Demon Saint Essence Blood, Cultivation

When everything in this lonely world had already returned to calm, the phantom of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint also slowly steadied himself. He looked at the ruins before him, and beneath his already indistinct face, there was a trace of hesitation.

The Xiao Yan before him had not died in bitterness because of his Yellow Springs Sky Wrath. Instead, he was still standing in front of him, deep-red flames turning into a red lotus that coiled around Xiao Yan's body.

The invisible ancient bell had already shattered, but relying on the protection of the Heavenly Flame, even when the Yellow Springs Sky Wrath finally broke through that Brahma Sound Image, it had not injured Xiao Yan's soul.

"—What Heavenly Flame is this?"

The Yellow Springs Demon Saint could not help hesitating slightly, and a trace of doubt also involuntarily surfaced on his face.

Back when he had run rampant across the Dou Qi Continent, he had never sensed the aura of such a Heavenly Flame. Instead, it felt as though many Heavenly Flames had been mixed together, yet its might was not weak either.

However, after pondering for a moment, the Yellow Springs Demon Saint still could not figure out why. He could not help gently shaking his head. After all, he now had only a wisp of remnant soul left, and over the course of far too many long years, he had already forgotten far, far too many things. He did not understand Heavenly Flames much either, so trying to identify it now was naturally no easy matter.

However, it no longer mattered—

"Forget it. Though it was a trick, you did at least endure the Yellow Springs Sky Wrath. You also have a Heavenly Flame protecting you, so you should have had some chance of victory to