Chapter 903: Yun'er

The stone garment, formed from the cosmic membrane, was a product of the Five Orifices Marvelous Stone's profound creation. Yang Tian gave it to himself, and it became his cave heaven.

Cultivators who entered this realm scoured the world for refining materials to form their cave heavens, never finding enough. But Yang Tian's cave heaven was terrifyingly formidable, making even the Nightmare Dragon smack its lips in awe; the stone garment was heaven-defying.

Endless energy surged into the cave heaven, which devoured like a black hole. After absorbing for just a moment, Yang Tian smacked his lips; if he continued like this, the surrounding spiritual energy would dissipate.

At that moment, he looked up at the thunderclouds in the sky and suddenly opened his mouth to inhale. Terrifying energy began to converge into his cave heaven, strand by strand being refined by it.

"Not enough, not enough!" Yang Tian gritted his teeth and kept provoking the heavenly tribulation, urging it to send down more lightning.

The people around were dumbfounded. What was going on? Others wished the tribulation would vanish quickly, but he kept provoking it, wanting it to release energy.

After provoking it repeatedly, the sky finally changed. The Great Dao grew angry, rumbling and shaking, sending down waves of energy even more terrifying than before.

Like a whale drinking from the sea, Yang Tian opened his mouth and inhaled fiercely. Waves of terrifying tribulation lightning began to fall into his cave heaven, where the sound of the Dao echoed like thunder, clanging incessantly.

This was the stone garment, imperishable through countless calamities, more formidable than divine materials. Though the tribulation was fearsome, it could not split Yang Tian's cave heaven.

"Not enough, send more!" Yang Tian roared, stepping on the sky, trying to suppress the Great Dao under his feet. After a barrage of bombardment, another surge of狂暴 energy descended, madly rushing downward.

After refining the tribulation again, Yang Tian had a sudden inspiration. He took out the jade cup, which contained divine blood with terrifying energy, enough to perfect his cave heaven.

Even the Nightmare Dragon broke out in a sweat. Ordinary cultivators needed thousands of years of accumulation to perfect their cave heaven in one go, but he simply devoured the tribulation.

From the dark red jade cup, Yang Tian shook down the blood inside. Seven or eight drops of blood rushed into his cave heaven, and he immediately felt a vast, immense energy begin to fill it.

Waves of pure divine fluctuations spread through his body. Yang Tian felt his cave heaven was much fuller. He clenched his fists and then set his sights on the stars.

He had once witnessed the White-clothed Sovereign's methods, swallowing stars to replenish energy. Now he intended to imitate that.

Yang Tian closed his eyes slightly, trying to recall that feeling. Soon, yin and yang energy swirled around him, and as he stepped on the Xuanhuang Great Dao, he felt himself merge with the universe.

He opened his eyes, lightning flashing and stars dying. He suddenly exerted a terrifying suction on the stars, and a beam of moonlight formed, connecting heaven and earth, pouring into the top of Yang Tian's head.

"It works! The Dao Fruit of Heaven and Earth is so formidable, able to control the cosmos!" Yang Tian was overjoyed. The power of stars was terrifying; how could ordinary cultivators devour it?

Absorbing this stellar power, Yang Tian felt his flesh and blood being washed many times, his bones clanging, and his cave heaven filled with moonlight and starlight.

"Heavens! The senior's cultivation is profound, swallowing the power of the galaxy!" Noisy voices arose around, finding it hard to imagine how strong he was now.

As they discussed, strands of stellar power spread out, sweeping over the cultivators present. Each was bathed in the divine power of the stars, their bodies undergoing transformation.

"Thank you for your grace, senior!" The group was overjoyed and bowed deeply.

Yang Tian's absorption was extremely fast. He couldn't help but marvel at the White-clothed Sovereign's might. After an hour of devouring, the star remained unharmed. He had once seen a sovereign devour a star until it dimmed.

A day passed, and some began to undergo tribulation. Of course, Yang Tian directly devoured it all.

His cave heaven grew increasingly terrifying. This experience was even more profound: nurturing life, akin to creating humans, comprehending this supreme method.

He merged with the Dao, his dharma power vast as the sea, like a demon stirring the mortal world. The stars in the sky shook. After three days of devouring, this star could no longer bear it and dimmed.

Great whirlpools churned within the cave heaven, and terrifying auras rose. Yang Tian, having accumulated over time, encountered calamity but also gained great fortune. Comprehending the Dao Fruit of Heaven and Earth, becoming a true god was only a matter of time.

Then, Yang Tian set his sights on the moon. The moon was the rarest of stars, rumored to be formed from the fall of a deity. Who knew if it was true?

He opened his mouth and swallowed, immediately feeling a surge of Taiyin divine power fall into his body. His expression trembled as he felt the yin-yang Dao begin to transform.

"What formidable energy, just right for my Dao!" Yang Tian laughed heartily, his devouring speed increasing. The whole world shook as the moon's light fell, becoming a wondrous sight.

The Taiyin divine power was extremely formidable. Yang Tian grabbed with his hand, and Xiao Yu's body appeared before him.

"Big brother, thank you for saving Grandpa." Xiao Yu, delicate and lovely, had just received a great fortune, her whole body exuding an immaculate aura. She gave Yang Tian a peck on the cheek.

"Little girl, I'll give you another fortune!" Yang Tian smiled. Taiyin divine power surged forth, and Xiao Yu's Nine Yin Divine Body seemed to awaken, emitting pure Taiyin divine power.

Seeing this, Yang Tian nodded slightly. Then he sighed, waved his hand, and Yun'er's body appeared.

She lay there quietly asleep, her whole body glowing with white luster, like a fairy within, serene and peaceful, having slept for who knows how long.

"Who is she?" Seeing a woman appear beside Yang Tian, Qing Xiaoyue looked over, puzzled.

Yang Tian's hands moved, and pure Taiyin divine power flowed into her body. Within her withered qi sea, a sudden tremor arose, making Yang Tian's pupils contract.

"What's going on?" Yang Tian's face changed drastically. Could this divine power not help her revive?

"It's very different. This moon has become a spirit, cultivating Taiyin divine power. If this girl hadn't slept so long, she could have awakened." The Nightmare Dragon's voice came, making Yang Tian step back.

"Don't worry. Though this Taiyin divine power can't wake her, there's great hope now." The Nightmare Dragon added.

"Big brother, why is there a little sister in here?" Xiao Yu exclaimed in surprise. "She looks just like this little sister."

"What? You really saw her?" Yang Tian's fist clenched instantly, and he asked hastily.

"Yes, Xiao Yu asked her what she was doing here, and she said she was waiting for someone." Xiao Yu said innocently. "The little sister is so pitiful; it's pitch black in there, and she can't see anything."

Yang Tian's fists clenched tightly, his chest heaving violently. He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his arms trembling.

"Ah! Big brother, what's wrong?" Xiao Yu's pretty face turned pale with fright.

Yang Tian sat woodenly. What was love, what was hatred, what was strength? He felt no joy at advancing to the cave heaven realm, only overwhelming grief. He couldn't help but let out a mournful roar.

A lifetime of battle, a bloodstained path, all to become strong, rescue his parents, and protect those around him. But looking back, Yun'er was one of the most important to him, having given so much, and now she slept without waking. He hated himself for not spending more time with her before.

The people around were infected with a sense of sorrow, vaguely understanding. They sighed, looking back at the past, how many beloved ones had already vanished.