BTTH : Emperor Yang

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”That Yao Xiaotian and the Grand Elder should also have had the qualifications to cultivate Yellow Spring Divine Anger, right? If they had used it earlier, and we were caught off guard, wouldn’t we have been wiped out on the spot?” Xiao Yan wiped cold sweat from his forehead, still shaken.

Medusa, Qing Lin, and the others also felt a wave of lingering fear.

If Yao Xiaotian and the Grand Elder had truly succeeded in cultivating Yellow Spring Divine Anger and used it in the previous battle, the outcome would have been completely different.

A High-Level Heaven Grade Dou Technique was already extremely rare even in ancient times, and one that specifically targeted the soul... even imagining it was terrifying.

Whether it was Yao Xiaotian or the Grand Elder, if either had unleashed it, the only one here who might barely withstand it would be Wei Yang, relying on his late-stage Heaven Realm soul.

That was only because Yao Xiaotian and the Grand Elder were merely One-Star in cultivation.

”Actually, no. For so many years, no one in my clan has ever succeeded in cultivating Yellow Spring Divine Anger, including myself.”

Yao Ming shook his head with a bitter smile: ”The technique is sealed deep within the stone tablet. We cannot obtain the method at all, and because we fear damaging the Demon Saint’s blood essence stored inside, no one dares to forcefully break it open.”

”So for so many years, our clan has basically guarded a mountain of treasure we cannot obtain.”

Xiao Yan frowned: ”According to that, even generations of strong Nine Serene Deep Ground Python clan experts were unable to obtain the cultivation method. How could we possibly do it?”

”Haha, others may not be able to, but you and the master should have no problem.” Yao Ming laughed.

”Oh?” Xiao Yan raised a brow. ”Because of the Heavenly Flames?”

”That is one reason. Heavenly Flames are powerful, but for the Yellow Spring Stone Tablet, Heavenly Flame alone isn’t enough. You also need an extremely strong soul power.”

Yao Ming grinned: ”If I’m not mistaken, the master and Brother Xiao Yan should both be alchemy grandmasters, right?”

”Barely at the edge of the grandmaster realm,” Wei Yang nodded slightly.

”Then that’s fine,” Yao Ming said as he clapped his hands. ”Inside the stone tablet is a wisp of the Demon Saint Huang Quan’s residual soul, and the method to cultivate Yellow Spring Divine Anger is held by that remnant soul.”

”We magic beasts are not skilled in the soul techniques. Even with my strength, I cannot do anything to that remnant soul.”

”In the past, the clan discussed inviting a human alchemy grandmaster, but we feared exposing the existence of the stone tablet and attracting greedy eyes. So the plan was abandoned.”

”After all, besides Yellow Spring Divine Anger, the stone tablet also contains the Demon Saint’s blood essence. If word spread, even Dou Sheng experts wouldn’t be able to sit still.”

”So most of the clan’s elders only know the stone tablet exists. Very few know what secrets lie inside.”

”But the master and Brother Xiao Yan are alchemy grandmasters, and you both possess Heavenly Flames. Working together, even if you cannot subdue the remnant soul, you should at least be able to retreat safely.”

”In that case, let’s give it a try tomorrow and see if we can handle the Demon Saint’s remnant soul inside the stele,” Wei Yang said after thinking briefly, nodding.

Xiao Yan also nodded. A great opportunity like this—once encountered, how could they possibly let it slip by?

At the Dou Sheng realm, every step forward was extremely difficult.

”Then, since everyone exhausted themselves in battle today and is not in the best condition, why don’t we rest for the night? I also need to reorganize the clan’s affairs. Tomorrow morning, I will bring you to the Yellow Spring Stone Tablet.”

Happiness filled Yao Ming’s face.

If they could successfully open the stone tablet, he too would gain tremendous benefits. Not to mention the Demon Saint’s blood essence—just mastering Yellow Spring Divine Anger would propel his strength by an entire level.

The signature technique of the Demon Saint Huang Quan... how could it possibly be overrated?

”Alright. We’ll rest tonight and go tomorrow,” Wei Yang said, glancing at the injured Qing Lin, Medusa, and Ah Da.

That day, the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python clan experienced a massive upheaval. Yao Xiaotian was killed, and the Grand Elder was suppressed and sealed at the bottom of Serene Spring. Throughout the night, bloodshed was unavoidable.

After regaining his position as clan leader, Yao Ming did not hesitate. He raised his blade and carried out a thorough purge of the clan.

There was no mercy.

Wei Yang and the others did not concern themselves with these matters. They simply stayed in their rooms, quietly resting and recovering. After all, these were internal affairs of the clan. As outsiders, it was not their place to interfere too much.

As time passed, the unrest that lasted through the night finally began to settle with the arrival of dawn. When the morning light spilled down from the horizon, the entire Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan had already changed rulers.

”Master.”

Yao Ming had arrived early in the courtyard where Wei Yang’s group resided. He bowed slightly and said, ”Everything has been settled. I have now completely taken control of the clan’s affairs.”

At this moment, he was already dressed in a resplendent royal robe, a crown upon his head — no longer bearing even a trace of yesterday’s battered and wretched appearance.

Creak~

The door opened.

Wei Yang stepped out, stood under the eaves, stretched lazily, and nodded: ”Well done. Arrange people to keep a close watch on the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan. If there’s any sign of a large-scale mobilization, notify me immediately.”

”Understood. I’ve already made the arrangements,” Yao Ming replied.

Regarding his master’s intention to fully support Eastern Dragon Island, he was naturally well aware. Dealing with those mangy birds? He feared them not in the slightest.

At this moment, Xiao Yan and the others also walked out of their rooms. After a night of rest, they too had recovered significantly.

Seeing the completely renewed, dignified Yao Ming, all of them greeted him with smiles.

”Yao Ming, congratulations on reclaiming your authority,” Xiao Yan said.

”Hehe.” Yao Ming smiled as well, cupping his fists politely.

”Let’s go,” Wei Yang said once everyone had gathered. He gestured for Yao Ming to lead the way.

Thus, the group followed Yao Ming and shot directly toward the back mountain behind the royal palace. They did not stop along the way, and roughly ten minutes later, they landed atop an ancient altar.

This altar was astonishingly grand, entirely built from massive blue stones. Standing at its summit allowed one to overlook the entire palace below and vast stretches of the surrounding territory.

Wei Yang’s group slowly descended, landing at the top of the altar.

In the center stood a massive pale-yellow stone tablet, about a hundred feet tall, silent and unmoving through countless years. An ancient, desolate aura spread from it, as though it had existed since time immemorial.

”So this is the legendary Yellow Spring Stone Tablet?”

Wei Yang and the others raised their heads, gazing up at the colossal monument, feeling the quiet passage of the ages.

No matter how brilliant or peerless one once was, they could never escape the erosion of time. Even an existence like the Demon Saint Huang Quan — in the end, only a stele remained as the faint trace of their past glory.

From ancient times until now, who knew how many prodigies had been buried beneath this vast land?

The founders of the Eight Ancient Clans, the Era of the Emperors, Light Emperor, Tuo She Ancient God, the Demon Saint Huang Quan, the Purifying Demonic Lotus Saint, Xiao Xuan... all were once unrivaled figures.

One rises as another falls; yet in the end, all leave the stage with lingering regrets.

”Is there truly an existence that can transcend everything? One who stands at the very end of the Great Dao, seated above the long river of time, overlooking all living beings?” Wei Yang murmured internally, hands clasped behind his back.

Heaven cannot bury them, earth cannot contain them, time cannot erode them, and karma cannot bind them. The past untraceable, the future unknowable — existing only in the present. Not to be thought, not to be spoken, not to be conceived.

Such an existence does not exist in the Great Thousand World, and likely never will. The so-called ’Sovereigns’ of the Great Thousand were merely names on a ranking — far from true transcendence.

He wondered... outside the Great Thousand World, could such beings exist? Where exactly did the Extraterritorial Evil Clans come from? How fascinating... how enviable...

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