Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 4426: A Glimpse Of The Forsaken Yin Lotus Divine Art

A cold silence fell over the skies.

The petals of countless lotuses- black, blue, and cyan hovered in a threefold storm of stillness, tension rippling beneath the surface.

The disciples of the Forsaken Yin Lotus Sect stood in formation, their gazes fixed on Natalya with an intensity that betrayed their cold facades. Their instincts screamed to act, but a greater instinct told them to wait.

Because Hansyra hadnʼt moved yet, her Will was commanding them to stay their hands even without saying anything.

She simply stood there in the air, robes rippling like a dark tide, the snowflakes around her halting mid-fall as if time itself bowed before her command. Her cold eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded Natalya, but no emotion stirred within the glacial depths of her still eyes.

”You think your sisterʼs master is wise?” Hansyra asked, her voice like a blade slicing across a frozen lake, ”Let me tell you the truth. Indifference is not death. It is freedom. To be unmoved is to be free of desire, free of fear… free of weakness.”

Her pale hand rose slowly, and the mini-realm responded.

The very air warped.

A black moon formed above her, hanging inverted and pulsing with yin light. The petals in the air ceased spinning, suddenly dragged into a vortex of spiraling void. One by one, Natalyaʼs cyan petals began to disintegrate under the immense pull of yin force.

”Then why do you still talk?”

Natalyaʼs brows raised, but she softly asked, voice cutting through the howling wind, ”If youʼre truly indifferent, why bother responding? Why bother defending that shiny little ring?”

For the first time, a ripple passed through Hansyraʼs perfect expression. Her beautiful face beyond her thin veil twitched.

But it wasnʼt anger. It was contempt.

”You mistake control for interest. I respond because you are wrong. And ignorance must be corrected. A junior sister like you shouldnʼt be so arrogant in front of me, the Forsaken Yin Divine Priestess.”

”Black Moon Severance”

As her words fell, she raised her hand, and her technique dropped like judgment.

Natalyaʼs pupils dilated slightly.

She shot forward, her cyan lotus blooming in defiance against the descending yin moon.

*Boom!~*

The clash exploded in mid-air.

Her figure weaved through the incoming pressure, her hands forming a beautiful lotus seal as cyan light surged from her body. Her Level Two Empyrean undulations bloomed like a surging tide, encasing the land and the sky. However, the density it exuded was immense, as powerful as the undulations from a Level Nine Empyrean whose prowess was two levels higher.

Evidently, she revealed herself to be at the near-layer limit.

”Frigid Blooming Heart Lotus, Third Bloom!”

However, her technique grew even stronger.

A colossal cyan lotus manifested in the sky, rotating in reverse to the yin moonʼs descent. It sparkled with crystalline clarity, exuding waves of soul-freezing cold and… warmth. A strange duality that made even the Forsaken Yin disciplesʼ expressions twist for a moment.

How can a fusion of Ice Laws and Yin Laws exude warmth? What kind of Law was this? Or was this a technique edging on the concept of yin births yang?

Natalya pushed both hands outward.

*Rumble!~*

The two energy shapes collided- a terrifying Black Moon against an ever-spinning yet elegant Cyan Lotus.

The impact sent ripples through the region, the nearby mountains shivering under the sheer might. Petals and darkness emerging from yin scattered like shredded cloth across the skies.

Smoke, frost, and silence.

And then, from within the cloud of debris and dissolving yin light… Natalya slowly floated out, a gash on her left sleeve and a trickle of blood on her lip. But her eyes shone, cold and vivid, shimmering with vibrant yin essence.

Hansyra remained still, untouched, but her brows were faintly furrowed.

”Youʼve improved,” she said coolly.

Natalya wiped the blood with the back of her hand and grinned, ”Iʼd hope so. Otherwise, Iʼd just be an adorable failure, wouldnʼt I?”

”However, I didnʼt expect you to have a prowess thatʼs nine levels higher. Truly, the Forsaken Yin Lotus Divine Art is excellent. I may have to reconsider my plans if this battle extends further than I thought. Gaining the mystical art other than the cultivation manual seems worth offending you~”

Another wave of silence passed through the Forsaken Yin disciples, but this time, something in their gazes shifted. There was no longer much disdain but acknowledgment- even if faint.

Hansyra looked at her, and for a moment, she seemed to be calculating something far beyond the battle.

”…Very well,” she said. ”I will give you the cultivation manual for the next stage. You may copy the first three layers of the Forsaken Yin Lotus Divine Art. That is all. You will owe me a debt.”

Natalya blinked, surprised by the concession.

Did the sect not have rules against giving this art away? Did it not have any restrictions for the winner of the inheritance?

Natalya knew nothing.

The entire inheritance was just them clearing the trials without any explanation and for her- being kicked out at the last trial.

She landed softly on the snowy ground below, the cyan lotus shrinking and slipping into her body in the form of energy like a tamed beast.

The other disciples were surprised as they saw her perform this feat. Energy, once unleashed, could not be retained hundred percent. However, Natalyaʼs control of her energy was far more smooth and flexible than they had their own.

They wondered how she trained to become this skilled.

”Graciously accepted, Divine Priestess~” Natalya smiled, bowing with elegance before walking forward without fear. She stopped before Hansyra and extended a jade slip.

Hansyra looked down at it, then placed her hand over it. A stream of yin essence surged into the jade slip as glowing runes etched themselves along its surface. She pulled her hand back, her expression unreadable.

Natalya took it, inspected the essence-inscribed characters, and then tucked it away into her spatial ring.

”I hope itʼs not wrong.”

”It is beneath me to deceive my followers,” Hansyra said coldly.

”…?” Natalya blinked, not remembering having said anything about following her.

She snickered, ”If at all I follow you somehow, your life would be in extreme danger, that I would pity you.”

”…”