Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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While Qian Renhan's soul battled the Nether Spring Demon Saint, the Nine Nether Earth Python Tribe's patriarch, Yao Xiaotian, also arrived at the scene. When he saw Qian Renhan sitting cross-legged before the stele and sensed not a trace of magical beast aura from him, his rage erupted instantly.

"Damn human! You dared to infiltrate our sacred ground? Since you've come, then stay here forever!"

With a casual wave of his hand, Yao Xiaotian struck Qian Renhan's body, expecting to see flesh and blood fly in every direction. But instead, all that happened was the tearing of Qian Renhan's black robe, revealing smooth, ivory-white skin beneath—unbroken, unmarred.

Because of the Heaven-Tier cultivation method's automatic circulation, Qian Renhan's body was constantly in a state of defense. He wasn't in a weakened state that would allow scrap metal blows to injure him.

In the original story, the skeletal body left behind by the Fortune Saint at the Dou Saint ruins retained no flesh and only a sliver of saintly consciousness—yet could still unleash power on par with a six- or seven-star Dou Venerate.

"This…" Yao Xiaotian's expression darkened. His body trembled violently, and an overwhelming wave of icy energy erupted from him, causing the entire world to tremble. Above his head, energy surged and coalesced at lightning speed into a massive palm nearly a thousand meters wide, imbued with an intense, bone-chilling cold.

"Die!"

With a single utterance, the enormous palm came crashing down, its terrifying force instantly shattering the surrounding space around Qian Renhan.

As the dust settled, Qian Renhan was still sitting there—unharmed. Other than a few disheveled strands of hair, he remained completely intact.

"How is this possible? I don't believe it! Yellow Spring Finger!"

Vast energy gathered rapidly under Yao Xiaotian's control, forming a towering, dark yellow finger several hundred meters long. Its surface was coarse and cracked, but it emanated a faint aura of destruction. From a distance, it looked like a divine pillar piercing the heavens.

"One Finger of the Yellow Spring, severing life and death!"

With a fierce thrust of his finger, the enormous Yellow Spring Finger in the sky rumbled violently and blasted downward. Entire swathes of space collapsed, and even the altar beneath them cracked.

With a deafening boom, Qian Renhan's body, still seated cross-legged, was finally sent flying—embedded into the cliff wall behind him, his limbs limp like a corpse.

"This time, it must be over."

Yao Xiaotian walked over to Qian Renhan's body. His eyes fell on the point of impact where the Yellow Spring Finger had struck. The ivory skin had turned slightly red and showed a faint abrasion, but it quickly healed. Yao Xiaotian's face froze completely, his pupils dilated in disbelief as he stumbled two steps back, muttering with a trembling voice,

"Impossible… how can a body be this strong?!"

"Patriarch, what's the matter?" The Grand Elder, having heard the commotion, arrived at the altar and looked curiously at Yao Xiaotian. Following his line of sight, the elder saw Qian Renhan's body. His brows furrowed.

"A human?"

"Grand Elder… I think I may have accidentally disrespected a very powerful senior," Yao Xiaotian muttered, recounting everything that had just happened.

After hearing it all, the Grand Elder narrowed his eyes.

"Patriarch, from what you've described, his soul has entered the stele to seize Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath. Since we've treated this senior's body so disrespectfully, once his soul returns, he will never let us go. Our only option now is to send his body to join Yaoming."

"If we can use the sacred spring's waters to extinguish the life force in this body, we may even be able to seize this incredibly powerful vessel for ourselves—swap souls and completely take it over!"

"Patriarch, that senior could return at any moment. We must act swiftly."

Hearing this, Yao Xiaotian's expression turned cold again. A sinister smile crept onto his face.

"This is a stroke of incredible fortune. A mere human trying to steal our tribe's ultimate treasure? He must be tired of living. Grand Elder, we have no time to waste—let's move!"

"Sealing Art: Yellow Spring Grand Seal!"

The Yellow Spring Grand Seal—a mid-tier Heaven-Rank technique—was the Nine Nether Earth Python Tribe's ancestral sealing art.

Yao Xiaotian and the Grand Elder simultaneously transformed into their true forms. Together, they transported Qian Renhan's body to the edge of the Nine Nether Yellow Spring and let out a furious roar. In response, an overwhelming surge of cold, sinister power erupted from the spring below. Under Yao Xiaotian's control and fused with his boundless Dou Qi, the icy force rapidly condensed into a massive black seal the size of a mountain, covered in countless eerie runes.

"Suppress!"

As his voice rang out, the black seal trembled and pierced through space in a flash. In the next instant, it appeared above Qian Renhan's body—then crashed down, slamming his flesh directly into the depths of the Nine Nether Yellow Spring!

"Boom! Boom!"

The black seal crashed down upon the lake's surface, sending countless towering water columns bursting skyward. A terrifying ripple of energy expanded outward, instantly leveling everything within the deep abyss.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing this, the giant serpentine forms of Yao Xiaotian and the Grand Elder burst into triumphant laughter. Drawing upon the chilling power of the Nine Nether Yellow Spring, the two one-star Dou Saints had joined forces to unleash this technique. Even a two-star Dou Saint at the early stage would have their Dou Qi instantly sealed if struck directly. Without a soul, no matter how powerful the flesh, it would eventually succumb to the icy cold, its Dou Qi drained dry by the unrelenting chill.

The Grand Elder said gleefully, "Patriarch, let us return to the altar. Once we destroy that human's soul, there will be no loose ends. This powerful body will be yours!"

Yao Xiaotian nodded. Just the thought of Qian Renhan's monstrous physical strength brought another round of laughter. The two reverted to human form and returned to the stele at the altar, recovering their Dou Qi as they patiently waited for Qian Renhan's soul to emerge.

Inside the Stele—

"Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath!"

Sensing a fluctuation that even made his heart tremble slightly, Qian Renhan's expression turned somber. A battle of souls was far more dangerous than one of Dou Qi—just a single misstep could lead to soul collapse. And once the soul disintegrated, a person's life would vanish completely from between heaven and earth.

"Moo!"

A destructive sonic wave followed the ancient incantation from the Demon Saint's lips. Like a storm, the soundwave swept across the entire space. Everything caught in its path was reduced to nothingness. A black radiance shrouded the void, leaving behind only a single lonely mountain standing tall amidst the dark emptiness. Atop that peak, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint slumped back onto his throne. His already illusory body became even more translucent—clearly, this attack had cost him dearly.

The Demon Saint lifted his head, gazing at the dark and empty void as he slowly muttered,

"To fall under the Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath... you can consider that a worthy death."

Faced with this deadly blow, Qian Renhan's form became slightly more transparent. He separated a thick bundle of soul power from his hand and pushed it toward the Yellow Spring Demon Saint.

"Explode!"

With a flash of black light, the condensed soul energy detonated. Violent black mist spread in all directions. The horrifying power tore apart everything behind him—obliterated in the soul burst.

In order for this soul fragment to explode like a true soul detonation, Qian Renhan had to separate a sliver of his soul's origin essence. The blow nearly forced his soul realm down from the peak of the Heavenly Realm to merely the late stage.

As the shockwaves dissipated, silence fell over the space inside the stele. The thunder had vanished, the clouds had dispersed. Only Qian Renhan, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, and the mountain throne beneath him remained.

(End of Chapter)