C1 The Yinyang Holy Body

On the easternmost edge of Lunaria, a land graced by auspicious Qi and bathed in iridescent light, colorful clouds meandered above the vast and boundless immortal mountains and Spiritveins. Here, the Divine Sky Heavenly Palace nestled discreetly among the mists, a true Cave Heaven. This revered place was none other than Mount Polaris, the most renowned sacred mountain on the Lunaria Continent.

Towering divine peaks seemed to float in the heavens, with seven-colored bridges crisscrossing the spirit peaks in the void. Atop these peaks stood majestic palaces, perched upon the clouds.

The Polaris Holy Land, situated on Mount Polaris, ranked among the top sects within the Skyborn Kingdom and was celebrated as one of the Eight Great Holy Lands.

Ye Chen, a young man in his early twenties who once belonged to the working class, had recently perished in a car accident. He had since transmigrated, taking the place of a fifteen-year-old boy who had tragically drowned in a lake. By a twist of fate, the boy shared his name, Ye Chen.

Initially, he believed he had arrived in an ancient, otherworldly realm and planned to use his knowledge to amass wealth and thrive. However, before he could make his mark, he was besieged by a Fellbeast. The gruesome scene sent shivers down Ye Chen's spine, fresh from the peace of the twenty-first century. The entire village had fallen prey to the Fellbeast, leaving Ye Chen as the sole survivor, rescued by the passing elder, Zi Yuan.

Zi Yuan, taking pity on the orphaned Ye Chen with no one else to turn to, brought him back to Mount Polaris and accepted him as an acolyte, tasked with watching over the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

"Little guy, your talents are modest. Just help me clean the Imperial Ancestral Temple and you'll lead a tranquil life for a century," Zi Yuan advised him.

While assessing Ye Chen's abilities, Zi Yuan couldn't help but let out a gentle sigh. Describing his talents as modest was an understatement; his meridians were nearly obstructed, and the process of Body Tempering alone, even for a corporeal body, could take others five years—yet for this young man, it might take at least ten or even twenty years.

If not for the sympathy Zi Yuan felt for Ye Chen's unfortunate circumstances, he likely wouldn't have taken him under his wing at all.

With the soul of an adult, Ye Chen could easily discern Zi Yuan's kindness toward him, and his heart swelled with immense gratitude.

In a world where demons slaughtered without restraint and Fellbeasts roamed unchecked, danger lurked at every turn. There existed righteous immortal sects with the power to soar through the skies and slice rivers with a single sword stroke. Yet, there were also nights haunted by legions of ghosts, with Fellbeasts draining humans of their lifeblood and wreaking havoc upon the world.

Surviving in a world that revered strength, where the mighty ruled over the fate of others and the weak struggled to fill their bellies, was an arduous task. To preserve one's life and live freely, the only option was to join these grand sects and become a cultivator.

Ye Chen, following Zi Yuan, entered the Holy Land as an acolyte. His status was humble, tasked with the upkeep of the Imperial Mausoleum, effectively a tomb watcher. Yet, the presence of numerous powerful cultivators offered protection, and at the very least, he could sleep peacefully.

In a world where martial prowess was paramount, akin to the realms of myth, Ye Chen refused to settle for obscurity as a minor Taoist. He aspired to one day become a formidable cultivator.

"When I grow stronger, not a single one of those beasts or demons responsible for that bloodbath will escape," Ye Chen murmured, standing before the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

A burning desire fueled his heart: to wield formidable power, to seek out the demon responsible for decimating the village, and to avenge the original owner of his body.

"So what if my aptitude is poor? With diligence to compensate for it and unwavering hope, anything is possible," Ye Chen affirmed, gripping his broom with a determined glint in his eyes.

Ye Chen was convinced that with perseverance, even an acolyte could one day ascend to the heavens.

Having joined the ranks of Polaris as an acolyte, Ye Chen's daily tasks were light, involving simple chores. He took care of the Imperial Mausoleum, ensuring the ancestral tablets were orderly and the lamps well-oiled.

The Imperial Ancestral Temple was an expansive hall, housing the ancestral tablets of Polaris's forebears. Hundreds of green lamps flickered in the solemn space, a testament to the legacy that surrounded him.

It was rumored that the placement of these green lamps held a mysterious significance, mirroring the constellations above, forming a celestial array.

At the heart of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, a massive stone tablet was suspended above the entrance, inscribed with four characters of majestic calligraphy that seemed to dance like dragons and snakes.

Imperial Ancestral Temple of Polaris!

Within the temple, beyond the memorial tablets, lay an expansive cemetery. Hovering above the tombstones were orbs of spiritual light, each varying in color and intensity.

These lights represented the spiritual weapons left by the forebears of the Holy Land. Their former owners had perished, infusing the weapons with a measure of malevolence. Ordinary individuals who ventured into this place would inevitably be assaulted by this malevolence. Even those in the Soul Nurturing Stage risked their lives, for angering the spiritual weapons could mean they might not make it out alive.

"Oh, to inherit the powerful legacies of these Ancestors from the mausoleum would be incredible," Ye Chen mused with a mix of envy and longing as he gazed at the spiritual lights floating above the sarcophagi during his routine cleanings of the Imperial Mausoleum.

He was able to enter daily for maintenance because he possessed a special token, bearing the emblem of the Founder of Polaris and the inscription of the Holy Land. Crafted by the Pontifex of the Holy Land, the token allowed the spiritual weapons to detect the presence of their kin, prompting them to stand down.

Adjacent to the Imperial Ancestral Temple of Polaris stood the Tower of Binding. Beneath this tower was a secret domain of Fellbeasts, a Mysterious Realm that had recently emerged, unleashing considerable chaos.

Numerous Polaris experts had met their end due to this Fellbeast Mysterious Realm. Ultimately, an Ancestor of Polaris wielded the Sacred Weapon, the Tower of Binding, to overpower and suppress the realm. All the Fellbeasts were subdued, and an extensive array was deployed to seal the area, creating this land of confinement.

Countless Fellbeasts were detained here, with disturbances occurring sporadically. Rumor had it that a Spiritual Manifestation Fellbeast King was sealed in the depths below.

On nights when the moon was full, the seal surrounding the Tower of Binding would weaken under the moon's influence. The Fellbeasts within would batter against their confines, their malevolent energy piercing the heavens, marking it as the most perilous spot in the Holy Land. A single misstep could unleash some of the savage creatures, leaving any unsuspecting disciple with a fate sealed in death.

However, thanks to the Sacred Weapon, the Tower of Binding, the Fellbeasts were largely contained. Additionally, the Holy Land's experts stood guard over the tower, and aside from a catastrophe triggered by the abrupt emergence of the Mysterious Realm, no incidents had occurred.

The Imperial Ancestral Temple served as the final resting place for numerous ancestors of the Holy Land. It housed not only the remains of these esteemed figures but also enshrined the memorial tablet of the Founder of Polaris. The Founder's lingering essence was harnessed by the Holy Land's mighty to amplify the Tower of Binding's sacred might, working in concert with a grand formation to keep the tower subdued.

"Here's to another day," mused Ye Chen, embracing the tranquility of his routine as the temple's sweeper. Each day, he arrived at the Imperial Ancestral Temple brimming with energy and fervor.

Ye Chen was content with his lot. He preferred the security of the Polaris Holy Land to the constant fear that lurked beyond its borders. The role of tomb watcher was of little consequence to him; he harbored aspirations of uncovering ancient legacies within the tombs, hoping to become a successor to the venerable lineage.

As time swiftly flowed, Ye Chen had dedicated over a year to the upkeep of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Though he remained largely unnoticed, his earnest and diligent efforts had not escaped the attention of Zi Yuan, the temple attendant, who had come to regard him favorably.

Ye Chen might not have been the most gifted, but his commendable attitude spoke volumes. Having finished his duties in the mausoleum, he approached the ancestral tablets. Nearby, intermittent howls from the Tower of Binding echoed, like the wails of tormented spirits, unsettling his composure.

As the moon approached its full glory, the Fellbeasts grew restless.

Ye Chen shook his head, broom in hand, and stepped out from the Imperial Mausoleum.

Just as he was about to exit the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Ye Chen paused, taken aback.

A mechanical voice had suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Ding dong! Congratulations to the host for successfully activating the God-Level Sign-In System!"

A system?

Ye Chen jolted to attention.

As someone who had transmigrated and devoured countless web novels, he was well aware of the significance of that voice.

The golden finger might arrive late, but for a transmigrator, it was an indispensable perk!

Back when he first transmigrated, Ye Chen frequently called out to the system, especially when under attack by Fellbeasts, desperately crying out for its aid. Now, after entering Polaris, the system had finally made its appearance.

With his excitement in check, Ye Chen focused and inquired silently in his mind.

"What functions does the god-level sign-in system have?"

"The system allows daily sign-ins at locations infused with rhythm. The stronger the rhythm, the richer the rewards. You can sign in repeatedly until the rhythm has been fully signed."

Ye Chen's eyes sparkled at the explanation.

The capabilities of this system were truly formidable.

"May I ask, host, since this is the Mount Polaris Imperial Ancestral Temple, would you like to sign in here?"

The prompt sounded once more.

Ye Chen held his breath and mentally responded.

"Sign in!"

"Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in at the Mount Polaris Imperial Ancestral Temple. You have received the reward: Yin-Yang Holy Body!"

"Yin-Yang Holy Body, Holy Body. This constitution is derived from the interplay of Taichi and the Breath of Harmony, the most formidable physique sought after by cultivators. With innate Yin and Yang energies, would you like to integrate the Yin-Yang Holy Body?"

Reading the description of the Yin-Yang Holy Body, Ye Chen felt his heart pound and he involuntarily swallowed hard.

He had spent some time in the Polaris Holy Land by now and was no longer a novice ignorant of the cultivation realm.

Regarding innate talent, physiques were categorized into mortal body, spirited body, divine body, and Holy Body, with the Holy Body being the most superior.

Throughout history, the recorded instances of Holy Bodies could be counted on one's fingers.

The system always seemed to provide exactly what was needed.

"Damn, talk about striking it lucky! It's the legendary Holy Body!"

Ye Chen was overwhelmed with excitement, letting out a curse despite his best efforts to control his expression, which still betrayed his agitation.

This was the strongest physique known to exist, the Saint Body, and in the vast world, only a handful could ever hope to match it.

Currently, in the entire Polaris Holy Land, not even a Divine Body was present, let alone a Holy Body. The one with the greatest talent was the eldest senior brother, with his supreme grade spirited body, the sword spirit body. Even that was considered a precious gem by the mighty ones of Polaris.

With talent as poor as a dog's, the system had now bestowed upon him one of the most formidable physiques in existence, the Yin-Yang Holy Body. Legend had it that the Founder of Polaris himself possessed this Yin-Yang Holy Body, and his cultivation soared, eventually breaking into the realm of Unification and earning the title of Martial Saint, founding a sect in Polaris.

The Holy Body's physique instantly elevated his talent above everyone in Polaris, taking it to the pinnacle.

The Polaris Holy Land was the lineage of the Founder of Polaris. The most powerful cultivation technique of Polaris was the Saint Level method he had created.

Signing in to receive the same Yin-Yang Holy Body as the Founder of Polaris, along with the strongest sequence of cultivation methods and combat skills of Polaris, seemed tailor-made for him!

Reading the system's prompt about whether to integrate, Ye Chen knew that with just a thought, he could merge with the Divine Body and undergo a transformation.

Unable to contain his excitement, Ye Chen dropped his broom and hurried back to his stone house, shutting the door behind him.

"System, integrate the Yin-Yang Holy Body!" Ye Chen didn't hesitate for a second.

Suddenly, the skies above the Polaris Holy Land churned as black and white Breath of Harmony intertwined and converged.

Ye Chen saw a fleeting gray light flash before his eyes, entering his body directly.

In a moment, a warm sensation spread within him, and his mind became instantly enlightened.

Immersed in the intermingling of black and white Breath of Harmony, Ye Chen sensed that he had entered a wondrous state. He felt as though he had become an integral part of the universe, merging with the environment and subtly connected to the Great Dao that pervaded all around him.

A power of unmatched purity began to diffuse throughout his body.

This interwoven energy of black and white was the essence of the Yin-Yang Holy Body. Under the guidance of the system, it commenced its fusion with his corporeal form.

At that moment, a tapestry of black and white light interlaced and shimmered across Ye Chen's body.

Ye Chen could vividly sense his meridians, cells, blood, and even his soul embarking on an enigmatic metamorphosis.

The Breath of Harmony, a blend of black and white, permeated the entire stone house, shrouding Ye Chen within its embrace.

In that instant, he appeared ethereal, as if he had transcended into the likeness of an ancient sage.

With the passage of time, the Breath of Harmony thoroughly integrated into Ye Chen's body, eventually fading away, leaving no trace behind.

The essence of the Yin-Yang Dao settled deep within Ye Chen, making his physical appearance seem unchanged, as if the Divine Body had consciously subdued its own brilliance.

Yet, Ye Chen could acutely feel the transformation within. He could sense the Dao's proximity, almost as if it were within arm's reach.

Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes, attuned to the divine force around him that seemed to embrace him. With the perception akin to that of the Great Dao itself, he realized that his body had undergone a complete transformation, ascending to the state of the Yin-Yang Holy Body, akin to that of the revered Ancestral Masters.