Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Memories unfurled.

Wild geese cried amidst the frost, and the morning moon hung in the sky.

A tall Daoist sat upright before a desk, holding a yellowed scroll in his hands, seeking the method for a breakthrough.

The way of Pure Yang, cultivating to this realm, was incredibly difficult to advance in, and so he set his sights elsewhere.

The stones of other mountains can polish one's own gems.

What is the Dragon and Tiger? What is embracing the elixir?

The Daoist's brows knit in puzzlement.

If he could comprehend the secrets of the Dragon and Tiger, then the foundation of his Pure Yang Inner Qi cultivation would become even more robust, enabling him to ascend to a higher level.

He stood up tall, venturing outside to explore.

In the mountains and forests, he observed fierce tigers for a decade, comprehending their true form, yet it brought no benefit to himself.

Amongst the clouds above the sea, he watched flood dragons leap, also to no avail.

Dragon and Tiger, Dragon and Tiger, venerated by heaven and earth, how could the human body master their essence, attaining the body of the Dragon and Tiger, with boundless strength?

The Daoist pondered with furrowed brows, sitting atop the cloud-shrouded cliff for ten years, studying assiduously.

Suddenly one morning, a flash of insight crossed his mind.

He recalled an anomaly he'd seen years ago while observing the Dragon and Tiger.

"Yun Conglong, Feng Conghu."

"The tiger roars and the valley winds follow, the Dragon rises and the clouds accompany."

"Wrong, wrong, all wrong."

"In my desperate search for the form of the Dragon and Tiger, I only scratched the surface, neglecting the profound underlying principles." The tall Daoist lamented, regretting not having come to enlightenment sooner and thus wasting years.

The Dragon and Tiger are celestial phenomena, the transformation of things.

When the tiger roars, the valley wind arrives; when the Dragon rises, the clouds follow; this speaks to the resonance of all things.

Resonance of voice, and seeking of like energies.

So then, how can one's body subdue the Dragon and Tiger, with the wind and clouds in tow?

Suddenly, the Daoist's many years of accumulation brought forth a moment of profound realization.

With a breath, he connected to the celestial roots, and with an inhalation, he reached to the earthly roots; thus was the mechanism of merging heaven and earth;

With a call, the Dragon hums and clouds arise, with a breath, the tiger roars and wind is born; together they form change;

The wind and clouds resonate and create the golden elixir, and the endless currency of this exchange is the communication; as the golden elixir returns, it forms the great elixir, thus figuratively called the Great Dragon and Tiger Elixir.

With a still heart, the Dragon hums; with an unmoving body, the tiger roars. With the Dragon's hum, Qi solidifies; with the tiger's roar, essence condenses. With condensed primordial essence, one can preserve the body; with solidified primordial Qi, one can consolidate the spirit.

Countless realizations flooded the Daoist's mind; his aura transformed in an instant, and the True Yang Spirit shone between heaven and earth.

A long, lingering Daoist chant echoed between heaven and earth.

The sound was filled with the joy of enlightenment and emotion.

"True Dragons and Tigers initially have no form, who then sets the standards for their appearance!"

"If one manages within formlessness, one transcends mundane existence with boundless vigor."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Green and white too distinct – that's ripples without wind."

"To discern the True Dragon and Tiger, look beyond existence and nonexistence, beyond the cycle of time."

The voice was at first low, then grew increasingly impassioned. As the volume increased, the clouds where the tall Daoist sat in meditation began to stir, winds and clouds converging around him.

Just then, in a moment, the scene with wind and cloud convergence changed again – the layers of clouds fiercely split open, and a shaft of golden sunlight beamed down directly upon the Daoist.

The Daoist stamped one foot and soared into the sky, rushing toward the breach in the heavens as if to stand side by side with it!

Endless sunlight bathed his body, all entering into him.

The hurricane transformed into transparent, tiger-shaped ripples, and the cloudy vapors took the shape of a dragon, circling endlessly around him, creating a loop like an ouroboros.

For a moment, the Dragon called to the Tiger, and the Tiger drew in the Dragon's essence. They mutually devoured each other, both greedily merging.

"Give me, break!"

A roar erupted.

At that moment, the deep azure Inner Qi of the Daoist began to slowly transform, a streak of gold suddenly appearing.

With time's passage, the amount of Inner Qi turning golden increased more and more, starting as a streak, then becoming a strand, a lock.

Eventually, the quantity and rate of this Inner Qi transformation began to slow.

Seeing this, the Daoist's eyes went fierce. With a great gasp, he seemed to swallow like a whale – all the circling, ouroboros-like Yun Long and Feng Conghu were suddenly in queue, rushing into the Daoist's mouth.

With this astonishing aid, the Daoist's Inner Qi transformation accelerated in a previously unseen rate of operation.

The shadow of the True Yang Spirit on the tall Daoist's form slowly began to solidify, departing from its erstwhile ephemeral appearance.

Throughout this silent process, dragon and tiger 'tattoos' slowly crept over the arms and back of the True Yang Spirit.

Once the tattoos spread, transitioning from ethereal to tangible, the Daoist's entire Inner Qi had completely turned pale gold, and within his Qi sea, three small drops of ethereal, light golden elixir emerged, with a divine aura emanating from within.

For a moment, the winds stilled, and clouds halted.

In an instant, Yi Chen and the Daoist in the memory locked eyes, and the scene abruptly ended there.

Under the reflection of the spirit, a multitude of realizations and emotions rushed forth.

A touch of pale golden Qi began to form within Yi Chen's Inner Qi!

With the emergence of this first bit of pale golden Inner Qi, like a signal, it began to violently draw in the surrounding deep azure Inner Qi.

A new cycle of strengthening, had begun.

However, this was not the end.

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Half an hour later, Yi Chen slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly the void crackled, and the dark room was illuminated.

Even if he resided in a bear's cave, devoid of daylight, his gaze was unbelievably bright, like lightning tearing through the night sky.

The phenomenon was fleeting.

An unprecedented sense of power surged in Yi Chen's heart.

He extended his palm, and a wisp of pale golden Inner Qi danced within it.

"The True Pure Yang Skill, absorbing the essence of the Great True Qi of the Dragon and Tiger encapsulating the elixir, has undergone a transformation, evolving into a new True Technique. To still call it the True Pure Yang Skill would no longer be fitting."

"Let's name it the True Pure Yang Dragon Tiger Primordial Holy Skill."