When Ding Yan first entered the mortal world, he had once been to Yishui in search of an old friend.
There, he used a divination technique.
Although divination is only a small technique, it has an unexpected ability. In the projected image, Ding Yan 'saw' a woman in splendid attire, sitting on a giant rock, chin resting on her hands, staring blankly at the sky.
Although he had never met her, Ding Yan knew that the woman was the sister of the original owner of his body, Ding Ling! The person he had to take care of.
But later, when he carried out a large-scale soul search in the caravan, he also obtained information about that woman. Through the Yin and Yang Profound Scholars, he even clearly saw the scene of the woman's death. It was because of this that Ding Yan destroyed the caravan and lived with Ding Chen for more than ten years.
But... just now, through that strand of divine sense, Ding Yan clearly saw the appearance of the woman that the pure yin aura had transformed into.
The woman was exactly the same person he had seen in the divination!
"How... is this possible?" Without caring to 'borrow' money from the imperial palace, Ding Yan immediately turned into a streak of light and flew directly back to the location of the inn.
The images shown in divination could be from the past, the present, or even the future.
Even the practitioner himself does not know this.
Originally, Ding Yan thought that the image he saw was from the past, the scene before the woman's death. But now, it appeared that the divination might have produced a current image!
Because the woman had never died from beginning to end!
As for soul-searching, this method is not difficult. Modifying the memories of an ordinary person is too easy for a cultivator. At least as far as Ding Yan knows, there are no fewer than ten methods.
Inside the inn.
The woman was barefoot, wearing a long black dress that trailed on the ground. Stepping on the floor, there was no sound.
The woman continued forward until she stopped in front of the door of the room that Ding Yan had booked, hesitated for a moment, and then raised her hand to lightly knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Ding Chen's voice came from inside the door.
"Ling'er, it's Mother..." The woman's voice trembled slightly.
The door did not open. After a moment of silence, Ding Chen's voice came from inside again.
"I'm not called Yang Ling, remember, my name is Ding Chen!"
"Ding Chen, did that person give you that name?" The woman bit her lip and asked.
There was silence inside the room, and no sound came out.
After a moment, the woman spoke again, "Ling'er, come with Mother. That person... for the sake of becoming an immortal, he might abandon Mother, and in the future, he will probably abandon you as well."
"Shut up!"
The door suddenly opened.
Ding Chen looked at the person in front of him with anger, evidently, he had seen this person before. "How dare you speak of Uncle? If it weren't for Uncle, I would have died long ago. For me, Ding Chen, Uncle is my only relative!"
"Ling'er..."
"I'm not called Ling'er, remember, I'm called Ding Chen!" After speaking, Ding Chen looked at the woman and said word by word, "And besides, for me, Ding Chen, I have no parents! In this world, I only have one relative, and that is my Uncle."
After speaking, Ding Chen slammed the door shut.
"Ling... Chen..." The woman leaned against the door, in pain.
No parents!
These four words contained too much bitterness. Since his earliest memories, Ding Chen had been without parents. The term 'parents' was too unfamiliar to him. While other children were being coddled by their mothers, Ding Chen could only sit alone by the doorstep, looking at the stars. While other children were reveling in family reunion, he was learning calligraphy with Ding Yan.
Undoubtedly, Ding Yan was very strict. He had never indulged Ding Chen.
Because of this, Ding Chen's temperament is much more mature than others of the same age, and his way of thinking tends to be similar to Ding Yan's. When he had already become accustomed to this kind of life, forgetting his parents, this woman appeared. She told herself that she was his mother. Upset, angry, or perhaps joyful and excited? Ding Chen had already forgotten how he felt when he first saw her. All he knew now was that he felt nothing towards her except disgust.
All of this was because of that man. The man who claimed to be his father...
"So you really are Xiao Ling," a voice came clearly from behind the woman.
After hearing the voice, the woman trembled slightly. When she turned around, she found that Ding Yan had appeared behind her at some point.
"How... how did you come back?" the woman looked at Ding Yan with a complex expression.
"Spiritual perception transformation is not a sophisticated method for a scattered immortal," Ding Yan said.
"Scattered immortal?" the woman said mockingly. "So, you've already become a scattered immortal..."
Ding Yan fell silent. After inheriting the memories of the original owner of the body, Ding Yan couldn't express how he felt about Ding Ling.
"These years, you've suffered..." Ding Yan said after a long while.
His gaze towards Ding Ling revealed a hint of gentleness.
"Hah! You're already a scattered immortal, why would you need me, your sister?" With that, the woman didn't even look at Ding Yan and desolately walked away.
Vaguely, the woman's voice faded again. In just a few steps, the gloom enveloped her once more, and her appearance blurred.
Seeing this, a hint of coldness flashed in Ding Yan's eyes. He stepped forward, grabbed Ding Ling's wrist with his right hand.
"What are you doing?!" the woman exclaimed in shock and anger.
Ding Yan said nothing. The energy within him flowed, and a stream of mixed immortal energy surged into the woman's body through his right hand.
After the immortal energy entered, the mist surrounding the woman instantly dissipated. A faint flush appeared on her pale face, but soon receded. Her complexion turned extremely pale, her pupils even turned a grayish-white color, devoid of any vitality!
Like a ghost!
"Extreme Yin power?!" A powerful force suddenly rebounded, pushing Ding Yan back two steps.
His right hand felt numb, and as he looked at the woman, his expression turned extremely astonished.
Without the birth of Yang, Yin cannot grow!
The intermingling of yin and yang has been a principle existing since ancient times. Anything that exists can be classified as yin or yang, even humans. Inside a person's body, there is also yin and yang rotating, regardless of gender. There will be yin if there is yang, and the only difference is the proportion of yin and yang. However, nothing is absolute. In the natural world, there are places where only yang energy exists and others where only yin energy exists. Cultivators call such existences extreme Yang Cavern and extreme Yin Caverns.
And humans are no different!
Those born with only yin energy within their bodies are called Yin Shamans, while those with only yang energy are called Yang Extremes!
Yin Shamans and Yang Extremes, extremely rare occurrences, and practically each of them is a genius in cultivation! However, the balance of the Heavenly Dao dictates that Yin Shamans and Yang Extremes, although possessing qualifications beyond ordinary people, have lifespans ten times shorter than normal. Basically, Yin Shamans and Yang Extremes in history rarely lived beyond ten years.