Yellow Springs Demon Saint

As night fell, the skies over the Central Plains were stained with deep ink-like darkness. Beneath the hazy moonlight, Starfall Pavilion was outlined in a majestic, imposing silhouette.

Mist curled around the mountains like gauze, setting off the staggered pavilions and halls like an immortal realm. The wind chimes hanging from the eaves occasionally tinkled in the breeze, their clear, ethereal notes breaking the stillness of the night while making the solitude feel all the deeper.

Lingyue Peak lay at the heart of Starfall Pavilion. Its mountains were lush and green, ancient trees soared into the sky, and courtyards were hidden amid dense forests. The blue bricks and dark tiles gleamed with a gentle luster beneath the moonlight.

Within the courtyard, stone paths wound between flowing streams. The murmur of water mingled with the insects chirping in the woods, forming a natural lullaby. Only the quiet chamber built beside the cliff still gave off a faint glow, echoing the starlight that filled the heavens.

The quiet chamber contained no unnecessary furnishings. Its floor was laid with warm white jade tiles, while luminous pearls embedded in the walls gave off a soft radiance that illuminated every detail within. A faint fragrance of spiritual herbs lingered in the air, calming the mind and focusing the spirit. It was an excellent place for cultivation.

Xiao Ling sat cross-legged atop a cushion in the center of the chamber, straight as a pine, his eyes lightly closed and his expression tranquil. His breathing was long and steady, every inhalation and exhalation carrying a mysterious rhythm, as though resonating with some breath between heaven and earth.

Countless specks of white light quietly emerged from the void around him. They resembled shattered starlight, or perhaps morning dew at dawn, clear and lustrous.

These white particles were remarkably