Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Hiss!"

At the very moment the two made contact, the surface of the ancient stone stele began to ripple like liquid. Qian Renhan's soul was drawn in as if swallowed by a mysterious force, vanishing eerily before the stele.

While Qian Renhan's soul force entered the Nether Spring Demon Saint's stone stele, far away in a grand palace deep within the Nether Serpent Vein, a raucous gathering was taking place. Chiefs from various serpentfolk tribes had convened, and lively conversations and laughter echoed throughout the hall.

Seated upon the palace's throne was a man dressed in black. He had a rather handsome appearance, but his expression was laced with a sinister chill that could not be concealed. His half-closed eyes glinted coldly, like a venomous snake ready to strike its prey in an instant, sending chills down the spine of anyone who met his gaze.

Beside him, two enchantingly beautiful women were gently massaging his body with cautious reverence.

Suddenly, the black-robed man's half-closed eyes snapped open, a flicker of doubt flashing within them.

"Someone is attempting to access the stele left behind by the Nether Spring Demon Saint?"

"Great Elder, have you recently assigned anyone from the tribe to attempt the stele's trial?" he asked, glancing toward an elder seated below, upon whose shoulder coiled a blood-red venomous serpent.

The Great Elder pondered for a moment before shaking his head. "No, Clan Chief."

"Outrageous!" the black-robed man snapped, rising to his feet with a scowl. "The Heavenly High-Rank Dou Technique—Nether Spring Heaven's Wrath—recorded within that stele is of the utmost importance to our Nine Nether Earth Python Tribe. If some fool is meddling with it without permission and ends up damaging the stele, I'll tear them to pieces!"

As his voice fell, his figure vanished from the throne.

Rumble!

Inside the stele, in a sky tinged with ancient aura, thunder roared like enraged dragons. The deafening sound caused the heavens and earth to tremble violently.

Qian Renhan floated in midair, gazing in surprise at this peculiar space. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked toward the distant horizon of this hidden realm.

"To create such a spatial world within the confines of a single stone stele… it's exponentially more difficult than a Dou Saint creating a pocket space. This is the work of someone with one foot in the Dou Emperor realm. The Nether Spring Demon Saint… is truly formidable."

With that thought, Qian Renhan stepped forward, walking calmly through the void toward the depths of this space. As his footsteps echoed out, the thundering skies above seemed to be stirred. Bolts of lightning abruptly surged downward like a tidal wave, crashing toward him.

Yet despite the overwhelming assault, Qian Renhan's expression remained unchanged. His pace didn't falter in the slightest. Each lightning bolt that came within ten meters of his body was quietly dissolved by an invisible force, as if he were surrounded by a protective field.

The further Qian Renhan ventured, the more the thunder seemed to understand that it could not harm him. Gradually, the heavenly wrath dissipated. Just as the final streak of lightning faded from the realm, a dark yellow cloud layer suddenly rolled in overhead.

Then, with a deafening crack, an immensely powerful gale tore through the sky, crashing downward like divine judgment.

Yellow Spring Finger!

Qian Renhan paused briefly, lifting his head toward the sky. From within the dark clouds, a massive finger descended, tearing the heavens asunder. The overwhelming soul force it radiated made his eyes flicker. With his soul-cultivating technique obtained from the Pill Tower already circulating within, he straightened his posture and chose to face the attack head-on.

The enormous Yellow Spring Finger pierced through Qian Renhan's soul body, shattering upon impact and transforming into a cascade of light particles that flowed into his soul.

His spiritual form trembled slightly before stabilizing. This strike carried the equivalent force of a full-strength soul attack from an eighth-grade alchemist. Yet against Qian Renhan's soul, refined to the pinnacle of the Heavenly Realm, the damage was comparable to losing no more than a piece of fingernail.

Boom!

Just as the Yellow Spring Finger passed, the ground beneath Qian Renhan suddenly exploded. A giant yellow hand shot out like lightning. In a flash, it appeared beneath him, and with a powerful grip, it seized Qian Renhan's entire body tightly within its palm.

Qian Renhan closed his eyes, and an immense surge of soul power erupted from the center of his brow. The energy coalesced into the form of a giant python, which wrapped itself tightly around the massive yellow hand, crushing it apart with sheer force.

With a piercing shriek, the soul-formed python shattered the hand and surged toward the depths of the space.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound finally echoed through the void. As the python exploded, the mist ahead was suddenly parted—revealing a towering mountain that stood solemnly at the heart of the realm. At its summit sat an enormous throne, and upon that throne sat a figure cloaked in yellow fur robes, upright and imposing. From his body radiated a pressure so great that even the heavens and earth seemed to tremble beneath it.

"Young one, you do have some ability," the figure said flatly. "But this is not a place where you belong. Leave while you still can."

The calm voice, laced with soul pressure, slowly reached Qian Renhan's ears. Its resonance caused subtle ripples across his entire form.

Qian Renhan met the gaze of the Nether Spring Demon Saint and replied coolly, "I came here precisely for your essence blood and Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath. Why would I retreat before obtaining them? If you have any tricks left, unleash them all."

"You impudent whelp! You dare to act so arrogantly before me?"

The figure on the throne abruptly opened his eyes. In that instant, an intense soul fluctuation burst forth like a lightning-fast blade, slashing toward Qian Renhan with deadly precision.

"Spare me these time-wasting parlor tricks."

Instead of retreating, Qian Renhan advanced. With a flick of his sleeve, his own vast soul force surged outward, completely neutralizing the Nether Spring Demon Saint's attack.

The Nether Spring Demon Saint stood up in a flash. At the very moment he rose, the skies and lands surrounding the mountain ruptured violently.

"A soul at the peak of the Heavenly Realm... You truly possess the strongest soul I've seen in many years. But my own soul has already surpassed the Heavenly Realm—it has reached the Imperial Soul Realm!"

"But you are far past your prime," Qian Renhan replied coldly. "What remains of you now is merely a soul remnant. Your soul force is no longer significantly stronger than mine."

"Insolence!"

With a furious roar, the Nether Spring Demon Saint suddenly thrust both palms to the ground. The space trembled violently, and the land beneath Qian Renhan erupted. Countless massive hands burst forth from the earth like a torrential downpour, crashing down upon him from all directions.

Qian Renhan extended two fingers, concentrating his soul force. Two giant fingers shot forward to counter the endless hands—one pitch black, the other a deep earthen yellow. The black finger was the Great Annihilation Finger, while the yellow one was the Yellow Spring Finger he had just absorbed and begun to comprehend.

Qian Renhan used his overwhelming soul power to forcibly clash against and then absorb the Yellow Spring Finger, drawing it into his body to gain insight into its nature.

"So the Yellow Spring Finger has seven layers of power… This boy's talent far surpasses that of those little serpents."

As the two sides' attacks collided, the Nether Spring Demon Saint's hands moved like lightning, rapidly forming a strange and intricate seal. Bringing the seal to his lips, he unleashed a terrifying energy ripple. Under its force, the entire space seemed to collapse—the heavens and earth crumbled, as if doomsday had arrived.

"Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath!"

(End of Chapter)