Chapter 579

Seeing the two kiss, Xiao Yixian beside them couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed—why not find a place without people? Of course, there was also a hint of sourness.

Seeing the two display affection, countless hearts shattered on the ground, but more still felt envy and admiration, for only Xiao Yan could win the heart of the Snake Race's master.

After a long while, once the two parted, Yao Ming smiled bitterly and said: "Mei Du Sha Queen, I have a transaction to propose."

"Oh? Tell me." Cai Lin's expression shifted, returning to the domineering Queen.

"Have any of you from the Yan Alliance heard of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint?" Yao Ming's tone turned grave, his eyes holding a faint proud smile.

"Yellow Spring Demon Saint?"

Upon hearing the four characters "Yellow Spring Demon Saint," Xiao Yan and Cai Lin both showed surprise, exchanging a glance—they certainly knew.

After all, both the Huang Quan Shan Mai and Jiu You Huang Quan bore the words "Yellow Spring"; before arriving, they had already tasked the Miter Trading Guild with investigations and were well aware of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's reputation.

Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression moved as he nodded: "Of course I've heard—legend says a supreme powerhouse emerged thousands of years ago, suppressing an entire era. Rumors claim the Yellow Spring Sage's strength reached half-Emperor level, unmatched on the Dou Qi Continent."

"Could the Yellow Spring Demon Saint be connected to the Nine Underworld Dark Python Clan?" Xiao Yan's eyes flickered with caution; though he didn't believe the Yellow Spring Demon Saint still lived, he couldn't ignore the possibility of unforeseen dangers.

Yao Ming naturally understood what Xiao Yan and the others were wary of, and said: "Rest assured, the Nine Underworld Dark Python Clan's current state is due to my foolish younger brother. Moreover, my breaking free from seal was thanks to you. I, Yao Ming, and the remaining members of the Nine Underworld Dark Python Clan have no intention of opposing the Yan Alliance."

"Though the Yellow Spring Demon Saint was not of the Nine Underworld Dark Python Clan, he had deep ties to our people. Though that peerless powerhouse perished long ago, and his legacy has long since vanished with time, …" Yao Ming smiled, then lowered his voice: "…within our Nine Underworld Dark Python Clan lies a Yellow Spring Stone Tablet, passed down from ancient times. It records all the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's life's learning, and it is said that deep within the tablet still lingers his essence blood."

Xiao Yan looked at Yao Ming, unmoved by the prospect of the legendary powerhouse's legacy and essence blood, and smiled: "Clan Leader Yao Ming, why bring this up now? What do you seek?"

Seeing Xiao Yan's eyes unclouded by greed, Yao Ming secretly raised his estimation of Xiao Yan—he himself, upon learning of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's lingering essence blood, had never been this calm.

"The Yellow Spring Stone Tablet requires a unique method to open, known only to successive Clan Leaders. It records three Heavenly Rank Battle Arts: Heavenly Rank Low Grade, Heavenly Rank Mid Grade, and Heavenly Rank Advanced Grade—all created by the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, immensely powerful." Yao Ming threw another bombshell.

But all it earned was a faint nod from Xiao Yan and the others.

Heavenly Rank Advanced Grade Battle Art? The Yan Alliance has such legacies too—though they're practically untrainable.

"Sigh, Xiao Yan, you truly are a prodigy of the age. When I first heard this news, I was overwhelmed. Our Nine Underworld Dark Python Clan asks for little—we only hope you'll leave us a sacred land and some Secret Realm legacies and resources within the Huang Quan Shan Mai, so our people may continue living in Shou Yu." Yao Ming had planned to demand more, but seeing Xiao Yan's demeanor, he realized the remnants of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's legacy weren't worth a high price.

Xiao Yan glanced at Cai Lin; after a moment's thought, she nodded: "Agreed. The Snake Vein Earth Vein remains under the Nine Underworld Dark Python Clan's control. We, the Snake People Empire, claim no resources or legacies within it. All other territories of the Huang Quan Shan Mai, Jiu You Huang Quan, and the Yellow Spring Stone Tablet belong to the Yan Alliance."

The Snake Vein Earth Vein was merely one earth vein beneath the Huang Quan Shan Mai—the entire mountain range was vast, and Cai Lin's Snake People Empire preferred living in forests and woodlands, not buried underground.

Hearing Cai Lin's words, Yao Ming finally exhaled in relief—things hadn't turned to the worst.

"Hehe, I speak for all members of the Nine Underworld Dark Python Clan in thanking Mei Du Sha Queen for your mercy."

About ten minutes later, Xiao Yan and the others followed Yao Ming to a massive stone tablet.

Xiao Yan looked up at the giant tablet, upon which were engraved strange Spiritual Energy Sealing Array Runes, faintly glowing with peculiar light. Carved on the tablet was a colossal finger and a palm print half a zhang deep; strange information radiated from it.

Xiao Yan nodded silently, his gaze heavy as he stared at the tablet—he felt an extremely potent soul pressure emanating from it.

"Even a mere remnant soul possesses such formidable pressure—just how peerless was the Yellow Spring Demon Saint?"

After Yao Ming's explanation, Xiao Yan and the others finally understood some things.

The Yellow Spring Stone Tablet contained three Battle Arts: Heavenly Rank Low Grade—Yellow Spring Finger; Heavenly Rank Mid Grade—Huangquan Palm; and Heavenly Rank Advanced Grade—Huangquan Heavenly Rage!

Especially Huangquan Heavenly Rage—it was no ordinary Heavenly Rank Advanced Battle Art, but a unique sonic Battle Art!

Huangquan Fury, shatters the soul!

Huangquan Heavenly Rage was exceptionally rare—a fusion of sonic and soul Battle Arts. When unleashed, it obliterated spirit and soul; even a High-Level Dou Sage would struggle to withstand Huangquan Heavenly Rage.

Yet the Battle Arts on the tablet couldn't be trained casually; for centuries, the Nine Underworld Dark Python Clan had never mastered Huangquan Heavenly Rage, because the tablet itself was a special Trial.

The first two Battle Arts were relatively easy—requiring only sufficient bloodline power and cultivation realm. But Huangquan Heavenly Rage demanded a Heavenly Realm Soul, and the Soul Force must be exceptionally strong.

Thus, even now, the Nine Underworld Dark Python Clan had never unlocked the final stage of Huangquan Heavenly Rage training. And as Yao Ming said, the Demon Saint's essence blood lay in the final trial—only by passing it could one obtain the training method for Huangquan Heavenly Rage and the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's essence blood.

After Yao Ming left, Xiao Yan and the others stared at the tablet. Xiao Yan smiled: "No wonder this guy handed over the Yellow Spring Stone Tablet so easily—he's already trained Yellow Spring Finger and Huangquan Palm. The third trial is beyond the Nine Underworld Dark Python Clan's capability."

Qing Lin clenched her fists: "Young Master, you'll have no problem!"

Xiao Yan merely smiled, not denying it—ordinary Heavenly Realm Soul Force might fail, but where was Xiao Yan ordinary?

With his Heavenly Rank Mid Grade peak cultivation, the Emperor Soul Scripture, and the Divine-Star Soul Tribe Clan Mark's power, he had surpassed the Huangquan Heavenly Rage training threshold by an incalculable margin.

"Huangquan Heavenly Rage's destructive power may not match your Fire Lotus Dou Technique, but as a unique sonic Battle Art, it should suit you well," said Xiao Yixian beside him.

"Be careful," Cai Lin's beautiful eyes fixed on Xiao Yan, warning him.

"Don't worry."

With his Soul Perception, Xiao Yan could sense the tablet contained an extremely potent Soul Force. To obtain the Huangquan Heavenly Rage cultivation method, he had to directly withstand Huangquan Heavenly Rage.

"The Yellow Spring Demon Saint's mastery in soul cultivation must have reached an extraordinarily terrifying level," Xiao Yan silently judged.

"But this won't stop me—not nearly enough."

Xiao Yan stepped forward to the Yellow Spring Stone Tablet, slowly extending his palm to touch it, then letting a thread of Soul Force seep into the tablet.

As Xiao Yan's Soul Force penetrated the tablet, the floating runes on the giant stone glowed faintly, then an immensely powerful soul pressure surged upward from within!

Instantly, Xiao Yan's Soul Perception was pulled into the tablet's Chuan Cheng Kong Jian. Around him stretched a desolate wasteland; the ancient sky above crackled with thunder like furious dragons roaring, their deafening roars shaking the entire realm violently.

Xiao Yan was unfazed by such Chuan Cheng Kong Jian—he floated midair, gazing at this strange space, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, then looked far ahead toward its horizon.

His Soul Force sensed a powerful force at the path's end.

After walking a short distance, a colossal finger crashed down from the sky. Xiao Yan glanced at it and understood—it was the first trial. He paid it no mind, flicked his finger, and a thread of Strange Fire shot out—BOOM—a terrifying explosion obliterated the Yellow Spring Finger, then a soul information of Yellow Spring Finger's training flooded into Xiao Yan's mind.

After walking further, he encountered the second trial: a massive yellow palm descended from the heavens, crushing down with terrifying storms. Xiao Yan looked up at the yellow palm, flicked his finger again—a thread of Strange Fire transformed into a dragon that collided violently with the heavenly palm.

With his current cultivation realm, the Yellow Spring Finger and Huangquan Palm trials posed no challenge; soon, soul information flooded into his heart.

But these two Battle Arts weren't his goal. He leapt across Space, instantly arriving at the deepest part of the Chuan Cheng Kong Jian—the peak of a mountain, where sat a colossal throne. Upon it, a figure clad in yellow fur robes sat upright, radiating an aura that made heaven and earth tremble.

"Mortal, this place is not for you. Leave."

A faint voice, carrying soul-level pressure, drifted into Xiao Yan's ears; beneath it, his body rippled like disturbed water.

Xiao Yan shrugged, indifferent: "Senior Brother, bring on your Trial. You wouldn't want your legacy to end, would you?"

Seeing Xiao Yan's demeanor, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's remnant soul froze, then burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! In a thousand years, I've never met a brat as interesting as you! Fine—let me see if you're worthy of my legacy!"

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint's expression instantly turned grave. His hands moved like lightning, forming a strange hand seal, which he pressed to his lips. Instantly, an extraordinarily terrifying fluctuation surged forth—within moments, the entire space shattered like a collapsing world, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

"This is Huangquan Heavenly Rage."

Feeling the fluctuation that even made Xiao Yan's heart tremble, his expression turned grim.

This Huangquan Heavenly Rage is not an ordinary Spiritual Soul Dou Technique; it is also a sonic Spiritual Soul Dou Technique.

Spiritual Soul Dou Techniques can pierce the flesh and strike the Spiritual Soul directly, while sonic Dou Techniques ignore Qi defenses and Poison Armor—thus, the true power of Huangquan Heavenly Rage lies in its ability to bypass all defense!

Under the control of the Huangquan Demon Saint's lingering soul, even Xiao Yan felt a sense of danger—this Huangquan Heavenly Rage, capable of ignoring all defense, is no mere legend; it has made countless Dou Sages tremble in fear.

Throughout heaven and earth, chaos stirred; space itself quaked violently. Within this turmoil, strange ripples suddenly emerged around the Huangquan Demon Saint's lingering soul, gradually converging into an invisible figure a thousand zhang tall. If one looked closely, one would see this figure bore the exact same form as the Demon Saint—but facing this figure, Xiao Yan felt as if he stood before the entire world in terror!

"Is this… the true form of the Huangquan Demon Saint?!"

Xiao Yan drew in a sharp breath—he had not expected this lingering soul to manifest the Huangquan Demon Saint's true form through sonic waves.

Xiao Yan swallowed hard—this true form was so vast! Could the Huangquan Demon Saint be of the SnakeTribe?!

The invisible demonic saint form, formed of sonic waves, slowly lowered its head, its cold gaze locking onto Xiao Yan far away. Then its mouth slowly opened, and an ancient syllable emerged—like a thunder dragon piercing through layers of storm clouds—suddenly revealing its fearsome visage!

As the single syllable left its lips, the invisible demonic saint form instantly shattered—but at the same moment, the surrounding space also collapsed. Xiao Yan could clearly see with his own eyes how space cracked inch by inch under the spreading sonic waves; a near-apocalyptic sonic shockwave surged toward him faster than light.

Whoosh—Xiao Yan exhaled slowly. Knowing he could not dodge or defend against Huangquan Heavenly Rage, he understood the best response to such a unique sonic attack was to strike back with overwhelming force!

"Attack is the best defense! Asura Soul-Cutting Technique!"

Xiao Yan possessed a Heavenly Rank Advanced Grade Spiritual Soul Dou Technique!

Roar! Roar! Roar!! With a thunderous boom, Xiao Yan's Soul Force, just like the Huangquan Demon Saint's lingering soul, coalesced into a colossal Three Faces Asura Giant Image!

After absorbing the power of the Bodhi Ancient Tree, the third face was already half solidified; if Xiao Yan could refine the Bodhi Heart, the third face would become fully solid.

With a roar, another equally massive Asura Giant Image erupted from the earth, its three faces opening their eyes, all six arms gripping weapons, striking upward toward the Sky with furious force!

Xiao Yan formed another hand seal; the Clan Mark of the Soul Sovereign appeared, and the entire Three Faces Asura was covered in peculiar dark patterns. Xiao Yan's Soul Force surged violently from the peak of Heaven Realm Mid-Stage, skyrocketing to the level of Heaven Realm Great Perfection!

Attack against attack!

"Cut!"

To the astonished gaze of the Huangquan Demon Saint's lingering soul, the colossal Asura Giant Image radiated strange dark Soul Force and shot upward into the heavens!

It collided head-on with the world-destroying Huangquan Heavenly Rage—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The Asura Giant Image was instantly shattered into jagged fragments, yet it still held firm, blocking the Huangquan Heavenly Rage.

(End of Chapter)