Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"No wonder it's the signature technique of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint—just a residual soul casting it already carries such overwhelming power."

Qian Renhan sighed in admiration as he gazed at the nearly transparent remnant of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint. "So, did I pass?"

The Demon Saint looked at Qian Renhan with surprise, impressed by his ruthless decisiveness. "I didn't expect you would choose to resist that move by detonating a portion of your soul force. I assume your soul has suffered some significant damage, hasn't it?"

Qian Renhan responded flatly, "A minor injury. Nothing worth mentioning. A little rest will heal it."

"All these years, you are the first to survive the Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath." The Demon Saint's remnant soul stared at Qian Renhan for a long moment. Then, for the first time in what seemed like eternity, he revealed a faint smile. Leaning back against his throne, his voice grew wistful: "This day was bound to come."

"You've endured the Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath. Naturally, what you came for will be given to you." With that, the Demon Saint raised his hand and flicked his finger. A wave of soul energy shot out, floating to a stop before Qian Renhan.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Qian Renhan reached out and grabbed the soul fluctuation. It transformed into streams of information that surged into his mind. Immediately, pages of cultivation techniques surfaced in his sea of consciousness, written in characters imbued with an ancient aura.

"Senior, do you have any final wishes?"

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint paused, visibly surprised. Most people who received his legacy would be ecstatic beyond words, but this young man's first thought was to ask about his final wishes.

The Demon Saint smiled faintly. "What regrets could I possibly have? In my era, I reached the pinnacle of power—peerless, invincible. My mission was merely to wait for someone capable of defeating me and passing on my knowledge. Your soul strength has already reached the threshold needed to cultivate Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath."

He spread his palm open, and as he did, his ethereal body began to release faint golden streams. Those streams gathered in his palm, quickly condensing into a ball of golden liquid.

"If I truly have any regrets, it's that my ultimate technique never got the chance to shine again in the Dou Qi Continent. And as for that legendary 'Emperor Realm'—even after cultivating for a thousand years, I was never able to take that final step. Something essential seems to be missing in this world that prevents me from breaking through."

As he caressed the golden liquid, the tone of his voice was filled with boundless melancholy and unwillingness.

After another long glance at the golden essence in his hand, the Demon Saint finally let out a sigh. With a wave of his hand, the golden liquid floated toward Qian Renhan.

"To arrive here is fate. To endure the Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath is strength. The Yellow Spring's techniques are not passed to the mediocre. You... are not mediocre."

"Young one, your physical body has already been sealed by those two little snakes outside. The flow of time in this place is several times faster than the outside world. Before I vanish completely, allow me to witness the Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath once more."

The ability to alter time flow relative to the outside world is something only someone at the Emperor level can achieve. Within the Dou Qi Continent, only four places possess such a phenomenon: the Tou She Ancient Emperor's Cave, the Ancient Clan's Sky Tomb, the Nirvana Lotus Flame Realm—and the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's Stele.

Hearing this, Qian Renhan glanced outward at the two Nine Nether Earth Python elders waiting to recover their Dou Qi. A cold light flickered in his eyes.

"Many thanks, Senior."

With his soul at the peak of the Heavenly Realm, Qian Renhan's combat power was no weaker than that of a two-star Dou Saint. On top of that, he specialized in soul-based techniques. Even though he had sacrificed a portion of his soul's origin, he was still more than capable of annihilating the two Nine Nether Earth Python elders outside. Nonetheless, he appreciated the Demon Saint's kindness.

Back outside the stele, atop the altar—

Yao Xiaotian and the others watched the still figure of Qian Renhan sitting on the stone pedestal. Nearly an entire afternoon had passed.

The Grand Elder frowned. "Patriarch, when our clan's powerhouses have entered the stele in the past, none lasted longer than half an hour. It's been an entire afternoon already. That human has likely already been wiped out by the Demon Saint's remnant soul. Should we keep waiting?"

"Wait for another half an hour."

Just as Yao Xiaotian uttered those words, the stele suddenly erupted with a burst of intense light. From within that blinding radiance, a soul-form shot out at incredible speed—it was none other than Qian Renhan's soul body.

"A human—you're still alive?!"

"Boom!"

Right as those words fell, a deep rumble echoed from the surface of the stele. The crowd's eyes widened as, above the existing finger and palm imprints, a mouth-shaped mark began to emerge. From within that newly formed mouth, a strange and ominous wave of energy began to ripple outward.

"Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath!"

Yao Xiaotian and the Grand Elder were both overwhelmed with ecstatic joy.

"Grand Elder, now's our chance! Let's end this human right now!"

Qian Renhan let out a disdainful laugh. "Just the two of you?"

Yao Xiaotian sneered coldly. "If you still had your physical body, perhaps I would have held back. But now you're just a soul form—and you dare act arrogant in front of our Nine Nether Earth Python clan?"

"Oh? You both desire to cultivate Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath, don't you? Then let it be the cause of your deaths." Qian Renhan's eyes grew frosty. "According to Senior Yellow Spring's own words, it should be an honor for two one-star Dou Saints like you to perish under this technique."

As he finished speaking, Qian Renhan quickly formed a series of hand seals and pressed them against his lips. In an instant, an overwhelmingly terrifying wave surged forth. Under its pulse, everything on the altar—except the stele itself—was reduced to rubble.

Yao Xiaotian and the Grand Elder, standing closest to the blast, didn't even have time to scream. Their souls were instantly shattered, blood seeping from every orifice. Their corpses dropped to the ground—two massive Nine Nether Earth Pythons, now lifeless.

"Hah, the percentage-based mechanics of Douluo soul rings really are a bug under the right conditions."

Qian Renhan couldn't help but marvel. He realized that the high-tier Heaven-rank technique Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath functioned similarly to his sister's sixth spirit ability, Angel's Roar. Angel's Roar used a special mechanism to convert 50% of her expended soul power into a spiritual attack. Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath, on the other hand, transformed Dou Qi into a mental attack.

And in this world, mental power in Douluo Dalu was essentially equivalent to soul force in the Battle Through the Heavens universe.

No wonder that when Qian Renhan first arrived on the Dou Qi continent, the world instinctively rejected the presence of spirit rings. After all, that percentage-based system was utterly broken—regardless of the world it appeared in.

Next, Qian Renhan's soul body transformed into a streak of light and entered Yao Xiaotian's corpse. Until he could retrieve his own true body, he would temporarily make use of this one. After all, the frigid energy of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs was too harsh for a soul body to withstand. Attempting to retrieve his real body now would require an enormous amount of soul power—too risky. He could end up like Yao Lao, forced into constant hibernation.

The only unfortunate part was that both Yao Xiaotian and the Grand Elder's souls had been reduced to dust by Yellow Spring Heaven's Wrath. Even if Qian Renhan wanted to devour them, there was nothing left.

But for the Nine Nether Earth Python clan—who never trained their souls—even after reaching the Dou Saint realm, their souls were still at the most basic mortal tier. Even if devoured, there would have been little to gain.

(End of Chapter)