Yellow Springs Heavenly Wrath

Xiao Ling's calm gaze fell upon the figure seated on the throne. After standing still for a moment, a confident, flamboyant smile suddenly curved his lips as he spoke loudly:

"Since Senior Demon Saint left behind his inheritance and essence blood within this stone tablet, he must have intended for a fated descendant to inherit them. Having entered this space, what I seek is precisely this ancient inheritance. If I do not give it my all and try, how could I willingly leave?"

"Besides, I have complete confidence in my own strength. Passing the later trials you left behind should not be much of a problem!"

At his words, a flash of surprise suddenly crossed the Yellow Springs Demon Saint's eyes, deep as ancient wells.

Ordinary people, upon seeing his phantom, would likely have been trembling with excitement or even too flustered to speak coherently. Yet Xiao Ling remained utterly composed, without the slightest ripple in his expression, as though he had long expected his appearance.

Such composure caused even the Yellow Springs Demon Saint's heart, which had lain still for countless years, to stir with a faint, nearly imperceptible ripple.

"Your talent is not bad," the Yellow Springs Demon Saint said evenly, though his tone now carried a measure of scrutiny. "The strength of your Soul Power is likely no weaker than the late Heavenly Realm. Yet this fluctuation... is rather peculiar. Even I cannot quite see through it."

He nodded slightly, seemingly granting Xiao Ling a bit more approval. "Interesting. I can grant your request."

Then his tone abruptly changed. A terrifying pressure far surpassing the previous one burst forth from the phantom, so powerful that the entire stone tablet space began to tremble violently, while even the void groaned beneath the unbearable strain.

"However, let me remind