Yao Xiao Tian

The aftershocks from the collapse of the Yellow Spring Yin Stone mountain had yet to fade, and the sharp crack of the broken chains still echoed through the dark sky at the bottom of the Yellow Spring when Xiao Ling withdrew the sharp blade condensed with the Power of Space.

The fragments rustled together, once more taking the form of the Godfall Weapon. It hovered quietly above his palm, its edge concealed, leaving only a faint, cold metallic gleam.

He raised his eyes and swept his gaze over the four taut black chains still binding Yao Ming. Following the direction in which the chains extended, he saw three more Yellow Spring Yin Stone mountains standing in the shadows deep within the Yellow Spring, identical to the one before. Their bodies were black as ink, restrictions flowed across their surfaces, and they continuously emitted frigid sealing power.

Seeing that this method worked, Xiao Ling did not delay. His body flashed like lightning toward the other three mountains forged from Yellow Spring Yin Stone.

He repeated the process. Spiritual Power spread from between his brows, while the Godfall Weapon in his palm divided and reassembled, transforming into a sharp blade carrying the Power of Space as it came crashing down in fierce strokes.

All three indestructible black mountains split apart with a deafening roar, rubble and freezing currents scattering in every direction.

As the last mountain collapsed with a tremendous crash, the final black chain wrapped around Yao Ming also completely lost its source of energy. It shattered inch by inch into dust and vanished into the dark currents of the Yellow Spring.

The instant the chains broke, Yao Ming felt a vast power burst free from every limb and bone. The sealing restriction that had occupied his body for centuries melted