On the altar, Cailei and the others watched Xiāo Yīn sitting motionless on the stone pedestal for nearly half a day, their brows subtly furrowed. Though the stone stele appeared ordinary, the power it contained was something even the strong like Yao Ming could not overlook. Though they had always been confident in Xiāo Yīn, they could not help but feel a growing sense of concern now. "Has your clan's elder always required such a long time to enter the stele?" Cailei asked after waiting a little longer. Yao Ming hesitated, then shook her head, saying, "In the past, our elders typically didn't last more than half an hour inside. But Xiāo Yīn's spiritual strength is exceptionally powerful—there should be no unexpected issues." Cailei's furrowed brows deepened slightly, yet she managed to suppress her worries and remained calm, patiently waiting for Xiāo Yīn to emerge. And yet, in the blink of an eye, another half-hour passed—just when Cailei and the others began to grow weary of waiting, the stone stele suddenly burst forth with a powerful glow. Under this radiant light, a spectral figure swiftly emerged and, in the midst of Cailei and the others' astonishment, swiftly entered the body of the figure seated upon the stone pedestal. "Heard this, Yan Ming's face also slightly tightened, and he exclaimed in surprise. "We've barely managed to win—however, the fragmented spirit within the stone tablet has already dispersed..." Xiao Yan didn't conceal anything, speaking softly. "Boom!" Just as Xiao Yan finished speaking, a deep resonant sound suddenly erupted from the stone tablet before him. Instantly, everyone noticed that, above the original finger and palm impressions, a mouth-shaped outline slowly emerged, radiating an unusual ripple of energy from within. "The Heavenly Fury of the Yellow Springs!" Gazing at the mouth-shaped form, Yan Ming was first stunned, then quickly beamed with joy. He immediately settled into a meditative posture, his spiritual energy rapidly spreading outward. However, before he could fully absorb the information emanating from the mouth, a powerful surge of spiritual impact struck his soul with tremendous force. "Pfft!" "This fierce impact directly caused妖暝 to spew out a stream of blood, his body thrown backward and eventually crashing down from the tall staircase with great disarray. After a moment, he managed to glide up, landing with a worn expression amidst the bewildered gazes of Xiao Yan and the others. "What a powerful soul shock! It seems I still haven't reached the qualifications for cultivating the Yellow Springs Heaven's Fury..." With a wry smile at the others' puzzled expressions,妖暝 wiped the blood from his lips and sighed with regret. "This Yellow Springs stele is indeed unusual—the residual soul of the former immortal beast sage has already faded, yet it still exerts such remarkable power. The prowess of that ancient beast sage truly was unparalleled..." Xiao Yan retrieved a soul-restoring pill from his storage scroll, placed it in his mouth, and spoke. "But you don't need to rush. Huangqu Tiannu's cultivation method has already been inscribed upon the stone tablet. Once you meet the required conditions, you'll be able to practice it..." "I'm now at the late stage of Two-Star Dousheng. Even with this level of strength, I can't cultivate—how long will it take until I reach that point? It seems my fate with Huangqu Tiannu simply isn't strong enough." Aoying sighed, growing somewhat resigned. Yet immediately, he turned his earnest gaze toward Xiao Yan, rubbing his hands and offering a dry smile. "Xiao Yan, since you've successfully defeated the residual soul within the tablet, I assume you've also obtained the essence of the Yasheng, right?" "Rest assured. The tablet belongs to your Nine-Young Di-Ming Python Clan. I won't claim it all for myself." Xiao Yan replied calmly. "Xiao Yan, what could I say? This is something you've fought so hard to earn. Even if I can only have a modest share, I'll be truly satisfied," Aoying admitted, slightly embarrassed. Xiao Yan smiled and clenched his palm, causing the golden blood to appear within it. The vast energy radiating from the blood stirred the very essence of the realm, causing it to boil slightly. "Master of the Yao Ming Clan, as the saying goes, 'everyone who sees gets a share.' Caoling and the other two are also here—let me divide the share among them. Shouldn't you have any objections?" Xiao Yan held the golden blood in his hand, smiling. Now, all three women had reached the level of Nine-Star Battle Sovereign. Though gifted, breaking through to the half-Saint level remained no easy feat. If they could obtain the essence of the Yellow Springs Immortal Dragon, a being whose presence already signaled a step toward the Battle Emperor rank, they would save countless years of cultivation. Such an opportunity had never been available to Xiao Yan before—even the old Doctor Yao, renowned for his mastery, had never managed to secure such a rare treasure. "Of course," the master replied, "let Xiao Yan decide." The yao Ming, on the other hand, proved to be remarkably generous. He understood that without Xiao Yan, he would have barely received even this modest share. Xiao Yan smiled gently, lightly tapping his fingers, and the golden blood in his palm instantly split into four golden streaks, each of which swiftly reached Yao Ming, Cai Lin, and the others. They grasped them tightly, visibly nervous—such a gift, if it were to spread, would surely draw the attention of even the most powerful Du Saint-level warriors. After distributing the four streaks, the golden blood remaining in Xiao Yan’s palm had shrunk to only a drop the size of his thumb, yet the energy it still contained remained profoundly potent. As he gazed at this single drop, Xiao Yan smiled. Beyond this one, he still retained a drop of yao Saint’s essence blood in his storage amulet—prepared especially for Yao Lao. Now, Yao Lao had ascended to the rank of senior half-Saint, and with sufficient energy, he would surely be able to reach the level of a first-star Du Saint. This drop of yao Saint’s essence blood would undoubtedly serve as the perfect catalyst. This harvest far exceeded his expectations. "Ha ha! With this drop of the Divine Demon's essence, I now have a solid chance of reaching the Three-Star Supreme Saint rank within three years!" Demon Ming joyfully stored the essence and said with a contented smile. This was indeed expected—I had known this would eventually happen all along...” Though slightly surprised by what Xiao Yin had said, the Yamei did not appear deeply astonished. “If the Sanlong Island offered sufficient compensation, given Yao Tianxiao’s nature, they would certainly have secured the support of the Jiuyou Di Minglong Clan. However, since the current clan leader has changed, things naturally have shifted. Xiao Yin, you may rest assured—my word is that the Jiuyou Di Minglong Clan will not support Sanlong Island.” Yamei puffed out his chest, speaking firmly and decisively. Yao Tianxiao was indeed profit-driven, but Yamei saw further ahead. If Sanlong Island triumphed, the outcome would be favorable. But should they fall, given the nature of the TaiXu Gu Long Clan, they would inevitably draw the Jiuyou Di Minglong Clan into the conflict. Though both were among the three major clans, Yamei understood clearly that the Jiuyou Di Minglong Clan would ultimately be no match for the TaiXu Gu Long Clan. Currently, within the Tai Xu ancient Dragon Clan, a stalemate has formed. Yet Dong Long Island is said to possess the legendary Dragon-Phoenix lineage—an outcome no one can predict. Therefore, upon receiving Xiao Yin's request, Yao Ming showed no hesitation. While Yao Tian Xiao might believe that San Long Island will ultimately prevail, he himself does not share that view. "Even if the Nine-Yuan Earth-Ming Python Clan remains neutral, the Heavens' Phoenix Clan will surely send its strongest forces to support San Long Island," Yao Ming said, gazing at Xiao Yin. Xiao Yin nodded slightly. He had managed to resolve the issue with the Nine-Yuan Earth-Ming Python Clan almost entirely by luck; as for the Heavens' Phoenix Clan, he had no intention of expecting them to remain passive. "Should they insist on becoming involved, then we shall have to resort to an alternative strategy," Xiao Yin said softly. He held a particularly close relationship with Zi Yan, and thus could not possibly watch her fall to San Long Island's hands. "Hmm? What do you mean, Xiao Yin? What are your plans?" "Heard this, Yao Ming's face slightly trembled, and he smiled. "Since they wish to dispatch strong warriors for assistance, I shall have to intercept and eliminate those sent along the way..." Xiao Yan smiled gently, his gaze fixed on Yao Ming, asking, "However, this matter may still require the support of Yao Ming's leadership—do you know how?" Yao Ming looked thoughtful, knowing that if he agreed, it would mean standing directly opposed to the Tian Yao Huang clan. "Should this matter be resolved, I pledge my life to you. From then on, the Tai Xu Gu Long and Jiu You Di Ming Mang clans will become inseparable allies. And at that point, the Tian Yao Huang clan will inevitably be weakened among the three great clans," Xiao Yan said softly. Hearing this, Yao Ming was slightly moved. The strength of the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon Clan was undeniable. Even now, though they have split, any one of their branches possesses power equal to or exceeding that of the entire clan. Should they eventually achieve unification, their strength would become even more formidable. To be able to forge alliances with such proud and accomplished beings would firmly establish the Nine Youu Earth-Ming Python Clan's standing in the world of mythical creatures. After a brief silence, Yao Ming finally raised his gaze, locking eyes with Xiao Yan, and spoke with solemnity, "If Xiao Yan's promise truly comes to fruition, then I, Yao Ming, am indeed bold enough to join you in embracing boldness and risk." Upon hearing this, a gentle smile flickered in Xiao Yan's eyes.