Reaching the pinnacle from Doupo

Chapter 571 The Demon Saint of the Underworld, Clash

"Qing'er, Yaoming, I'll be right back!"

Lin Yuan snapped out of his reverie, looked at the two respectfully standing attendants, and said solemnly, "Take good care of my health. Don't let anyone disturb me during this time..."

Qinglin nodded gently, her eyes as firm as iron: "Don't worry, young master, I will definitely not let anyone disturb me!" After saying that, the girl's eyes narrowed slightly, and a powerful aura no less than Lin Yuan's surged out from her petite body, causing the space to tremble.

Qing Lin, mid-stage Heavenly Realm, late-stage One-Star Dou Sheng, twenty-one years old... already an adult!

She possesses the Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil and is powered by three Serpent Clan Battle Saints with her Azure Scales, making her cultivation speed no less than Lin Yuan's.

Looking at his young master whom he had not seen for a long time, Qinglin hesitated for a moment and then whispered a reminder: "Young master, you should also be careful. That person has left a lot of power in the monument!"

More than half a year ago, after she broke through to the Dou Sheng level, she brought Medusa to this place.

Medusa was already at the intermediate level of half-saint when she arrived here. She went directly to the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs to cultivate in seclusion. Qinglin, on the other hand, devoted himself to cultivation while working with Yaoming to promote the expansion of the Sky Network. During this time, he also explored the Yellow Springs Stele.

As for the outcome... well, thankfully she reacted quickly and managed to extricate herself in time.

Noticing the faint worry in the girl's eyes, Lin Yuan smiled gently and pinched her smooth, jade-like cheek.

"Don't worry, Qing'er... I know what I'm doing, there's no need to worry."

Several years ago, before Lin Yuan broke through to the Half-Saint level, he tried to pass through the Yellow Springs Stele once. Although he failed, he managed to figure out the general situation.

This time, he was absolutely confident that he could achieve both objectives in one fell swoop!
Lin Yuan nodded to Yao Ming, who had already advanced to the three-star Dou Sheng level, then turned around and slowly walked to a blue stone in front of the stone tablet, where he sat down cross-legged.

He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to mobilize his soul power.

A moment later, his body trembled slightly, and then a somewhat ethereal figure emerged from between his eyebrows and hovered in front of the stone tablet.

Looking at this soul form that was exactly the same as Lin Yuan's, Yao Ming secretly praised it in his heart.

This kind of soul power was the greatest he had ever seen in his life!

Although the soul is the foundation of humanity, its cultivation is extremely difficult. Without special methods, it is hard to achieve substantial results in conflicts with others. Compared to the energy, time, and resources required to cultivate the soul, it is hardly worthwhile.

Ordinary people, unless they encounter the difficult hurdle of breaking through to the level of a half-saint, generally do not deliberately cultivate their souls, and the vast majority of them have only normal soul power.

Those with special bloodlines, who can "skip levels" using the power of their bloodline, pay little attention to cultivating their soul power.

Like Lin Yuan, who condensed his soul power, which lies between the tangible and the intangible, into a form that was almost tangible... Such terrifying soul power had never appeared before in the Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

This time, perhaps we can really open the Yellow Springs Stele.

For thousands of years, the Nine Netherworld Python Clan has guarded the treasure mountain in vain, yet has had no chance to see it. Perhaps this time it will truly come to an end.

Thinking of this, Yao Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of anticipation appeared in them.

Under the watchful eyes of Qinglin and Yaoming, Lin Yuan's soul floated to the front of the stone tablet, took a light step forward, and his slightly illusory body crashed directly into the stone tablet.

The moment the two touched, the stone tablet trembled slightly, and a mysterious wave rippled outwards.

Instantly, the smooth surface of the stone tablet rippled like water with pebbles thrown in, and Lin Yuan's soul was swallowed up and merged into the stone tablet, disappearing from the sight of the other two.

Qinglin walked slowly to Lin Yuan's side and stood guard, silently praying in her heart: "Young Master, please don't push yourself, you must be safe and sound!"
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"Rumble--"

Above the ancient sky, thunder roared like an angry dragon, the deafening roar causing the entire world to tremble violently.

"Nothing has changed; the space within this stone tablet..."

Suspended in mid-air, Lin Yuan sighed softly and gazed into the distance, looking towards the end of this space.

Then, he stepped into the void and slowly walked towards the depths of space.

As Lin Yuan took a step, lightning bolts seemed to be drawn to the sky, suddenly crashing down from all directions.

However, for Lin Yuan now, such an offensive had no effect.

His expression remained calm as he walked leisurely into the depths of the space with steady steps. As for the falling lightning, it was shattered by an invisible force as soon as it entered a ten-foot radius around him.

After bombarding for several minutes, the lightning bolts seemed to realize that this attack was ineffective against the people below, and continuing would be futile.

Then, the frenzied attack gradually ceased, and the thunder in the sky gradually dissipated.

As the last wisp of lightning dissipated between heaven and earth, a detached and cold voice suddenly rang out from the darkness.

"Yellow Spring Finger!"

Instantly, the clouds above Lin Yuan surged violently, as if stirred by a pair of invisible hands.

The dark clouds rapidly changed color, transforming into a strange yellow cloud in the blink of an eye. Then, a gigantic finger reaching to the sky burst forth from the clouds, carrying an incomparably fierce wind, and slammed down on Lin Yuan below.

Lin Yuan paused slightly, raised his head, and looked at the colossal finger that seemed to tear apart the heavens and earth.

"hehe--"

With a calm smile, he raised his hand and casually waved his sleeve.

With a wave of his wide sleeves, a vast spiritual power surged forth, transforming into a colossal palm that clashed violently with the Yellow Springs Finger.

The fingers and palm, upon contact, simultaneously shattered and then both vanished.

Just then, the ground below suddenly burst open, and a huge yellow hand shot out like lightning. In a flash, it appeared below Lin Yuan, and with a clench of its hand, it grabbed him tightly.

But then a faint word "shatter" suddenly came from the center of the giant hand, and a powerful soul storm swept out instantly, shattering the palm.

"Senior, these methods can't stop me... Show yourself!"

The giant yellow palm exploded, and Lin Yuan's figure reappeared in this world. His faint voice resounded like thunder, echoing throughout the space within the monument.

"Rumble--"

Not long after his voice was heard, a mountain peak suddenly broke through the ground, rose up, and stood tall.

At the center of the mountain peak stood a crystal throne, shimmering with a cold light, as if sculpted from endless ice, radiating a chilling aura. Upon the throne sat a middle-aged man in a yellow fur robe, upright and ramrod straight.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his face cold and stern, his eyes like deep, cold pools. With a domineering gaze, an aura that made heaven and earth tremble slowly spread out, and wherever it passed, space appeared to be slightly distorted.

Within this space of the monument, there is only one person with such bearing, a peak expert who is only one step away from becoming a Dou Di, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint.

"Junior Lin Yuan greets Senior Huang Quan!"

He smiled slightly, revealing a confident expression, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, performing a junior's greeting, and said in a deep voice.

Those who have achieved success come first, and Lin Yuan is willing to respect these senior figures.

"You're quite polite, young man, but this isn't a place for you... Leave!" The Yellow Spring Demon Saint glanced at Lin Yuan, his indifferent voice, intertwined with a strange pressure emanating from the soul, slowly reaching Lin Yuan's ears.

"Since we're already here, we won't leave easily!" Lin Yuan straightened up, his gaze fixed on the figure on the throne, and chuckled, "Until our goal is achieved..."

"Oh? From what you're saying, you intend to defy me?"

The Yellow Spring Demon God's eyes narrowed, and a powerful soul wave shot out like lightning, striking Lin Yuan fiercely like a sword blade.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan smiled calmly, his figure advancing instead of retreating. With a thought, his vast soul rippled and perfectly defended against the incoming soul attack.

"The wrath of the Yellow Springs is mine today!"

"The Yellow Springs' ultimate techniques are not taught to mediocre people!" The Yellow Springs Demon Saint slowly rose and said indifferently, "If you want the Yellow Springs' Heavenly Wrath, then defeat me first..."

"A soul at the late Heavenly Realm stage is the strongest I've seen in recent years. Unfortunately, they're still quite a distance from the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm, while my soul is at the Emperor Realm, surpassing even the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm… With such a gap, you dare to challenge me?!"

As he spoke, he rose from his throne, unleashing a terrifying aura that caused the surrounding world to crack open.

"Emperor Realm?" Lin Yuan smiled slightly and said arrogantly, "A mere remnant soul of an Emperor Realm cultivator cannot stop me now. In another ten years, even you at your peak will not be able to stop me!"

"furious--"

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint suddenly raised his head and roared angrily: "How dare you, a lowly scoundrel, be so insolent before me!"

Before he could finish speaking, he raised his right palm and clenched it tightly. The earth trembled violently and then exploded a moment later. Countless enormous hands burst forth from the ground, raining down on Lin Yuan in mid-air.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Yuan stomped his foot on the air, and instantly, a vast expanse of icy blue flames surged from his body, transforming into a scorching sea of ​​fire.

"The Art of Separating Fire - Burning Wind!"

With a clear shout, the icy blue flames suddenly spun up and transformed into a massive firestorm hundreds of feet in size, enveloping Lin Yuan within it.

As soon as the firestorm took shape, the giant palms that burst from the ground attacked fiercely, slamming heavily onto the firestorm. The moment they made contact, countless giant palms were shattered, and even the trembling earth was suppressed.

"This feeling... the power of a different kind of fire?" Upon seeing this, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's expression changed slightly: "A different kind of fire not listed on the Different Kinds of Fire Ranking?!"

"I appreciate the rule of earning a voice through strength."

Just as the Yellow Spring Demon Saint was about to scrutinize him, Lin Yuan's calm and confident voice came from the flame storm: "Come on, Senior Yellow Spring, let me see your ultimate move!"

Demonstrating strength is an important aspect of showing sincerity in subsequent talks.

Upon hearing Lin Yuan's words, a hint of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, but he quickly regained his cold demeanor.

Without the slightest hesitation, he swiftly formed several strange hand seals with his hands, then placed them to his lips. Instantly, an exceptionally terrifying wave rippled out, causing the world to tremble and the surrounding space to surge violently.

Amidst these fluctuations, strange ripples suddenly appeared around the remnant soul of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, converging into an invisible figure thousands of feet in size.

Upon closer inspection, one would find that this figure looks exactly like the Yellow Spring Demon Saint.

This remnant soul actually condensed into the body of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint using sound waves.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan gasped – facing this figure, he felt a sense of terror, as if facing the entire world!
"The Art of Separating Fire - Brahma Lotus Fire Realm!" A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and his hand seals suddenly changed. The fire storm then suddenly contracted towards the center, condensing into layers of lotus-shaped barriers, with icy blue fire flowing on them, looking extremely mysterious.

On the other side, the invisible demon saint formed from sound waves slowly lowered his head, his cold eyes fixed on Lin Yuan, and his mouth slowly opened.

"Moo-"

A syllable carrying an ancient aura suddenly escaped from his lips.

In an instant, the formless demon saint's body collapsed, and a destructive sonic wave surged out with lightning speed, violently attacking Lin Yuan in the distance. Under the spread of this sonic wave, space crumbled inch by inch, collapsing into nothingness.

Such terrifying speed meant that if Lin Yuan hadn't set up a barrier beforehand, he wouldn't have had any time to form a defense at all...

The ability to unleash and attack at lightning speed is one of the reasons why "Netherworld Wrath" is so powerful!

"Click—" "Click—" "Click—"...

Under the impact of the destructive sound waves, the layered lotus-shaped barriers were utterly destroyed, with crisp sounds like shattering mirrors echoing outwards. Their enormous size of hundreds of feet shrank at a visible speed and became illusory.

A sonic storm swept through the space, and everything was reduced to nothingness under the impact of the sonic waves, leaving only a solitary peak standing in the dark void.

On the mountain peak, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint sat back on his throne, his already illusory body becoming much more transparent.

Clearly, the previous attacks had exhausted too much of his strength.

A moment later, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint raised his head, looked at the dark and empty space, and slowly said, "You were able to withstand the Yellow Spring Heavenly Wrath. Not bad, you are qualified to receive the inheritance!"

Before he finished speaking, a wisp of fire suddenly appeared in the void, and as it expanded, it transformed into Lin Yuan's tall and imposing figure.

"Hehe, even a remnant soul possesses such power. Wrath of the Yellow Springs... No wonder it is the signature technique of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint! It is truly unimaginable what kind of earth-shattering power it must have had when the Yellow Springs Demon Saint himself used it back then."

Lin Yuan stepped through the flames and walked step by step to the front of the mountain peak. Looking at the remnant soul of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint on the throne, he chuckled softly.

Compared to before, his soul now has a more ethereal quality.

Clearly, Lin Yuan was not unscathed from the terrifying blow he had just received, but instead of showing any displeasure, he was filled with satisfaction – the Yellow Springs Wrath technique was indeed worthy of becoming one of his most lethal moves!

(End of this chapter)