Yellow Springs Demon Saint

"Hiss!"

The instant Xiao Ling's soul body touched the stone stele, the ancient, unadorned stele that had lain silent for countless ages rippled like melting spring water.

A vast and overwhelming suction force abruptly swept out from the depths of the stele. Xiao Ling's soul body offered no resistance whatsoever, as though swallowed by an invisible vortex. With a flicker, he vanished strangely from before the stele, as if he had never been there.

Yao Ming took in the entire scene, a trace of surprise flashing through his dark pupils before his gaze involuntarily shifted to the center of the altar.

There, Xiao Ling's physical body remained seated cross-legged, his eyes tightly shut. His breathing was long and steady, his aura calm as water, without the slightest ripple.

After watching curiously for a moment, Yao Ming did not linger. He turned and found a corner of the altar, where he too sat cross-legged, gathered his thoughts, and began cultivating in earnest.

The surrounding natural energy slowly converged around him along invisible paths.

"Rumble—!"

Deafening thunder tore through the heavens. Lead-gray clouds churned like a raging sea, while streaks of violet-gold lightning, like furious dragons breaking free of their shackles, roared and raged wildly across the ancient, desolate sky. The earth-shaking clamor made the entire space tremble violently, and even the air rippled visibly beneath that pressure.

"So this is the hidden space inside the stone stele?"

Xiao Ling's soul body hovered in midair as his gaze swept across the hazy, chaotic world, undisguised astonishment flickering in his dark eyes.

He then looked into the distance, his gaze piercing through the layers of mist until it landed at the end of this space. There, a vast and majestic divine hall stood silently. Its outline appeared and vanished amid lightning and