Demonic Sage's Essence Blood, Cultivation

Once everything in this lonely expanse had returned to calm, the phantom of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint gradually steadied himself. Looking at the ruins before him, his indistinct face showed a trace of hesitation.

Xiao Yan had not perished beneath Yellow Springs Heavenly Wrath. Instead, he still stood before him, deep crimson flames forming red lotuses that coiled around Xiao Yan's body.

The invisible ancient bell had already shattered, but under the protection of the Heavenly Flames, even when Yellow Springs Heavenly Wrath finally broke through that phantom image of Sanskrit chants, Xiao Yan's soul had not been harmed.

"What kind of Heavenly Flame is this?"

The Yellow Springs Demon Saint could not help hesitating slightly, a flicker of doubt appearing on his face.

Back when he had roamed unchallenged across the Dou Qi Continent, he had never sensed the aura of such a Heavenly Flame. It instead felt as though many Heavenly Flames had been fused together, yet its power was far from weak.

However, after pondering for a moment, the Yellow Springs Demon Saint still could not make sense of it. He lightly shook his head. After all, as a remnant soul, he had forgotten far too many things over the endlessly long years. He had never known much about Heavenly Flames to begin with, so naturally, distinguishing it now was no easy task.

Still, it did not matter—

"Forget it. Though you took a shortcut, you at least endured Yellow Springs Heavenly Wrath. You possess Heavenly Flames to protect yourself, so you should have had some chance of success. Why borrow another's strength?"

"If I did not accept it, would that not leave her worrying herself sick?"

Xiao Yan shook his head and replied, causing even the remnant soul of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint to