"The Yellow Springs Demon Saint..." Xiao Yan's gaze remained firmly locked on Yao Ming. After a moment, he suddenly smiled and said, "So, is it true that this legendary Yellow Springs Demon Saint has some connection with the Nine-Abysmal Earth-Medina Serpent Clan?" Xiao Yan subtly moved his fingers. The Yellow Springs Immortal Saint, it was said, had already reached a level where half his foot was planted in the realm of the Battle Emperor—his strength had truly attained the stage of achieving the very essence of creation. At such a level, the bloodline within his body began to gradually mutate. As long as he fully completed that final step, his descendants would inherit his bloodline strength and be protected across generations, thus giving rise to a new ancient race. However, the final step—the very step that would have secured this legacy—was never fully achieved even until the Yellow Springs Immortal Saint's ultimate demise. Thus, his descendants did not inherit that particular fortune. Nevertheless, despite the bloodline strength not passing down to his lineage, the Yellow Springs Immortal Saint's pure essence and vital fluids held considerable appeal for Battle Emperors. Should such essence be obtained, it would undoubtedly bring a significant enhancement to one's own strength. "Since such a profound secret is concealed within the Yellow Springs Stone Stele, why has no member of your Jiuyou Di Minglong Serpent Clan ever retrieved it until now?" The allure of Huang Quan's immortal blood had gently warmed the core of Xiao Yan's heart, yet he quickly regained composure and spoke. "Hehe, Xiao Yan, you truly are meticulous. The Yellow Springs Stone Stele is our clan's ancestral treasure. Carved upon it are three combat techniques—the Yellow Springs Finger Technique and the Yellow Springs Palm Technique. The former is a lower-tier heavenly-class technique, while the latter is mid-tier, both possessing formidable power. However, only our clan elders and a few senior elders are capable of mastering them." Huang Ming smiled. "The Yellow Springs Finger Technique and the Yellow Springs Palm Technique—what about the final one?" Xiao Yan nodded slightly, showing no excessive enthusiasm. Though the mid-tier heavenly-class technique was impressive, it wasn't particularly compelling to him either, as he already possessed a substantial number of heavenly-class techniques in his own repertoire. "The Yellow Springs Heaven is enraged..." Yin Ming smiled slightly. "The Yellow Springs Heaven is enraged?" Xiao Yan suddenly looked up. "The Yellow Springs technique severs life and death; when the Yellow Springs Heaven is enraged, it shatters human souls. Wasn't that the famed technique of the Yellow Springs Immortal Saint back then?" Xiao Yan was genuinely stirred. Indeed, the "Yellow Springs Heaven's Rage" was a top-tier, advanced sonic technique—recorded in ancient texts. Even among top-tier cultivators of the time, it was enough to send many to fear. Among the elite warriors who fell at the hands of the Yellow Springs Immortal Saint, at least nine out of ten had their souls shattered by the sheer force of this technique. A top-tier, advanced technique! This level of combat prowess was the first that Xiao Yan had encountered in recent years. Based on his assessment, even the power of his own "Buddha's Wrath Cycle" might fall short of this Huangqu Heavenly Fury. As for the "Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus," of course, if Xiao Yan could successfully absorb and refine the pure lotus demon fire, its power would surely be comparable to, if not surpass, that of the Huangqu Heavenly Fury. While the "Huangqu Heavenly Fury" might not match the "Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus" in sheer destructive force, it stands as a deadly weapon—once unleashed, even peers of equal strength could suffer severe soul damage if they were not careful. After all, the soul is the very essence of a being; once injured, the lingering effects would far outstrip physical wounds. Should Xiao Yan master the "Huangqu Heavenly Fury," even a three-star Supreme Saint-level opponent would face significant disadvantages if unprepared. "Hehe, that's precisely the renowned technique of Huang Quan's Immortal Saint—'Huang Quan Heaven's Fury.' I'm quite satisfied with Xiao Yan's surprise," said Yao Ming, smiling. "According to you, then, both the Young Saint and the Senior Elder must have cultivated 'Huang Quan Heaven's Fury'? If they had demonstrated it earlier, I would have been completely unable to stop them." Xiao Yan said. If both the Young Saint and the Senior Elder had truly mastered 'Huang Quan Heaven's Fury,' the situation back then would have been entirely different—such a high-tier, advanced combat technique was already quite rare even in ancient times, let alone now. "It's not that easy. Over these many years, not a single member of our clan has managed to cultivate 'Huang Quan Heaven's Fury,' because the technique is deeply enshrined within the stone stele, and we simply haven't been able to obtain its cultivation method. Moreover, we've never dared to forcibly break it open, fearing damage to the immortal saint's essence blood preserved within." Yao Ming smiled and explained. "Then, what do you mean, Brother Yao Ming? Even the successive great warriors of the Nine You Earth-Mort Xiao Yan shook his head, said, "Ha ha, others might struggle, but Xiao Yan—well, I doubt there's any issue with him." Yao Ming laughed. "Oh?" Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow, then crossed his fingers, smiled, and said, "The Strange Fire?" On him, the only thing truly distinct seemed to be the Strange Fire. "Though powerful, the Strange Fire bears little connection to this Yellow Springs Stone Stele. What we truly need is an exceptionally strong spiritual force. The Stele is guarded by a remnant soul of a Yellow Springs Immortal Beast, and the cultivation method of Huang Quan Tian Nu is hidden within that very remnant soul." "Yao Ming smiled, saying, 'Our wyverns do not place great emphasis on spiritual power. Even with my own strength, the spiritual power I possess is no more than that of a seventh-rank alchemist. This alone would certainly not be sufficient to tame the lingering spiritual essence...' 'Over the years of our probing, we've discovered that only spiritual beings of the Heavens Realm have a chance of successfully penetrating the stone tablet. Such beings are typically found among the great masters of alchemy among humans. Previously, we discussed the possibility of inviting one such master, but due to concerns that the revelation of the Yellow Springs Stone Tablet might attract unwelcome complications, we ultimately put it off. After all, within the tablet lies the refined essence of the Yellow Springs Wyvern Saint—should this secret become known, even the strongest combat saints would surely take notice. Indeed, even among our own people, the existence of the tablet is well-known, though few are aware of the profound secrets it conceals.' Xiao Yan smiled slightly, gazing at Yao Ming and said, "You truly believe in me? You've shared such an important secret with me?" "Xiao Yan, you don't need to guess at everything. I've told you this secret for two reasons. First, I wish to repay you—Yao Ming is not someone who forgets kindness. Second, I hope to leverage your abilities to awaken the stone tablet, thereby enhancing my own strength and ultimately gaining full control over the Nine-Deep Abyss's Yin-Long Serpent Clan." Clearly understanding Xiao Yan's thoughts, Yao Ming spoke with serious demeanor. Xiao Yan's gaze remained fixed on Yao Ming, who in turn held steady, making no attempt to look away. After a prolonged exchange of mutual gaze, Xiao Yan finally slowly shifted his eyes, pausing to think, and said, "Then, I shall attempt it—see if I can deal with the remnant spirit of the Divine Beast sealed within the tablet..." "Ah, well then, Yao Ming will sincerely thank Xiao Yan for his assistance." Hearing this, Yao Ming was delighted and smiled warmly. "However, this doesn't require immediate attention. Today, my brother Xiao Yan has also fought fiercely. Once you all have rested overnight, I'll take the opportunity to settle some matters within our clan. Tomorrow morning, I'll lead you to the Yellow Springs Stone Stele!" "Agreed." ... The Nine-Yuan Earth-冥-Beast Clan had faced significant upheaval, with numerous bloodshed incidents occurring within a single night. Yet, Xiao Yan and the others paid little attention to these developments—after all, it was primarily their own affairs, and they were not expected to intervene. As the night's chaos gradually subsided by dawn, the morning light pouring across the sky, the Yamei appeared early before the room where Xiao Yan and his companions were staying, summoned them, and immediately set off toward the rear mountain range. Throughout the journey, Xiao Yan and his companions made no stops. Within just a few minutes, they followed Yamei and arrived at an ancient altar. The altar is remarkably grand, entirely constructed from massive bluish stones. From its summit, one can overlook several surrounding mountain peaks. Xiao Yan and his companions descended gently to the altar's top. At its central location stood a vast, pale-yellow stone stele, about a hundred paces in height, standing alone and serene, radiating an ancient aura as if it had existed since time immemorial. "This must be the legendary Yellow Springs Stele," Xiao Yan said, gazing upward at the towering stele. Carved upon its surface were numerous strange characters, subtly glowing with an ethereal light. Etched into the stele were a colossal finger and a deep palm impression, measuring nearly half a zhang in depth. From these, various unique insights radiated outward—clearly, these were the methods of cultivation known as the Yellow Springs Finger and the Yellow Springs Palm. Yaomin first paid a solemn tribute before the stele, then slowly retreated, his gaze turning to Xiao Yan, saying, "This is the Yellow Springs Stele of the Nine-Youth Earth-Underground Python Clan. The 'Yellow Springs Heavenly Fury' and the Spirit of the Demon Sovereign are concealed within it. Whether or not Xiao Yan can obtain these, however, will depend entirely on him." Xiao Yan nodded silently, his gaze steady and intense upon the stele, where he sensed an overwhelmingly powerful spiritual pressure.