The Only Player in ‘Child of Stardust’
Chapter 307 - 212: Primordial Yin-Yang Body_2

Chapter 307: Chapter 212: Primordial Yin-Yang Body_2

"Really, well, you better leave quickly then. Recently, there’s been an evil tiger roaming around here, be careful not to get eaten," the old woodcutter said in all seriousness.

"An evil tiger? Aren’t you afraid, old man?" Zhou Yuan asked in return.

"To be honest, I still have some cultivation in me. When the Purple Sun Sect dissolved, one of the disciples handed down a cultivation technique to my grandfather. Although I don’t have much talent and could only master a few spells after cultivating for half my life, dealing with a beast is still no problem," the old woodcutter said with a smile, puffing out his chest with pride.

"Purple Sun Sect?" Zhou Yuan exclaimed, "Is this the Purple Sun Sect’s land?"

"Yes, didn’t you know? The Purple Sun Sect was a famous sect in the East Continent back in the day. Although it was later destroyed, it’s not like it was completely unrecognized," the old woodcutter said strangely.

"How was it destroyed?" Zhou Yuan inquired further.

"Over a hundred years ago, the senior brother of the Purple Sun Sect suddenly went mad, killed the Sect Master and several inner disciples, deeply wounding the sect’s vitality. Shortly afterward, enemies came to destroy the sect. However, the Purple Sun Sect had already dissolved by then, so most of its disciples survived. This was later revealed by outer disciples. Otherwise, it would have remained a mystery," the old woodcutter sighed, "The impermanence of the world, who would have thought that the Purple Sun Sect, which was at its peak, would collapse in one night."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuan was drenched in cold sweat. Wasn’t this the same as what he had just experienced in the abnormal space? Why was it so similar to what happened a hundred years ago?

"Later, some disciples of the Purple Sun Sect searched everywhere for the senior brother, seeking revenge for the sect. But he seemed to have vanished from the earth and never reappeared in the world.

Some said he fell into the demonic path and ultimately went insane, some said he was killed by righteous people, others said he was struck dead by a lightning tribulation during his ascension..."

The old woodcutter recalled, "That senior brother of the Purple Sun Sect... it seemed he was called... Zhou Yuan or something."

Boom!

Zhou Yuan felt like he was struck by lightning. How could it be!?

He hastily bid farewell to the old woodcutter, took out the tattered ancient book, and reviewed it again, but found nothing useful. The Eyes of Identification provided no helpful hints either.

"Could it be that I actually traveled back a hundred years temporarily? It might be possible under the influence of mysterious powers, but it’s just too unbelievable.

Or is it some ridiculous coincidence? The senior brother happened to have the same name as me and made the same choices? The odds are lower than a sow falling into a drain..."

Zhou Yuan pondered for a long time, then shook his head, put away the tattered ancient book, and walked toward the village at the foot of the mountain.

A large grove of locust trees surrounded the village, making the yin energy quite heavy. As soon as he stepped within a certain range, he felt a strange chill, as if a female ghost were blowing cold air on his neck from behind.

The village had about a hundred households, with ancestors who had lived there for generations. They were not hostile to outsiders and even warmly invited Zhou Yuan to their homes.

"Young man, do you need a place to stay? You can come to my house, our bed is big and comfortable!"

"Child, have you eaten yet? Come to my place, I’ll kill a chicken for you."

"Come to my house. My... my husband passed away not long ago, and I’m a lonely woman..."

Watching the enthusiastic villagers, Zhou Yuan fell silent.

[Help, seeing ghosts in broad daylight!]

[Be careful, these are a bunch of fierce ghosts who have long been dead but are now alive again. They act like humans during the day, but at night, they’ll revert to their bloodthirsty nature. Remember, they’ve been hungry for many, many years!]

"All these locust trees, such thick yin energy, if there weren’t any problems, that would be the real ghost," Zhou Yuan muttered to himself. With his long-standing experience, he sensed the irregularities as soon as he stepped into the village.

But... what was the situation with the old woodcutter?

If this was a ghost village, why was the old woodcutter still a normal person? They were clearly from the same village...

As Zhou Yuan pondered, a child with pigtails ran out excitedly, shouting, "Grandpa! Grandpa!"

At the village entrance, the old woodcutter walked over with a bundle of firewood on his back. However, he now exuded a peculiar yin aura, and his smile was eerily grim.

Zhou Yuan’s scalp tingled. What was going on?

The old woodcutter was clearly alive just a moment ago, how did he suddenly become a fierce ghost?

[Someone has blurred the line between life and death, bringing back beings that should have returned to dust. But... the resurrected, are they still themselves?

Here’s a hint, check out the ancestral hall in the village.]

"Thank you for your hospitality, but I prefer to sleep under the sky, with the earth as my bed. I won’t trouble you any further." Zhou Yuan cupped his hands and hurriedly left.

The villagers’ smiles vanished instantly, and they all stared at his back with expressionless faces, their eyes fixed and unblinking, eerily like wooden figures.

It wasn’t until Zhou Yuan disappeared from sight that the villagers seemed to reboot, returning to their usual state, chatting and laughing about various topics, gossiping about the village, and going about their business.

After leaving the village, Zhou Yuan turned into a shadow and swiftly returned, heading directly to the ancestral hall.

He did not enter rashly, instead sending a demonic shadow to scout.

Demonic shadow slipped through a crack, entering the ancestral hall. Inside, many ancestral tablets were placed, with incense burning, clearly well-maintained and regularly worshipped.

In the center of the hall lay a coffin, emitting dense yin energy.

[A coffin of life and death, the person inside is in a state between life and death. Awake her, and the balance of life and death will reverse, causing all the ghosts in the village to disappear. Don’t worry, there is a karmic connection between you and her. She won’t be your enemy.]

Zhou Yuan pondered for a moment, then swiftly retreated to the limit of his control over the demonic shadow, commanding it to open the coffin.

The coffin lid was lifted, revealing a young girl in a white dress lying inside, her skin rosy and elastic, not like a deceased, but more like someone sleeping.

She had her hands overlapped on her abdomen, clutching a black and white Yin Yang Pisces Jade Pendant.

Zhou Yuan was astonished.

He recognized this style of jade pendant. It was the key to opening a Cave Heaven Blessed Land!

How could the same jade pendant appear here? Who was this girl?

"It feels like I’ve gotten involved in something incredible," Zhou Yuan muttered.

He wondered what was happening with the others. Were they encountering strange events too, or was it just him...

At that moment, the girl’s eyelashes fluttered briefly, then she slowly opened her eyes.

In an instant, the balance of life and death shifted. A surge of overwhelming yang energy erupted, transforming the once eerie village filled with yin energy into a place brimming with yang energy. Waves of heat soared, and the villagers silently melted away, evaporating into the air.

The girl in white radiated vitality, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, her skin glowing with an unearthly light, exuding an incomparable purity. She sat up in the coffin, glanced indifferently at the demonic shadow, and that glance pierced through the void, directly seeing Zhou Yuan hiding in the distance.

"Primordial Yin-Yang Body?"

Whoosh!

The figure of the girl in white disappeared, reappearing beside Zhou Yuan.

"You are entangled in karma, carrying his scent, and you have cultivated the Primordial Yin-Yang Body as well..."

The girl in white stared at Zhou Yuan, trying to uncover more secrets, but then frowned slightly, "I can’t see through you."

"He couldn’t see through me either."

Zhou Yuan remained composed, flashing a charming smile, exuding charisma, and extended his hand. "I’m Zhou Yuan."

The girl in white did not extend her hand but introduced herself nonetheless.

"I am Ye Wushuang."

"What is Ye Youxian to you?" Zhou Yuan asked directly, assuming the person she mentioned earlier was Ye Youxian.

"..."

The girl pondered for a long time, then uttered two words that left Zhou Yuan dumbfounded.

"—Father."