Yellow Springs Demon Saint

As the two touched, ripples spread across the ancient Stone Stele's surface like liquid, and Xiao Ming's soul seemed to be swallowed, vanishing eerily before it.

Rumble!

Across the ancient sky, lightning roared wildly like enraged dragons. The thunderous booms shook the entire world violently.

"So this is the space hidden within the Stone Stele..."

Xiao Ming floated in midair, surprise flickering through his eyes as he surveyed this strange space. Then he gazed toward its distant end.

A temple loomed faintly in the distance.

"To create such a vast space within a Stone Stele, the Yellow Springs Demon Saint truly lived up to his reputation."

With a soft sigh, Xiao Ming stepped through the void and slowly headed deeper into the space.

As he moved, the lightning in the sky seemed to be drawn toward him, suddenly crashing down upon him in a dense barrage.

Yet Xiao Ming remained unmoved by such an assault, his steps never slowing. Any bolt of lightning that entered within thirty meters of him was silently shattered by an invisible force, as though he stood within an unseen protective barrier.

Boom!

As Xiao Ming ventured deeper, the lightning seemed to realize it could do nothing to him and gradually subsided. When the final bolt vanished from the world, a layer of dark yellow clouds suddenly emerged overhead. Immediately afterward, an extremely powerful gale tore through heaven and earth and bore down fiercely upon him.

"Yellow Springs Finger..."

Xiao Ming paused slightly and raised his head, watching the enormous finger that tore through the world as it shot from the clouds. His eyes stirred faintly. With a gentle sweep of his sleeve, flames surged from beneath it, filling the sky. As the flames spun and shifted, a Five-Colored Sun emerged, radiating endless light and heat.