Cai Lin: Holy Maiden of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan; if others can take the chief wife's seat, why can't I?

Nine Nether Yellow Springs.

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. With one arm around Cai Lin's supple waist, he raised his other hand and gently clenched it toward the distance. A ferocious fire dragon roared forth, devouring and annihilating the pitch-black shadow snake.

"To think there are living creatures this deep underground. I thought it was a land of death."

Yao Lao stroked his beard, studying the fire dragon formed from Essence Fire with keen interest and a gleam in his eyes. It certainly lived up to what Xuan Kongzi had called a "peculiar fire."

It was constructed from a mysterious kind of Soul Power, yet embodied the simplicity of the great Dao, like a foundational flame born from this very world. The fact that he could produce such a manifest flame showed how extraordinary this boy was...

No wonder he had risen like an unexpected army in such a short time. He truly was no ordinary youth.

"Let's go to the bottom of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs..."

Xiao Yan casually crushed another black snake. It scattered into crystalline fragments, yet seemed to gather again using the chilling power of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs and lunged at him.

"Could these things be manifestations of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs' consciousness?"

As the three descended, countless black snakes suddenly surged out around them and pounced. Even Yao Lao frowned slightly. An icy flame poured out around him, and amid a succession of hissing sounds, he cleared an empty zone through the surrounding snakes.

"Go!"

Yao Chen gave a low shout. Xiao Yan did not hesitate either. Holding Medusa, he unleashed the Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation Technique at full power. The Pale Golden Wings on his back shuddered violently, and he became a streak of golden light that hurtled downward.