Mo Lin was the first to finish his cultivation.
When he awakened from deep meditation, the Yin Yang Energies circulating around him had become even more harmonious and restrained, while his comprehension of the Law of Extreme Yin had deepened considerably.
After a rough estimate, he figured four or five days had passed outside. Turning his gaze toward Cai Lin beside him, he saw that she was still wrapped in dense Eight-Colored Radiance and pure Yellow Springs Energy. Her aura was vast yet steady; she was clearly at the crucial stage of consolidating her evolution.
However, just as Mo Lin prepared to continue standing guard, his keen soul perception suddenly caught something within the ink-thick Yellow Springs Water surrounding them. At some unknown moment, faint yet exceptionally pure Seven-Colored Light Spots had quietly appeared.
At first, these light spots were like fireflies, drifting aimlessly. But soon, as though strongly drawn by the bloodline of the same origin within Cai Lin, they began gathering from the darkness in every direction.
More and more light spots gathered, gradually taking shape—they were tiny snakes only about a foot long, their bodies brilliant with seven colors and as solid as living creatures!
They were not physical beings, but extremely condensed Soul Energy Bodies. Ancient, weathered intelligence gleamed within every pair of snake eyes.
"These are... remnants of Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Pythons?" Surprise flashed through Mo Lin's eyes before realization dawned on him.
Of course. The bottom of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs was not only capable of nourishing flesh and bloodlines with its frigid power; it was also an ideal place to nurture Remnant Souls. During ancient times, this place had likely been an important nest or burial ground of the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python Clan. Sensing that Cai Lin, their sole bloodline descendant,