Xie Tian felt that the constantly shifting, palm-sized black illusion before him was precisely what he sensed intuitively.
Approaching slightly, the familiar coldness greeted him.
This coldness seemed as ancient as the ages, perhaps because it had existed for so long, it exuded an everlasting sense of timelessness.
"The Yin-Yang sect's cultivation technique, Yin-Yang Nine Extremes, requires reaching the seventh extreme to touch the Extreme Yin!"
Upon hearing Liu Laoliu's proud voice, Xie Tian knew it was very difficult to cultivate the so-called Yin-Yang Nine Extremes technique up to the seventh extreme.
"After the seventh extreme, must it take this object to continue cultivating?"
"Correct!"
"Then..." Xie Tian pointed at the black illusion of Extreme Yin, "If there's Extreme Yin, is there Extreme Yang?"
"After comprehending Extreme Yin at the seventh extreme, comprehend Extreme Yang at the eighth extreme, and the Yin-Yang Nine Extremes will be fully realized!"
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