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

"Hehe, Demon Saint is joking." Xiao Ling shook his head, his voice was a little hoarse but still carried a calm smile. "Senior, you were able to unleash the Wrath of the Yellow Springs to such a world-destroying level with just a wisp of your remnant will. I just used all my strength to barely withstand this attack. It was truly a close call."

He gazed at the increasingly illusory Yellow Spring Demon Saint on the throne, his eyes filled with genuine admiration: "Senior, the power of your lingering resentment is already so terrifying. It's hard to imagine what a world-shaking scene it must have been when you were at your peak and personally unleashed the Yellow Spring Heavenly Wrath. I'm afraid that in the blink of an eye, you could have caused the Milky Way to reverse and the universe to collapse!"

When the deadly sonic shockwave from Huangquan Tiannu swept over, he not only used all his strength to draw upon the eight great powers of heaven and earth within the Heavenly Talisman to resist it, but also activated the devouring power deep within the talisman at the moment when the light barrier was about to shatter.

The black hole, formed by the power of devouring, swallowed up all the remaining soul impacts that had penetrated the defense, while also temporarily containing his own aura and soul within it.

Otherwise, even if he didn't die, his soul would certainly suffer severe damage.

However, this was the first time Xiao Ling had ever tried a method that included himself in the devouring range. If he hadn't mastered the ability to devour for so long, he would probably have already been backfired by this domineering power and injured himself.

"Hehe, you don't need to be modest."

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint's voice had lost its previous oppressive aura, replaced by a hint of relief.
"Over the years, I have fought countless Dou Sheng experts, and the number of Dou Sheng who have fallen under the Wrath of the Yellow Springs is countless. If I count them, you are the first person who can withstand this attack head-on."

The lingering soul gazed silently at Xiao Ling. After a long silence, a rare smile slowly bloomed on its usually indifferent face.

His figure grew increasingly ethereal, slowly leaning back towards the cold throne, his voice carrying an age-old melancholy as he softly sighed:
"This day has finally come..."

In response, Xiao Ling remained suspended in mid-air, his posture upright like a pine tree. He remained silent, his gaze calmly fixed on the figure on the throne, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes. He knew very well that once the handover of the inheritance was complete, without the support of the Demon Saint's blood essence, this remnant soul that had survived for countless years would completely vanish into nothingness.

For some reason, Xiao Ling's heart suddenly stirred, and the Soul Returning Pill that he had carefully stored in his storage ring suddenly appeared in his mind.

That pill was originally a backup plan he had prepared for Xiao Xuan. But now, looking at the increasingly transparent remnant soul of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint on the throne, a thought suddenly popped into his head uncontrollably. This remnant soul still had consciousness and its mind was extremely clear, which clearly met the conditions for the resurrection of the Soul Returning Pill.

If this pill were given to the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, his remnant soul could absorb its power and perhaps break free from its shackles, reshape his physical body, and return to the world from this eternal silence!
At that time, he will be able to personally create an unparalleled powerhouse at the peak of the Dou Sheng level.

It should be noted that Huang Quan Demon Saint's realm back then far surpassed that of ordinary nine-star Dou Sheng peaks. Even figures like Gu Yuan and Hun Tiandi, who stood at the pinnacle of the Dou Qi Continent, were slightly inferior to him. It is likely that even if the three of them, including Dragon Emperor Zhu Kun, attacked together, they might not be a match for Huang Quan Demon Saint.

However, this thought only flashed through Xiao Ling's mind for a moment before he quickly extinguished it.

There was no connection whatsoever between the Yellow Spring Demon Saint and him; it was merely an opportunity on the path of inheritance.

The Soul-Returning Pill in his hand was extremely precious. If it were used to revive this ancient demon saint, given the opponent's unparalleled strength and resources, he would have no means to restrain him.

As a result, his future path of cultivation will inevitably be subject to an unpredictable variable, which is something he is definitely not willing to see.

Xiao Ling never bothered to place his hopes on the word "character," and besides, this Soul-Returning Pill was a backup plan he had prepared for Xiao Xuan from the very beginning.

Xiao Xuan is the ancestor of the Xiao clan. They are connected by blood and share the same origin. Logically and emotionally, he would never do anything to harm the remaining bloodline of the Xiao clan.

Ultimately, all his planning was aimed at making his path to becoming emperor more stable and smooth.

Xiao Ling naturally wouldn't touch something where the risks and rewards were completely disproportionate.

"You withstood the wrath of the Yellow Springs, so what you wanted should naturally be given to you."

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint paid no attention to Xiao Ling's silent reaction, nor did he have any interest in probing what was on his mind.

Before the melancholy and regret of the past had dissipated, his withered fingertips curled up and flicked gently. A clear and refined soul wave suddenly burst forth from his fingertips, carrying an ancient and pure aura. It flashed out and finally hovered steadily about ten feet in front of Xiao Ling, flowing quietly.

Xiao Ling keenly sensed the profound meaning contained in the fluctuation. With a slight movement in his heart, he immediately suppressed the remaining thoughts about the Soul Returning Pill in his mind, focused his mind and breath, and reached out to grab the soul fluctuation.

The moment his fingertips touched it, the fluctuation was like a shattered glass lamp, instantly transforming into a vast ocean of information, carrying immense energy, rushing into his mind like a surging torrent.

In an instant, countless characters exuding an ancient and desolate aura appeared out of thin air in Xiao Ling's sea of ​​consciousness, unfolding layer upon layer, and finally converging into complete and profound cultivation methods.

Those words seemed to possess a life of their own, rising and falling in the sea of ​​consciousness, radiating a heart-palpitating pressure that made Xiao Ling unable to suppress the joy in his heart, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

He immediately closed his eyes slightly, cleared his mind of all distractions, and immersed himself in the process, allowing the precious information to be imprinted and settled in his sea of ​​consciousness, carefully comprehending every obscure and profound meaning.

A moment later, Xiao Ling slowly opened his eyes, a flash of light passing through them. He had already digested all the information and was surprised to find that this stream of information not only contained the complete cultivation method of the Yellow Springs Wrath that had just saved his life, but also included the complete cultivation diagrams and mental techniques of the other two top-tier martial arts of the Yellow Springs lineage, the Yellow Springs Finger and the Yellow Springs Palm.

Furthermore, it also included the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's cultivation insights and practical experience regarding the Yellow Spring Three Absolutes. Xiao Ling felt a sudden clarity in his mind, no longer the clumsy person who had just begun to explore the three fighting techniques. Instead, it was as if he had already mastered them to perfection. If he were to demonstrate them briefly now, he would be able to use these three ultimate techniques with ease.

"Thank you, Senior Huang Quan."

Having received the inheritance, proper etiquette was naturally essential. Xiao Ling snapped out of his reverie, immediately concealing the joy between his brows, and solemnly cupped his hands towards the Yellow Spring Demon Saint on the throne, his tone full of respect.

"My mission is to await a successor capable of bearing the wrath of the Yellow Springs Heaven and passing on all that I have learned in my life." The Yellow Springs Demon Saint looked at him, a hint of warmth appearing in his aged eyes.
"Your soul power has already reached the threshold for cultivating the Wrath of the Yellow Springs. With your talent and temperament, you will surely be able to restore the prestige of this supreme technique in the future. I am very satisfied that my inheritance has been passed on to you. I hope you will not disgrace the prestige of the Three Wonders of the Yellow Springs." After speaking, the Yellow Springs Demon Saint smiled at Xiao Ling with satisfaction, and then slowly opened his palm. As his palm opened, wisps of pale golden light suddenly flowed from his already illusory figure.

These thin streams, as if alive, rushed towards his palm, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a ball of clear golden liquid.

The moment this ball of golden liquid appeared, an ancient and powerful aura spread out. Xiao Ling trembled, clearly feeling that the dormant bloodline power deep within his heart was now beating wildly and uncontrollably, as if yearning for something.

"Is this the essence blood of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint? This aura is truly incredible."

Xiao Ling's gaze was fixed on the ball of golden liquid, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes. His fingertips trembled slightly, as if he could clearly feel the vast and strange energy flowing within it.

This bloodline power actually showed a faint tendency to transform into the Dou Di level. It's just a pity that the Yellow Spring Demon Saint ultimately failed to truly step into that supreme Emperor realm. Otherwise, the power of this essence blood would be worlds apart from that of a true Dou Di essence blood.

"Ugh……"

A long sigh slowly escaped from the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's mouth. His withered fingers gently brushed over the ball of golden essence blood in his palm. The touch of his fingertips was warm, but it burned his remnant soul with a stinging pain. "I have spent my whole life trying to reach the half-step Emperor Realm, but I still cannot cross that last threshold."

At this moment, even a powerful figure like him, who had traversed countless ages and possessed an unyielding will, could not hide the melancholy in his brow as his remnant soul was about to dissipate. Looking back on his life, he was renowned and unrivaled throughout the world, yet in the end, he still carried the regret of failing to become an emperor, stopping at the end of the long river of time.

"Senior's talent and ability are unparalleled throughout history," Xiao Ling said at the right time, his tone sincere and without any hint of flattery. "In the end, it is because the world is flawed and the source energy is depleted. Otherwise, with your abilities, becoming a Dou Di would not be the end goal."

It wasn't that Xiao Ling was deliberately trying to flatter him; he genuinely thought so. People like the Yellow Spring Demon Saint and the Pure Lotus Demon Saint possessed unparalleled talent and were able to defy the odds and reach the Half-Emperor realm in this Dharma-ending Age, just one step away from the supreme position of Dou Di.

If they could have been born ten thousand years earlier, just before the source energy of heaven and earth was completely exhausted, there would surely have been another Dou Di family that would have been passed down for thousands of years on this Dou Qi Continent.

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's eyes. He looked Xiao Ling up and down, his gaze now filled with a seriousness he had never shown before.

“Little guy, you are indeed extraordinary, able to sense the incompleteness of the origin of heaven and earth. However, judging from your expression, it seems that you were already prepared for this situation.”

Xiao Ling simply smiled faintly at this and did not respond further to the topic.

"Enough. I am but a remnant soul about to dissipate, so I will not press you any further. Perhaps you can truly take that step and reach a realm that we have failed to attain even after a lifetime of effort."

After staring at Xiao Ling for a while, seeing that the former still remained silent, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint said no more and gently waved his hand.

In an instant, the golden essence blood in his palm, imbued with an ancient aura, transformed into a stream of light and slowly drifted toward Xiao Ling.

"It is fate that brought us to this stone tablet space; it is your strength that allowed you to withstand my wrath from the Yellow Springs..." His voice carried a hint of relief, yet also a lingering expectation.
“The secret techniques of my Yellow Springs lineage are never passed on to mediocre people. But you are no ordinary person.”

"I hope you can carry my expectations and cross that eternally insurmountable threshold of the Emperor Realm. So that my remnant soul may know where I went wrong in my entire life."

"Since the Demon Saint has given such instructions, then this junior will certainly set aside all distractions, devote all my efforts, and carry on the Demon Saint's legacy to reach the realm of Dou Di!"

This time, Xiao Ling's expression was extremely solemn, and his words were firm and resounding. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and summoned the golden essence blood that was floating in the void. It carried an ancient and powerful aura and slowly drifted towards his palm.

The moment the golden essence blood landed in his palm, a vast, ocean-like energy wave swept out, causing Xiao Ling's blood to boil and surge instantly, its temperature rising several times higher than before.

One can clearly sense the immense, vast, and terrifying energy contained within this mass of demon saint's blood essence.

"Thank you for your gift, Demon Saint. I am deeply grateful."

Xiao Ling carefully stored the essence blood into his storage ring. When he looked up, he saw that the entire temple had begun to tremble violently, and jagged cracks spread out like a spider web. The throne was cracking and covered with fissures.

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint, who sat atop it, was becoming increasingly ethereal, as if he might merge into the void at any moment.

"Now that the mission is accomplished, this remnant soul will cease to exist." The Yellow Spring Demon Saint's voice grew increasingly ethereal, carrying a hint of relieved laughter. "I only wish that my ultimate skills will not be lost in the long river of time and fade into obscurity with my demise."

"Farewell, senior!"

Xiao Ling bowed solemnly and gave a respectful salute to the gradually transparent figure.

"Hehe, little guy, don't forget our promise..."

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint chuckled and nodded, his figure instantly transforming into specks of light and dust, completely dissipating into the world. With his departure, the majestic mountains and the ancient throne collapsed with a roar, ultimately turning into nothingness and vanishing completely.

Gazing at the suddenly dark and empty void, Xiao Ling couldn't help but sigh softly. The legendary demon saint, who once dominated the world, had now left behind only a trace of himself, which had likely vanished completely.

Immediately, with a slight thought, his body trembled slightly, and his illusory figure slowly faded away. In the instant he completely disappeared, the space that had carried the legacy of countless ages emitted a soft hissing sound, shattering silently like a bubble, ceasing to exist. (End of Chapter)