With Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder slain, the many experts of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan sensed their Clan Chief's death.
After all, at their level, they each had a Soul Talisman linking them to one another.
Upon sensing the deaths of the clan's two strongest elders, they all looked alarmed. Yet when they emerged to search for those two experts, they unexpectedly encountered Yao Ming.
Although the two brothers looked extremely alike, these experts of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan still recognized that the somewhat disheveled man before them, whose strength surpassed Yao Xiaotian's, was their former Clan Chief, Yao Ming.
Yao Ming showed little surprise at their shock. With a few brief explanations and instructions, he swiftly quelled the unrest.
His prestige within the Nine Netherworld Python Clan had always been immense. After he casually slew several dissenters loyal to Yao Xiaotian, peace quickly returned to the clan.
Even Xiao Yan inwardly nodded in approval at his methods.
Yao Ming surpassed Yao Xiaotian in more than cultivation talent alone. Given enough time, he might well become a figure on the level of an ancient great clan's chief.
Of course, none of that concerned Xiao Yan. Seemingly aware that Xiao Yan had been waiting all along, Yao Ming dared not delay. After briefly settling the clan's affairs, he led Xiao Yan to an ancient altar in the mountains behind them.
The altar was tall and magnificent, built entirely from enormous blue-green stones. At its summit stood a massive pale-yellow stone tablet roughly a thousand feet tall.
Merely standing there, the pale-yellow tablet lent the place an almost eternal aura. An ancient presence emanated from it, carrying the traces of passing ages.
"Is this the Yellow Springs Stone Tablet?"
As Xiao Yan gazed at the enormous, ancient tablet, curiosity