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"So this is the legendary Yellow Springs Monunt?"
In the rear mountains of the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan, at an ancient altar, Mo Yu murmured as he observed the scene before him.
The altar was grand, constructed entirely from massive azure stones. Standing atop it provided a commanding view of the surrounding peaks.
Mo Yu and his group slowly descended to the top of the altar. At its center stood a faint yellow monunt, towering over a hundred zhang tall, solitary and imposing. An ancient aura radiated from it, as if it had existed since ti immorial.
After eliminating Yao Tianxiao and driving off the First Elder, Yao Ming had regained control of the clan. Following a night’s rest, Mo Yu and his group were led by Yao Ming to this place where the inheritance of the Yellow Springs Demonic Saint resided.
Though the Yellow Springs Demonic Saint was not a mber of the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan, he shared deep ties with them. Thus, the monunt recording all his life’s teachings had ended up in their possession.
According to Yao Ming, remnants of the Demonic Saint’s blood essence were sealed deep within the monunt.
Mo Yu raised his head, gazing at the massive monunt. Strange runes were inscribed on its surface, faintly flickering with peculiar light.
Carved into the monunt were an enormous finger and a palm print, each half a zhang deep. Mysterious energy radiated from them, hinting that they contained the cultivation thods for the Yellow Springs Finger and Yellow Springs Palm—two of the Demonic Saint’s ultimate techniques.
Yao Ming solemnly bowed before the monunt, then stepped back respectfully, turning his gaze to Mo Yu. "This is the Yellow Springs Monunt of our Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan.
The Tian Class Dou Technique ’Yellow Springs Divine Anger’ and the Demonic Saint’s blood essence are hidden within. Whether you can obtain them depends on you, Lord Mo."
Mo Yu nodded silently, his gaze heavy as he stared at the monunt. He could feel an overwhelming soul pressure emanating from it.
"Even just a remnant soul exerts such terrifying pressure... The Yellow Springs Demonic Saint at his peak must have been close to reaching the Dou Sheng realm."
Murmuring softly, Mo Yu’s figure flickered as he appeared before a stone pedestal in front of the monunt. He sat cross-legged, and the soul within his brow stirred restlessly.
"Do not let anyone disturb during this ti."
With a gentle command, Mo Yu’s body trembled slightly. A sowhat ethereal figure, shrouded in a mysterious black lotus, erged from his brow and hovered before the monunt.
His soul form floated silently, gazing at the monunt. After a long pause under the watchful eyes of Cai Lin and the others, he stepped forward, his phantom-like body rging directly into the monunt.
Hiss!
The mont they touched, ripples spread across the ancient monunt’s surface, as if it were liquid. Mo Yu’s soul was eerily swallowed, vanishing before the monunt.
Rumble!
High above, the sky thick with ancient energy roared with thunder like enraged dragons, shaking the heavens and the earth violently.
"So this is the hidden space within the monunt?"
Suspended in mid-air, Mo Yu surveyed the strange realm with a hint of surprise in his eyes, then looked toward the distant horizon.
"To create a space within a monunt... The Yellow Springs Demonic Saint’s reputation is well-deserved."
Boom!
As Mo Yu examined his surroundings, deep yellow clouds suddenly gathered overhead. A fierce gale tore through the skies, crashing down toward him like an unstoppable force.
"The Yellow Springs Finger..."
Mo Yu’s steps faltered slightly. Raising his head to face the massive finger descending from the clouds, his eyes flickered with interest.
With a casual wave of his sleeve, a vast surge of soul power erupted, colliding violently with the Yellow Springs Finger.
Bang!
Upon impact, the space quivered slightly, but no explosive energy erupted. Instead, both forces shattered simultaneously, vanishing into nothingness.
Boom!
Just as the Yellow Springs Finger crumbled, the ground beneath Mo Yu exploded. A gigantic yellow palm shot out like lightning, instantly appearing beneath him. Its fingers clenched tightly, gripping his soul form with crushing force.
"Shatter."
A calm voice echoed from within the massive hand. Instantly, a powerful soul storm erupted from Mo Yu’s form, violently tearing the palm apart.
"Yellow Springs Demonic Saint, show yourself. These tricks aren’t enough to defeat ."
As the giant hand disintegrated, Mo Yu reappeared, his voice carrying like thunder across the realm as he gazed into the distance.
Rumble!
Suddenly, a mountain burst forth from the ground, rising majestically. At its peak sat a colossal throne, upon which a figure clad in yellow robes sat upright. An aura so oppressive it made the heavens tremble slowly spread outward.
"Hand over the cultivation thod for Yellow Springs Divine Anger and the Demonic Saint’s blood essence," Mo Yu demanded, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Oh? Quite arrogant. If you want Yellow Springs Divine Anger and the blood essence, defeat first!"
The Yellow Springs Demonic Saint stood abruptly, and with that motion alone, the mountain and the surrounding space cracked and splintered.
"Your soul power is impressive—reaching the peak of the Heavenly Realm. The strongest I’ve encountered in years.
However, my soul surpasses the peak of the Heavenly Realm... I’ve reached the Di Realm! How dare you challenge ?"
"Di Realm?"
Hearing those words, Mo Yu’s expression tightened slightly. The Demonic Saint’s reputation was indeed not exaggerated.
Mo Yu had relied on the Black Lotus Soul Thunder to painstakingly cultivate his soul power to the peak of the Heavenly Realm, yet this remnant soul of the Demonic Saint had surpassed even that, reaching the Di Realm.
"If you were truly the Yellow Springs Demonic Saint, I might hesitate. But now, you’re nothing more than a fragnt of his soul."
Mo Yu chuckled softly.
"Insolence!"
The Demonic Saint roared, slamming his palms to the ground.
The entire realm quaked violently. The earth erupted as countless giant hands shot forth like a torrential storm, smashing down toward Mo Yu.
"Out!"
Facing the overwhelming assault, Mo Yu’s soul form rippled intensely. Not daring to be careless, he opened his mouth, unleashing a surge of soul power infused with strange black lightning.
The black lightning morphed into the shape of a black lotus, crashing downward with unstoppable force. Upon contact, it instantly shattered the countless giant hands and even suppressed the trembling earth itself.
"Your soul... contains the power of thunder?!"
The Demonic Saint’s expression changed slightly at the clash. He swiftly ford a series of intricate hand seals, pressing them to his lips.
As soon as the words fell, an exceptionally terrifying fluctuation rippled outward. Under this fluctuation, the entire space crumbled in an instant, as if the end of the world had arrived.
"Yellow Springs Divine Anger!"
Heaven and earth trembled, and even space itself violently undulated. Amidst these waves, the wisp of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint’s remnant soul suddenly emitted strange ripples. These ripples subtly intertwined, forming an enormous, invisible figure spanning over a thousand feet.
"This is the true form of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint," Mo Yu muttered solemnly as he gazed at the colossal being before him.
The invisible manifestation of the Demon Saint’s true form slowly lowered its head, its indifferent gaze locking onto Mo Yu in the distance. Then, its mouth gently opened, releasing an ancient syllable, like a thunder dragon bursting through layers of storm clouds, revealing its majestic form.
"Moo!"
With that single sound, the invisible true form collapsed instantly. Yet, along with it, the very fabric of space shattered. The spreading soundwave fractured space inch by inch, and a near-apocalyptic sonic shockwave surged forth, faster than light itself.
The Yellow Springs Demon Saint raised his head, gazing at the dark, void-like space, and spoke slowly:
"To perish under the Yellow Springs Divine Anger is a blessing in itself."
"Oh? The Yellow Springs Divine Anger is indeed impressive, but it falls just short."
Before the Demon Saint’s words had fully faded, a mass of black lightning suddenly appeared within the void. It rapidly expanded, transforming into a black lotus.
At the lotus’s center, a shadowy figure erged—Mo Yu—having survived the fierce assault of the Yellow Springs Divine Anger.
Encased in the black lotus, Mo Yu stepped through the void, approaching the mountain peak. Staring at the Yellow Springs Demon Saint’s remnant soul seated upon the throne, he offered a faint smile.
"Such peculiar lightning possesses such strange abilities," the Demon Saint’s remnant soul remarked with mild surprise, his gaze fixed on the black lotus surrounding Mo Yu.
"Over the years, you’re the first to withstand the Yellow Springs Divine Anger," he continued, his tone a mix of delight and lancholy. "This day was destined to co."
With that, the Yellow Springs Demon Saint exhaled a soundwave imbued with mysterious fluctuations, which floated gently toward Mo Yu.
Mo Yu cautiously caught it. As it entered his grasp, it transford into streams of information that surged into his mind.
In an instant, countless complete cultivation thods appeared in his consciousness, their ancient scripts piquing Mo Yu’s deep interest.
"Thank you, Senior Huang Quan." Although Mo Yu might not personally need this inheritance, it would still be an invaluable asset for the Yuan Manor. He cupped his hands respectfully toward the Yellow Springs Demon Saint.
"My mission has always been to await soone capable of defeating and passing on my knowledge. Your soul power has already t the conditions required to cultivate the Yellow Springs Divine Anger."
The Demon Saint smiled faintly, opening his palm. As he did, faint golden streams of energy began to seep from his illusory body, converging into his hand until they ford a golden liquid.
Even Mo Yu’s heart stirred upon seeing the golden liquid.
"This is the Yellow Springs Demon Saint’s blood essence..." Mo Yu’s gaze remained fixed on it, sensing the strange and potent energy contained within.
The golden blood slowly descended into Mo Yu’s palm, its vast and powerful energy causing the very blood in his veins to burn with heat.
"Thank you, Senior Huang Quan!"
Carefully storing the Demon Saint’s blood essence, Mo Yu looked up to see the mountain peak beginning to collapse. Cracks spread across the throne, and the Yellow Springs Demon Saint seated upon it grew increasingly transparent.
"Heh, since I’ve helped you this far, your Black Lotus Thunder seems to have so peculiar effects. In that case, allow to lend you one final aid."
As his words fell, the Demon Saint’s remnant soul completely dissipated, condensing into a yellow halo that gently floated down. Radiant light continuously emanated from it, like a warm, brilliant sun.
Mo Yu stared at the halo suspended before him, feeling the vast, boundless soul power within—profound as the deep sea.
Before such overwhelming soul power, even his peak Heavenly Realm soul seed insignificant. After all, the Yellow Springs Demon Saint was a Di-level powerhouse, and his soul power could only be described as terrifying.
"Thank you, Senior!"
Taking a deep breath, Mo Yu bowed three tis in the sky toward where the Demon Saint had vanished. Then, without another word, he stepped directly into the radiant halo. Instantly, brilliant light enveloped his entire body.
Mo Yu sat cross-legged in midair, his soul power surging forth from between his brows. With a low shout, it transford into a colossal, ethereal figure spanning hundreds of feet, mirroring his seated posture.
The Black Lotus Soul Thunder began to emanate from within this giant soul projection, gradually dyeing it into a figure composed entirely of black lightning. The terrifying arcs of lightning filled the surrounding space.
Within the yellow halo, massive soul pillars surged forth like giant serpents, continuously pouring into the ethereal figure. Under the refinent of the Black Lotus Soul Thunder, they cascaded onto the towering soul form seated amidst the heavens and earth.
As the soul power was endlessly absorbed, streaks of electric light began to flow across the massive projection. From afar, it resembled a Thunder God towering over the world, exuding boundless pressure.
With Mo Yu’s near-devouring absorption and refinent, the soul pressure radiating from him grew increasingly terrifying. The surging soul power steadily approached a legendary realm.
At the sa ti, the Black Lotus Soul Thunder was rapidly evolving, just one step away from its ultimate form.
Until finally—
A terrifying wave suddenly swept through the space, and faintly, an aura akin to a sovereign descending upon the world began to rise from the massive soul form.
That aura—
Half-Step Di Realm!
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