One year had passed since the engagement and wedding had been put on hold for some reason Ravihiro had been focusing on cultivation but couldn't make any progress so he thought of taking a bold method he didn't even have his spirit of the ring to assist him .He first goes to sect treasury and took dark and light stone and goes in his room .
Ravihiro sat cross-legged in silence, sweat streaming down his body. His cultivation had reached a standstill. No matter how much energy he absorbed, his meridians remained blocked—unchanging, unmoving.
Clenching his jaw, he pulled out two rare stones from the formation Treasury before him: the Light Stone, brimming with radiant Yang energy, and the Dark Stone, heavy with shadowy Yin. Without hesitation, he pressed both to his chest, allowing their energies to surge directly into his meridians.
The result was instant.
A violent storm of opposing energies erupted inside his body. Divine heat collided with abyssal cold. Ravihiro's muscles locked, his veins pulsed with chaotic light and shadow, and a scream of agony tore from his throat.
He gritted his teeth, trying to endure the torment, but his breath hitched. The pain was unbearable. His body spasmed uncontrollably, sweat turning into steam as the divine and dark energies fought for dominance.
From outside, Rumina froze at the sound of his scream. Her heart raced. Without hesitation, she rushed into the room—only to find Ravihiro glowing with conflicting auras, his eyes glazed in silver and black, his body trembling.
"Ravihiro!" she called, running to him.
"No—stay back…!" he gasped, but his voice was low and strained.
She didn't listen.
She knelt beside him and placed her hands on his chest, trying to calm his energy—but in that instant, Ravihiro's eyes widened. The Yin and Yang within him surged wildly, searching for balance, and the moment her hands touched him, something clicked.
Her Yin essence began to resonate.
With a growl, Ravihiro—no longer in control—grabbed her wrists tightly, his grip burning hot and ice-cold at once. Before she could react, he pulled her toward him, lips crashing onto hers in a desperate, instinctual act—an eruption of repressed energy and primal force.
Rumina's eyes widened, startled, but then softened.
She could feel it—his body wasn't acting from desire, but from survival. The Yin in her and the Yang within him had begun to merge, slowly forming a harmonious cycle. Her spirit trembled as the energies coiled and danced around them in a divine formation neither had activated intentionally.
Ravihiro's body moved on its own, breath heavy, hands trembling as they held her close. Rumina gasped under him but didn't push away. Instead, she let herself move with the current, guiding the moment with grace and strength.
Their auras entwined—light and shadow swirling, fire and frost fusing, divine and demonic energies molding into a single pulse. It was more than physical—it was spiritual. Their souls brushed, hearts pounding in rhythm, as the cultivation storm inside Ravihiro began to stabilize.
Time seemed to blur.
Their breathing, their movements, the world around them—all faded. The room glowed with a soft halo of Yin and Yang, forming a dual-petal lotus beneath them. Rumina's voice was soft against his ear, calling his name, grounding him gently.
But Ravihiro didn't respond.
As the last wave of power washed over him, his body gave out. The energy toll was too much. He collapsed gently into Rumina's arms, unconscious, but now at peace—his meridians pulsing with a new, balanced force.
She held him close, brushing his damp hair from his face, her cheeks warm, her heart full.
"…Idiot," she whispered with a half-smile, pulling the blanket over both of them as the glow slowly faded into calm night.