Amidst the vast expanse, the world is agitated, space itself trembling violently. Within this turbulent surge, an unusual ripple suddenly emerges around the fragment of Huangqu Immortal's soul. These ripples gradually converge to form an immense, intangible figure stretching a thousand zhang in height. Upon closer inspection, one can see that this figure bears an exact resemblance to the soul's form. Yet, facing this figure, Xiao Yan feels as though he is confronting the entire world—overwhelming, terrifying. He clearly senses what it means to be utterly vulnerable. "This is the true form of Huangqu Immortal," Xiao Yan gasps, astonished that the mere fragment of soul could generate the full-bodied essence of the Immortal through the power of sound waves. The ethereal, formless true form of the immortal demonic saint slowly lowered its gaze, fixing an impassive stare upon Xiao Yan far in the distance. Then, its mouth began to open, and a resonant, ancient syllable emerged—like a thunder dragon breaking through layers of stormy clouds—suddenly revealing its majestic and imposing presence! "Moo!" As the single syllable escaped, the formless true form of the saint instantly collapsed. At the same time, the very space around them shattered. Xiao Yan could clearly see the space fracturing, layer by layer, as the sound waves expanded, surging forth with a force that approached annihilation—moving faster than light itself. This was the first time Xiao Yan had witnessed an attack of such velocity. Under this terrifying speed, he barely had time to form any semblance of defense! Thud. Thud. Thud. The devastating sonic wave had already struck the colossal soul giant formed by Xiao Yan the very instant the ancient syllable was uttered by the Yellow Springs Immortal Saint. As a result, the giant's body instantly began to collapse, with countless deep, resonant explosions rippling across its surface. The vast form, stretching hundreds of zhang in height, visibly shrank and grew increasingly ethereal in mere moments. Huangqu Immortal Saint raised his head, gazing into the dark, formless space, and slowly said, "To be extinguished beneath the fury of Huangqu Heaven's wrath is indeed a blessing for you." "No wonder it's your signature technique—the mere residual soul, when summoned, already exerts such power. It's hard to imagine what an even greater devastation must have been when the original Huangqu Immortal Saint himself wielded it." As Huangqu Immortal Saint's words fell, a flash of light suddenly emerged within the void, swelling rapidly and then transforming into a translucent human figure—none other than Xiao Yan, previously obliterated by Huangqu Heaven's Wrath. Flames swirled around Xiao Yan's body as he stepped through the void, advancing steadily toward the peak, and gazing at the Huangqu Immortal Saint's residual soul seated upon the throne, a faint smile playing on his lips. "The Strange Fire... that's why you've managed to survive." Gazing at the flames surrounding Xiao Yan, the residual spirit of the Yellow Springs Immortal Saint was also somewhat astonished, saying, "Even with the extraordinary fire protecting you, I'd imagine your soul has sustained considerable injuries, wouldn't you agree?" "Indeed, it will take about ten to twelve days of recovery before I can fully heal." Xiao Yan smiled gently, not trying to hide his weariness. Deep within his heart, the power of the Yellow Springs' celestial fury had already left a profound impression. Had it not been for the extraordinary fire shielding him today, he would have suffered a true, severe blow. What struck him most, however, was the sheer speed of that celestial fury—any defense would have been utterly ineffective at that pace. He had never encountered anyone before who had successfully withstood the Yellow Springs' celestial fury. The fragment of the Yellow Springs Immortal Saint's soul, gazing at Xiao Yan, finally broke into a rare smile after a while, leaning slowly against the throne. With a somewhat wistful tone, he said, "Today, it has finally come." "Master, all I have sought are the cultivation methods from the Yellow Springs' fury and the refined essence of the Immortal Saint—nothing more than that." Xiao Yan smiled calmly. "You have endured the fury of the Yellow Springs; what you need will naturally come to you." The Yellow Springs Immortal Saint remained silent, then curled his fingers and sent a ripple of spiritual energy shooting forth, which finally hovered before Xiao Yan. Feeling the surge of spiritual energy, Xiao Yan hesitated slightly before cautiously catching it in his hands. As the energy touched his palms, it swiftly transformed into streams of information, flooding into his mind. Instantly, complete cultivation techniques appeared in his consciousness, displayed in ancient, timeless characters, bringing a sense of delight to his heart. He gently closed his eyes, absorbing the information. After a moment, he opened them again, his expression of joy expanding further. Within that information, he not only found the cultivation method for the Heavenly Fury of the Yellow Springs, but also the methods for cultivating the Yellow Springs Finger and the Yellow Springs Palm. "Thank you, Elder Yellow Springs," said Xiao Yan, suppressing his joy and bowing respectfully to the Yellow Springs Immortal. "My mission is simply to wait for someone to defeat me and carry forward my teachings. Your soul power has now reached the level required to cultivate the Heavenly Fury of the Yellow Springs..." The Yellow Springs Immortal smiled slightly, spreading out her hands. As her hands opened, delicate streams of pale golden light suddenly emerged from her ethereal form, flowing swiftly toward her palm. Within a blink, they coalesced into a pool of golden liquid. As soon as this golden liquid appeared, Xiao Yan felt his inner blood power deep within his heart surge and pulse strongly. "This is indeed the essence of the Yellow Springs Immortal Saint..." Xiao Yan stared intently at the golden liquid, feeling the strange energy within it. "It makes sense now that this fragmented soul can summon the true form of the Yellow Springs Immortal Saint—the essence has been residing within him all along." Xiao Yan glanced at the lingering soul thread of the Yellow Springs Immortal Saint, his expression thoughtful. "Ah, for over a thousand years of cultivation, my soul has even reached the legendary Imperial Realm—yet that final step remains unattained..." The Yellow Springs Immortal Saint gently stroked the golden liquid with his palm, his voice filled with profound melancholy and unyielding determination. "Master, your achievements are nothing short of cosmic. Had it not been for this sudden upheaval, you would surely have reached the realm of the Heavenly Emperor." Xiao Yan said, now quite willing to offer some sincere flattery. "Hah, the Heavenly Emperor? That's no easy feat. I suspect there may never be another in this realm..." The Yellow Springs Immortal Saint shook his head, then suddenly added. "Why?" "Heard this, Xiao Yan was startled and quickly asked: Since ancient times, the number of Supreme Battle Emperors has grown increasingly rare. Now, at this level, they exist almost only in legend. Aside from the final, Tu She Emperor, no other Supreme Battle Emperor has emerged on the continent—this has always been a mystery to many. Upon hearing Xiao Yan's question, Huang Quan, the Holy Saint of the Spirit Beast, slightly furrowed his brow, as if recalling something. After a long pause, he finally lifted his gaze toward the boundless void, his voice deep and resonant: 'The current heavens and earth seem to be missing something...' 'Missing something?' Xiao Yan's face trembled slightly, yet he could not quite grasp what Huang Quan meant. Though the words were simple, they sounded like a series of enigmas, elusive and hard to understand." "I myself also do not fully understand. Now, I am but a fragment of my former soul, having lost so many memories. Moreover, the span of my existence has been too long, too long..." The Yellow Springs Immortal slowly shook his head, his voice carrying a deep, ancient resonance. Gazing at the golden liquid in his palm, he finally sighed, then raised his hand, and the golden liquid drifted gently toward Xiao Yan. "To have come here is fate. To endure the fury of the Yellow Springs Heavens is ability. The Yellow Springs' supreme technique is never bestowed upon the ordinary. You, are no ordinary one." "The mission is complete. I hope my finest technique will not fade with my passing, losing the brilliance and renown it has long earned." "Senior, farewell!" Xiao Yan bowed solemnly to the Yellow Springs Immortal Saint. The appearance suggested that this lingering spirit had sustained itself for so many years through the Saint's vital essence. Now that the essence had departed, the spirit, finally drained, dissolved into the heavens and earth. "Hmm..." The Yellow Springs Immortal Saint smiled gently and nodded. At that very moment, his body completely vanished. As he disappeared, the mountain peak and the throne collapsed in a thunderous roar, ultimately dissolving into nothingness.