded away, leaving only two swords—one black, one white—spinning endlessly in his mind.

The black and white swords began to chase one another, spinning faster and faster until they merged into a single, whirling wheel of light.

A clockwise spin signified yang.

A counterclockwise spin signified yin.

The wheel of yang symbolized the Clarity Sword.

The wheel of yin symbolized the Phantom Sword.

This union was none other than the embryonic form of the Void Clarity Phantom Sword!

“Swords divided into yin and yang…”

“Yin and yang represent two extremes…”

“When yin meets yang, the Four Symbols are born!”

As realization dawned, Xiao Yu’s understanding deepened.

He raised his right hand, summoning the Clarity Sword—pure, radiant, and unyielding. From his left hand, the Phantom Sword materialized—ethereal, shadowy, and fluid.@@novelbin@@

The two sword wheels hovered midair, their spinning edges humming with power. Gradually, under Xiao Yu’s intent, they drifted closer together, merging at last into a single entity.

With their union, a profound harmony emerged, and the power of the technique magnified tenfold.

At that moment, the Void Clarity Phantom Sword was born.

“I did it!” Xiao Yu’s eyes gleamed with exhilaration. “It’s finally complete!”

The Void Clarity Phantom Sword—the ultimate technique of Tianyong City, perfected by Master Ziyin—was considered unparalleled among sword arts. Its sheer potency was legendary, but so was its difficulty. Over the centuries, only a handful of cultivators had ever succeeded in mastering it.

Xiao Yu himself had spent three arduous years studying it in the primordial training space within Tianyong City, only to fail repeatedly. The technique had seemed impossible—until now.

It was the Yin-Yang Sword Diagram

“Such terrifying power,” Xiao Yu marveled as he observed the enormous sword wheel above him.

The Void Clarity Phantom Sword was now a seamless blend of yin and yang, its massive blade-like wheel perpetually cycling through the forces of creation and destruction. Its might was unparalleled.

“If I unleash this technique at full force, I could obliterate any Golden Core cultivator. Even against a Nascent Soul master, I could hold my ground!”

Though still in the mid-Golden Core stage, Xiao Yu now possessed the means to challenge even Nascent Soul-level adversaries.

Master Ziyin, hailed as the preeminent sword immortal, had developed this very technique. It was lauded alongside the God-Slaying Lightning Sword Technique of the Zhuxian Sect as one of the most formidable sword arts in existence.

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Emerging from the cavern, Xiao Yu was startled to find the sky veiled in darkness. A brilliant, full moon loomed high above, bathing the world in its silver glow.

“Immortal Master, you’ve finished your retreat,” the abbot greeted him warmly, his face alight with joy. “Perhaps you didn’t realize it, but you’ve been in seclusion for two full days.”

“Two days?” Xiao Yu blinked in surprise. ‘Time truly flies in cultivation. The adage “no spring or autumn in seclusion” is no exaggeration.’

He recalled tales of ancient masters entering seclusion for decades, even centuries. For cultivators, with lifespans greatly extended by their practice, such durations were but a blink of an eye.

The Foundation Establishment stage extended one’s life by 200 years.

The Golden Core stage added another 500 years.

The Nascent Soul stage granted a millennium or more.

“What’s going on here?” Xiao Yu asked, noticing the flurry of activity as disciples adorned the temple with decorations and lanterns.

“Immortal Master, have you forgotten? Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival,” the abbot explained.[Mid-Autumn Festival (中秋节, Zhōngqiū Jié): A traditional Chinese festival celebrating the harvest and the full moon, symbolizing reunion and abundance.]

Though the disciples’ cultivation levels were modest—many not even at the Foundation Establishment stage—they still celebrated earthly traditions. The Mid-Autumn Festival was a time of joy and reunion, and even Iron Pillar Temple upheld its observance with a festive spirit.

“Yes, tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival,” Xiao Yu said, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He remembered his master’s parting advice before his journey: “Ensure the formation is fortified before the full moon. On such a night, the wolf demon’s strength will surge, and it will be far more difficult to subdue.”