Within the space of the Yellow Springs Stone Tablet, as the Yellow Springs Palm was forcibly shaken apart by Lin Ming and burst into yellow motes of light that scattered across the sky, Lin Ming's figure appeared once more amid this turbulent world, completely unharmed, his robes fluttering and his expression calm.
At that moment, Lin Ming slowly raised his head. His gaze seemed to pierce through layer upon layer of spatial barriers and energy turbulence, looking toward the deepest part of this strange world, toward the source that radiated the oldest and most powerful fluctuating aura.
Then a shout that was not loud, yet seemed to contain some strange rhythm, rang out from Lin Ming's mouth with clarity and steadiness.
The shout echoed through this space filled with destruction and violent aura, every word seeming to carry the weight of a thousand tons!
"Senior Yellow Springs Demon Saint, show yourself! These probing methods may be exquisite beyond compare, and they contain the true essence of Dou Techniques, enough to throw the vast majority of those who come here into disarray, even force them to retreat... but they cannot stop me."
"So I ask you, Senior... do not stint on your guidance. Please appear and meet me."
His voice was like thunder, rolling outward, spreading to every corner of this space and toward those unknown depths.
"Rumble—!!!"
Not long after Lin Ming's words fell, this strange space seemed to be utterly enraged, or perhaps some existence that had lain silent for countless ages had finally been awakened.
Not far ahead, that stretch of relatively calm charred-black earth suddenly churned and bulged violently like boiling water!
Immediately after, amid a deafening roar, a towering, perilous, enormous Mountain Peak, dark yellow from top to bottom, broke through the ground and rose with