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The stone tablet was covered in countless strange runes, faint glimmers of mysterious light flickering across its surface. Carved upon it was also a massive finger and a palm imprint half a zhang deep. From it spread waves of peculiar information.
It seemed this must be the cultivation method for the so-called Yellow Spring Finger and Yellow Spring Palm. A Low-Level Heaven Grade Dou Technique and a Mid-Level Heaven Grade Dou Technique were openly displayed here in the open air.
Yao Ming first bowed solemnly before the tablet, then slowly retreated.
His gaze fell on Wei Yang and the others as he introduced, "This is the ancestral treasure of my Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan: the Yellow Spring Stone Tablet. Yellow Spring Divine Anger and the Demon Saint’s blood essence are sealed within it."
Wei Yang and the others nodded slowly, their eyes heavy as they stared at the tablet. From it, they could feel an extremely terrifying soul pressure.
"Just one wisp of remnant soul carries such overwhelming pressure. Truly worthy of a Half-Step Dou Di expert," Xiao Yan said quietly.
"When I was still a Ban Sheng, I once attempted to obtain the Yellow Spring Divine Anger cultivation technique and the Demon Saint’s blood essence within the tablet."
"But the moment my soul power entered it, I was shaken so hard that I vomited blood and collapsed. It took me half a year to recover."
Yao Ming looked at the tablet with deep fear in his eyes and sighed: "Even though my strength is many times greater than it was back then, I still feel that if I try again, my end wouldn’t be any better."
"There is indeed an extremely powerful soul power inside the tablet. And within that soul power, there is also a strange kind of pressure. The Demon Saint Huang Quan’s soul realm probably reached the Emperor Realm," Wei Yang said with a small nod.
"Emperor Realm soul!" Xiao Yan and the others sucked in a sharp breath.
"As expected, that’s what I guessed too," Yao Ming said with a bitter smile.
"If it’s an Emperor Realm soul, then even if it’s only a wisp of remnant soul, it won’t be easy to handle," Xiao Yan said nervously, recalling the remnant soul of his ancestor Xiao Xuan in the Heavenly Tomb.
If this remnant soul was also Emperor Realm, then even if it had only half of Xiao Xuan’s strength, fighting it would be hopeless. After all, a mere projection from afar and a casual palm from Xiao Xuan had once slapped a One-Star Dou Sheng from the Hun Clan into dust.
It was like the difference between two dimensions entirely. Of course, the Heavenly Tomb was different from the outside world. The remnant souls living there existed in a strange state of neither life nor death.
"Let’s give it a try," Wei Yang said softly as he stared at the tablet.
Although the gap between them and the Demon Saint Huang Quan was like heaven and earth, the tablet held only one remnant soul. They would only know the outcome once they fought.
"Yeah." Xiao Yan took a deep breath and nodded.
Since they were already here, they had to try.
"If anything feels wrong, withdraw immediately," Qing Lin and Medusa reminded their men softly.
"No worries," the two men smiled.
The next moment, their figures flickered and appeared atop the two stone platforms in front of the tablet, sitting cross-legged. They exchanged a glance, and the souls at their brows stirred restlessly.
"Since we’re meeting a senior, we should at least show some respect," Wei Yang said with a smile.
"Exactly." Xiao Yan also nodded with a smile.
"For the time being, don’t let anyone disturb us," Wei Yang said quietly to Qing Lin and the others.
Then the two closed their eyes. Their bodies trembled slightly, and two faintly illusory figures stepped out from between their brows, hovering before the tablet. Seeing them enter in full soul form right from the start, Qing Lin and the others grew serious.
That meant they were going in for real, not even bothering with preliminary probing. Hovering before the tablet, Wei Yang’s soul form was faintly shrouded by the outline of a blurry black sun.
Zzzla—
If one looked closely, countless tiny arcs of lightning danced on the surface of that blurry black sun. As for Xiao Yan, his soul form was wrapped in a transparent, illusionary six-colored lotus. The lotus had six petals, each one formed from a different Heavenly Flame.
"Let’s go. I’ll go first," Wei Yang whispered.
He took a step forward, and his illusory form slammed directly into the tablet. Right behind him, Xiao Yan followed with a solemn expression.
Hum!
The moment their souls touched the tablet, the ancient surface rippled like a curtain of water, sending out concentric waves. Their souls were pulled in as if swallowed, disappearing strangely before the tablet.
This was a peculiar space.
Rumble—
In the ancient, oppressive sky above, lightning roared like enraged dragons. The deafening sounds shook this world violently, making the entire domain tremble. Two slightly illusory soul forms hovered in midair, scanning their surroundings.
"So this is the hidden space inside the tablet," Xiao Yan murmured, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes as he looked around.
Wei Yang narrowed his eyes, gazing into the distant depths of this realm.
A moment later, he let out a soft sigh: "To carve out such a vast and stable space inside a single stone tablet... Demon Saint Huang Quan truly lives up to his reputation."
This was the true mastery of treating space as a toy.
Wei Yang and Xiao Yan— even if they teamed up with Yao Lao— could not achieve anything close to this level. The two stepped forward, walking deeper into the void.
As their footsteps echoed, the lightning in the sky reacted as though provoked, suddenly surging down toward them in a world-flooding cascade. It was as if the heavens collapsed, pouring down a colossal thunder waterfall.
Yet neither of them showed the slightest change in expression, nor did they halt their steps. They were too used to being struck by Pill Lightning. This level of thunder? Just child’s play.
Any lightning that entered within ten meters of them was either devoured by Wei Yang’s black sun or silently crushed by the invisible force radiating from Xiao Yan’s six-colored lotus. It was as if an absolute domain shielded them perfectly.
As they ventured deeper, the lightning seemed to realize it could not harm them and gradually dissipated. When the very last streak of lightning faded—
Boom!
Above their heads, dark yellow clouds appeared out of nowhere. In the next instant, a violent force ripped apart the heavens, crashing down toward them.
"Yellow Spring Finger!"
The two paused slightly. Raising their heads, they looked at the gigantic finger that tore through the sky and pressed down from the clouds.
"So it finally begins?" Their expressions rippled faintly.
Everything before—the thunderstorms, the pressure—had only been preliminary tests, a screening process. Now, the main act arrived.
The remnant soul of the Demon Saint Huang Quan struck at last.
"I’ll handle this move," Xiao Yan said as he stepped forward, waving his sleeve.
With the sweep of his sleeve, a vast soul power surged out, transforming into a massive finger that collided heavily with the Yellow Spring Finger.
Boom!
Upon impact, space rippled like water, yet no explosion occurred. Both fingers shattered the instant they touched, dissolving into nothing.
Boom!
Just as the Yellow Spring Finger collapsed, the ground beneath the two suddenly burst apart.A gigantic yellow palm shot out like lightning. In one flash, it appeared right under their feet, the massive hand grasping tightly, intending to crush them both.
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