People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

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The moment Xiao Ling's soul touched the stone tablet, the ancient stone tablet, which had been silent for countless ages, rippled like melting spring water.

A powerful suction force suddenly swept out from the depths of the monument, but Xiao Ling's soul did not resist in the slightest. It was as if it was swallowed by an invisible vortex. With a flash, it disappeared in front of the monument as if it had never existed.

Yao Ming took in the whole scene, a hint of surprise flashing in his dark pupils, before his gaze involuntarily fell on the center of the altar.

There, Xiao Ling's physical body remained seated cross-legged, eyes closed, breathing long and steady, his aura calm and still, without the slightest ripple.

He looked around curiously for a moment, then turned around and found a corner of the altar. He sat cross-legged, calmed his mind, and began to cultivate diligently.

The surrounding天地能量 (heaven and earth energy) followed an invisible trajectory, slowly converging towards his body.

……

"Boom--!"

A deafening roar tore through the sky, the leaden clouds churned like a raging sea, and streaks of purple-gold lightning, like raging dragons breaking free of their shackles, roared and ravaged the ancient and vast heavens. The earth-shattering sound caused the entire space to tremble violently, and even the air rippled visibly under this oppressive force.

"Is this... the hidden space inside the stone tablet?"

Xiao Ling's soul floated in mid-air, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic and hazy world, a hint of undisguised surprise flashing in his dark eyes.

He immediately looked up and gazed into the distance, his gaze piercing through the layers of mist and landing at the edge of this space, where a majestic and imposing temple stood silently. The outline of the temple was faintly visible under the shadow of lightning and clouds, exuding an aura of supreme majesty that looked down upon the ages.

"To be able to create such a vast and boundless space within a single stone tablet... the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, such a top-tier expert, truly lives up to his reputation!"

Xiao Ling sighed softly, his voice unusually clear amidst the thunder. He looked around for a moment, taking in the entire scene of this strange space, and then without further hesitation, he slowly stepped into the air, his figure like a stream of light, leisurely heading towards the depths of the space where the temple was located.

The moment the foot stepped out, the churning lightning in the sky seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, and instantly changed direction.

The previously scattered and roaring purple-gold lightning dragons now coalesced into a sky-covering net of lightning, carrying a world-destroying force as it furiously crashed down upon Xiao Ling's figure. The lightning tore through the clouds, emitting deafening explosions, and the entire space was illuminated in a ghastly white light.

Faced with such a terrifying attack, Xiao Ling remained unfazed, his steps unwavering. Just as the lightning was about to strike his body, a pitch-black vortex suddenly appeared within ten feet of him. The vortex spun endlessly, seemingly connected to an endless abyss, emanating a terrifying suction force that devoured everything.

The thunderbolts, hurtling towards them, were swallowed up by the black hole-like vortex the moment they entered its range, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without even causing a ripple. No matter how fiercely the thunderbolts from the sky bombarded them, they could not cross the line, not even touching the hem of Xiao Ling's clothes.

As Xiao Ling ventured deeper into the space beneath the stone tablet, the previously raging thunder in the sky seemed to finally realize its inability to subdue him. Its rampaging power gradually subsided, and streaks of purple-gold lightning disappeared into the clouds, eventually vanishing completely into the chaotic sky. However, at the very moment the last wisp of lightning vanished, the clouds above his head suddenly churned and transformed. Their leaden gray color faded away, replaced by a thick, amber-yellow cloud layer. Within that cloud, a vast energy fluctuation faintly gathered, exuding an ancient and boundless pressure.

"Shoot-"

Before Xiao Ling could examine the situation closely, an extremely powerful gust of wind suddenly tore through the heavens and earth. A massive gap opened in the deep yellow clouds, and a gigantic, dark yellow finger, obscuring the sky, shot out from within. The finger was covered in ancient runes, each shimmering with profound light. Wherever its tip passed, the void crumbled inch by inch, forming jet-black cracks. A terrifying pressure, like a mountain crashing down, relentlessly suppressed Xiao Ling's figure.

"The Yellow Springs Finger, it seems the real test has begun."

Xiao Ling paused slightly, raising his head to gaze at the enormous finger that was tearing through the heavens and earth, hurtling down with unparalleled power. A trace of solemnity flashed in his dark eyes, but even more so, a sharp, eager glint. He knew that this Yellow Spring Finger was a low-level Heaven-rank combat skill, and one of the signature techniques of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint. It was far superior to the previous lightning strikes, and the power and understanding of laws contained within it were enough to make even ordinary Battle Saints tremble in fear.

But Xiao Ling is least afraid of this kind of head-on test!

In the blink of an eye, a dazzling silver-white light suddenly shone between Xiao Ling's brows. The spiritual power dormant within his Niwan Palace surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, transforming into an invisible wave that spread wildly across the surrounding void.

His control over spatial power was already far superior to that of his peers due to his special physical talent. Now, under the impetus of his mental power, the void within ten feet around him instantly twisted violently, forming a visible spatial vortex. Countless spatial fragments floated and sank within it, emitting a sharp aura that could cut through everything.

"Space Confinement!"

A low shout rolled out from Xiao Ling's throat, and the distorted void suddenly tightened, forcibly slowing down the speed of the descending Yellow Spring Giant Finger by several points.

Taking advantage of this brief pause, he quickly formed intricate hand seals, his eyes gleaming.

In the instant the hand seals changed, two completely different and terrifying powers suddenly burst forth from the spatial vortex around Xiao Ling.

One of the bolts was a purple-gold lightning bolt. It was no ordinary heavenly lightning, but a destructive lightning dragon formed by him using his soul power to draw upon the remaining lightning essence within the stone tablet space. The dragon's body was crackling with electricity, and each surge was accompanied by a deafening thunderclap, carrying the power to annihilate all things.

The other flame was a blood-red fire. As the flames surged, the air was instantly ignited, turning into a sea of ​​fire that scorched the sky and boiled the sea, even the void itself was slightly scorched.

Thunder and fire, one fierce and the other scorching, intertwined and entangled under Xiao Ling's control, transforming into a terrifying torrent containing both destructive and incinerating auras.

This torrent was also entwined with wisps of spatial power, which amplified its penetrating and destructive power, and it charged headlong into the colossal finger of the Yellow Springs that blotted out the sky.

"Boom——!"

A deafening roar exploded in the space, like a thousand thunderclaps booming simultaneously. The instant the torrent of lightning and fire collided with the Yellow Spring Giant Finger, countless energy shockwaves spread outwards, collapsing the void and dissipating the clouds wherever they passed. The Yellow Spring Giant Finger, which condensed a portion of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's power and insights, was subjected to the triple attack of lightning, fire, and spatial power. The ancient runes on its surface first flickered violently, and then cracked inch by inch like a spider web.

"Crack...knock..."

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out, and deep yellow energy spots shot out continuously from the cracks, leaving afterimages in the air before disappearing into nothingness in an instant.

The once invincible Yellow Spring Giant Finger, under Xiao Ling's thunderous strike, began to disintegrate and annihilate little by little from its fingertip, eventually turning into countless scattered energy particles that were swallowed up by this space.

"boom!"

Before the aftershocks of the Yellow Spring Finger's collapse had dissipated and countless energy particles were still floating in the void, a deafening roar suddenly resounded from the ground beneath Xiao Ling's feet.

The thick rock strata shattered like fragile glass, sending countless fragments of rock, mixed with the rich scent of loess, soaring into the sky. A gigantic yellow hand, obscuring the sky and the sun, flashed out from the depths of the earth like lightning. Its palm lines were crisscrossed with grooves, as if engraved with mountains and rivers. Each knuckle contained terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and splitting peaks. In just a flash, it appeared directly below Xiao Ling, grabbing at him fiercely with the power to devour everything.

The giant palm covered an extremely large area. As the palm wind howled, even the surrounding air was compressed and emitted a piercing shriek. The invisible pressure caused fine folds to appear in the void, as if it would be completely shattered by this palm at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Ling's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. The Yellow Spring Palm's sudden attack was extremely swift, clearly following the Yellow Spring Finger's offensive, giving no one a chance to breathe. As expected of a mid-level Heaven-rank combat skill, its power surpassed even the previous Yellow Spring Finger.

But having experienced countless battles, he had long since cultivated a calm and collected mind in the face of danger. Almost the instant the giant hand appeared, Xiao Ling suddenly spread his hands wide and uttered a low shout: "Frost Condensation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extreme chill suddenly erupted from his body. The chill was a deep blue color, and as soon as it appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and countless fine ice crystals instantly condensed in the void.

The chilling air spread like a tide towards the giant hand below, freezing the air into crystalline mist that crackled and popped.

In the blink of an eye, the unstoppable giant yellow hand was completely enveloped in icy air. Visible ice crystals spread rapidly from the edges of the giant hand, growing wildly along the grooves of the palm, and in the blink of an eye, they covered the entire giant hand.

The palm, which had originally shimmered with an earthy yellow light, had now transformed into a giant ice crystal palm that was entirely ice blue. It was crystal clear yet carried a deathly coldness. The energy fluctuations on the palm and fingers were completely frozen, and the swift attack suddenly slowed down, as if it had been paused, freezing in the air for a moment.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Xiao Ling had already moved. He lightly touched the air with his toes, leaping up as lightly as a feather, his body tracing a graceful arc in the air, narrowly avoiding the frozen giant hand. With his robes fluttering, he landed several feet away, his gaze coldly fixed on the giant ice crystal hand suspended in mid-air.

"It's not over yet."

Xiao Ling muttered to himself, slowly raising his right hand, and a thick black mist suddenly emerged from his palm.

The black mist was as black as ink, exuding a terrifying aura that corroded everything and annihilated life.

The black mist churned and surged in his palm, writhing as if it were alive. Then, under Xiao Ling's control, it transformed into a black torrent that swept fiercely toward the giant ice crystal hand.

"Chichi-"

The moment the black mist collided with the giant ice crystal hand, a piercing corrosive sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Under the erosion of the black mist, the ice crystal melted at a visible speed, turning into puddles of cold water, while the giant yellow hand frozen within it crumbled and annihilated little by little under the devouring power of the bone-corroding demonic mist.

The yellowish-brown energy particles mixed with ice crystal fragments were continuously eroded and absorbed by the black mist, eventually dissipating completely.

The power of the Yellow Springs Palm completely dissipated into the void. Xiao Ling did not linger. With a slight movement, he transformed into a stream of light and drifted towards the temple in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, he had approached the temple, less than a hundred feet from its ancient and majestic gate. Looking up, he saw a deep yellow throne standing prominently at the center of the temple's roof.

The throne is carved entirely from an unknown, strange stone, with intricate and ancient patterns engraved all over it. The stone surface is mottled and covered with traces of the erosion of time, yet it still exudes an aura of dominance and majesty, as if it has been guarding this place since ancient times, witnessing countless changes of the world.

The moment Xiao Ling's gaze fell upon the throne, a sudden change occurred.

On the throne, an invisible current of energy emanated from nowhere, wisps and strands like smoke and mist.

These air currents swirled, converged, and rotated above the throne, as if they possessed a life of their own, gradually coalescing into a blurry outline. In the blink of an eye, the outline solidified, and a phantom dressed in a deep yellow fur robe slowly sat upon the throne.

The phantom figure appeared extremely young, with a handsome and upright face, sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards to his temples, and eyes as deep as ancient wells, intertwined with the vicissitudes of countless ages and a cold indifference to all living beings. It was surrounded by an aura of domineering power that could not be defied. Just sitting there, it seemed to be above all things in heaven and earth, making people involuntarily feel awe.

The illusory figure sat on the throne, its lips twitching almost imperceptibly. Without any earth-shattering force, a calm yet ancient voice, as if coming from the beginning of time, slowly flowed into Xiao Ling's ears.

"Young man, this is not a place for you. Leave."

Before the words were even finished, an oppressive aura emanating from the depths of one's soul, like an invisible mountain, suddenly enveloped the entire space. This oppressive aura was not a violent impact, but rather carried an indifferent and domineering air of looking down upon all living beings.

The identity of this phantom figure is self-evident; it is none other than the once renowned Yellow Spring Demon Saint whose fame resounded throughout the entire Dou Qi Continent!

However, the one sitting on the throne at this moment is not his true form, nor even a remnant soul. He is merely a remnant of his soul within the stone tablet, carrying his will from his previous life.

Even so, the domineering pressure that transcended all things in heaven and earth remained undiminished; simply sitting there quietly was enough to make the laws of this world tremble. (End of Chapter)