After subduing the three Dou Saints and hundreds of Dou Zuns of the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Tribe, Qing Lin naturally assumed control of the tribe. Though vast in number, all true elites and high-ranking powers had fallen into her hands. One of the three great Magical Beast Tribes of the Beast Region had quietly changed masters, and none were the wiser.
By sacrificing their purest ancient bloodline in exchange for sheer population, the tribe had lost its former supreme talent but gained an extensive network that stretched across the entire Beast Region. Even the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe and the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Tribe could not rival such reach — if Liu Xi wished to know anything, a single order would soon bring him every detail he sought.
With such convenience, Liu Xi instructed Qing Lin, who in turn ordered Yao Ming to dispatch the tribe's remaining forces to monitor the Heaven Demon Phoenix Tribe. Any disturbance, no matter how small, would be reported immediately. Yao Ming was left to manage internal affairs, while Yao Xiaotian and the First Elder, both now bound by Qing Lin's Jade Snake Three-Flower Pupils, cultivated ceaselessly within that mysterious inner space, providing Qing Lin with endless Dou Qi — their eternal 007 "service."
In the vast grand hall, Liu Xi sat upon the throne exclusive to the tribe's patriarch. His body leaned slightly to one side, one hand resting lazily on the armrest, his palm supporting his chin as a faint smile played upon his lips.
"Patriarch Yao Ming, if I recall correctly," Liu Xi began, his tone calm and assured, "within your Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Tribe lies a Yellow Spring Stone Tablet, an artifact passed down since ancient times. Within that tablet is said to be recorded all the Dou Techniques of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint. Deep within it, there should also remain a trace of the Demon Saint's blood essence, correct?"
The Yellow Spring Demon Saint — a name of legend. He had once reached the peak of Half-Step Dou Di Realm, a being whose power could bend the heavens themselves. Were it not for the Toushe Ancient Emperor's failed attempt to open the path to the Great Thousand World, severing the flow of Origin Qi, such peerless figures might have truly ascended beyond this realm. At that level, even their blood transformed into something divine — to consume it was to enhance talent and cultivation alike. Naturally, Liu Xi would never let such a treasure slip through his grasp.
Qing Lin and Xiao Yixian stood respectfully at his sides. Beneath them, Yao Ming — the current patriarch, a 2-Star Dou Saint — bowed deeply, his expression docile, his eyes hollow and obedient.
"Yes, Young Master," Yao Ming said in a subdued tone. "The Yellow Spring Stone Tablet is indeed the tribe's sacred relic. Upon it are inscribed three Dou Techniques: the Yellow Spring Finger and Yellow Spring Palm — the former a low-level Tian Class Dou Technique, the latter a mid-level one. Both are extremely powerful and may only be cultivated by the patriarch or select elders. The final one, however, is the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's ultimate creation — the Tian Class high-level Sound Dou Technique, Yellow Spring Divine Anger!"
Hearing that name, Liu Xi's eyes flickered with light. Low and mid-level Tian Class Techniques, though rare, were no longer of great significance to him. But a high-level Tian Class Technique — that was another story entirely. A true battle-changing art.
The Yellow Spring Divine Anger had once shaken the continent. Even peak Dou Saints had fallen to it, their souls shattered to dust by its resonance. Nine out of ten who faced it met their end that way. More importantly, this Dou Technique could help Liu Xi deepen his comprehension of the soul, refining both his control and resilience — an irresistible opportunity.
"However," Yao Ming continued, his tone flat, "the Yellow Spring Divine Anger, together with the Demon Saint's blood essence, has long been sealed within the depths of the stone tablet. No one has ever managed to unlock it. A remnant wisp of the Demon Saint's soul guards the seal — the method to cultivate Yellow Spring Divine Anger lies within that remnant. Only those with souls strong enough to earn its acknowledgment can receive the Technique and the Saint's blood essence."
Liu Xi's gaze deepened. Since Yao Ming was under Qing Lin's control, his words could be trusted. As for a test of soul strength… he merely smiled. His own soul had already reached the Late Heaven Realm, far beyond what most Dou Saints could comprehend. Even if the Demon Saint had once possessed an Emperor Realm soul, the remnant that lingered now, after countless years, could hardly pose a threat.
A spark of anticipation lit in Liu Xi's eyes. His faint smile vanished, replaced by calm determination as he straightened his posture and struck the armrest of his throne lightly.
"Qing Lin, Xian'er," he said firmly, "I'll go meet this remnant soul myself. Qing Lin, solidify control over the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Tribe. Rotate all stationed powerhouses back here and bring them under your Jade Snake Three-Flower Pupils — it will greatly aid your cultivation. Xian'er, the Dou Technique you used earlier displayed good potential. Refine it further. And continue your study of the Sky Quiet Poison Code. Once we move against the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe, we'll be facing real battles."
"Yes, Young Master!" both women replied in unison.
After giving his instructions, Liu Xi rose and followed Yao Ming deeper into the Underground Serene Snake Network. With Yao Ming now a completely loyal servant, there was no fear of betrayal.
They traveled swiftly, making no stops. In less than ten minutes, they reached an ancient altar built upon the deepest layers of the network. The altar was massive, forged from jade-green stone blocks, exuding an aura of solemnity and age. Standing atop it, one could overlook the entire surrounding mountain range — to view all mountains as small beneath one's feet.
At the altar's center stood a pale yellow monolith, towering nearly a hundred zhang high. It emanated a desolate yet enduring aura, as though it had weathered eternity itself.
"So this is the Yellow Spring Stone Tablet…" Liu Xi murmured, his eyes reflecting its faint glow. Strange runes shimmered across its surface, pulsing with life. Carved upon the tablet were a massive finger and palm print, from which flowed a stream of mysterious energy — undoubtedly the essence of the Yellow Spring Finger and Yellow Spring Palm.
Yao Ming stood a respectful distance behind, bowing low. "Yes, Young Master. This is the tribe's sacred tablet. The Yellow Spring Divine Anger and the Demon Saint's blood essence lie sealed within."
Liu Xi nodded slightly, amusement flickering across his lips. Under the control of the Jade Snake Three-Flower Pupils, Yao Ming's loyalty was absolute — precise, efficient, unquestioning.
Then Liu Xi's gaze sharpened. As his Spiritual Perception brushed the monolith, he felt a powerful, oppressive force press back — the unmistakable weight of an ancient soul.
"Even a remnant soul of such age still holds this level of power…" Liu Xi whispered, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "The soul of an Emperor truly is something to aspire to."
(End of Chapter)
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