Chapter 1469: Fury of the Netherworld Heaven

“Netherworld Demon Saint!” Xiao Yan’s gaze was firmly fixed on the Demon Eye. After a while, he suddenly smiled and asked, “Is there any connection between this legendary Netherworld Demon Saint and the Nine Hells Ground Serpent tribe?”

“Ha ha, the Netherworld Demon Saint is not from our tribe, but there is a considerable history between us. When that supreme powerhouse fell, his legacy was long lost over time,” the Demon Eye chuckled, then whispered, “There is a Netherworld Stone Stele in our tribe, passed down from ancient times. Inside this stele, it records all the teachings of the Netherworld Demon Saint, and it is said that even a bit of his essence blood remains within…”

“Essence blood?” Xiao Yan’s fingers twitched imperceptibly. The Netherworld Demon Saint was said to have reached the level just before the Battle King, his strength unparalleled. At that level, one’s bloodline could gradually change; if he ever fully stepped into that realm, his descendants would also enjoy his formidable bloodline and be protected for generations. Thus, another ancient race would come into existence. Of course, the Netherworld Demon Saint never made that final step, so his descendants did not inherit that blessing. However, despite the absence of a hereditary bloodline, the essence blood of the Netherworld Demon Saint was still incredibly attractive to Dou Sheng powerhouses. If obtained, it could significantly boost one’s strength.

“Since the Netherworld Stone Stele holds such a secret, why has no one from your Nine Hells Ground Serpent tribe ever taken it out?” Intrigued by the promise of the Netherworld Demon Saint’s essence blood, Xiao Yan felt a slight excitement, but quickly regained his composure.

“Ha ha, brother Xiao Yan, you are indeed cautious. The Netherworld Stone Stele is a treasure of our Nine Hells Ground Serpent tribe. It is inscribed with three Dou Skills: Nether Finger and Nether Palm. The former is a low-level Heaven Class skill, while the latter is mid-level, both extremely powerful. However, only the clan leader and a few elders can practice them,” the Demon Eye laughed.

“Nether Finger, Nether Palm… what about the third one?” Xiao Yan nodded slightly, not showing too much greed. Although a mid-level Heaven Class skill was strong, it did not have much allure for him, as he had quite a few Heaven Class skills already.

“Netherworld Fury…” the Demon Eye smiled.

“Netherworld Fury?” Xiao Yan raised his head sharply. “Nether Finger breaks life and death, Netherworld Fury shatters souls? The renowned skill of the Netherworld Demon Saint, Netherworld Fury?”

This time, Xiao Yan was truly shocked. Netherworld Fury, accurately speaking, is a sound wave Dou Skill, and a high-level Heaven Class at that. In ancient texts, it was recorded that in that era, Netherworld Fury was feared by even some Dou Shengs, and many of the peak powerhouses who perished under the Netherworld Demon Saint fell because their souls were shattered by the Netherworld Fury.

A high-level Heaven Class skill! This level of skill was rare, even for Xiao Yan. By his reckoning, even the power of “Buddha’s Wrath Reincarnation” he had created might not match Netherworld Fury. As for “Buddha’s Wrath Flame Lotus,” if Xiao Yan could successfully devour and refine the Purifying Lotus Demonic Flame, its power might rival Netherworld Fury. While Netherworld Fury might not have the same destructive force as Buddha’s Wrath Flame Lotus, it was a deadly weapon. A single burst of fury could severely damage even an equal-level soul, as the soul is the most fundamental part of a person. If the soul is injured, the repercussions would be far worse than physical injuries.

In simpler terms, if Xiao Yan could successfully master Netherworld Fury, even a three-star Dou Sheng would suffer greatly if caught off guard!

“Ha ha, precisely the famed Netherworld Fury of the Netherworld Demon Saint,” the Demon Eye was pleased with Xiao Yan’s surprise.

“So, the Great Elder or Tianxiao should have mastered the Netherworld Fury? If they used it, I wouldn’t have been able to stop them,” Xiao Yan said. If Tianxiao had truly mastered Netherworld Fury, the situation would have been different earlier. High-level Heaven Class skills were quite rare even in ancient times, let alone now.

“Not so easy. For years, no one in our tribe has mastered Netherworld Fury. The technique is deeply hidden, and we cannot obtain the training method. We also fear damaging the demon saint’s essence blood, so no one dares to forcefully break it open,” the Demon Eye explained.

“Then, why tell me this? Even the greatest of our predecessors couldn’t get the Netherworld Fury. How could I?” Xiao Yan shook his head.

“Ha ha, others may not, but it shouldn’t be a problem for you, Brother Xiao Yan,” the Demon Eye chuckled.

“Oh?” Xiao Yan arched an eyebrow, crossed his fingers, and smiled, “Ancestral Flame?”

The only unique thing about him was perhaps his Ancestral Flame.

“Powerful as it is, the Ancestral Flame has nothing to do with this. What we need is exceptionally potent soul power. There is a remnant soul of the Netherworld Demon Saint guarding the stele, and the training method for Netherworld Fury is hidden within that remnant,” the Demon Eye laughed. “We beasts don’t value soul power much. Even I, with my strength, can only match a seventh-grade alchemist in soul power. That’s not enough to tame the remnant.”

“After years of probing, we discovered that at least a Celestial Realm soul is needed to penetrate the stele. Only human alchemists of the Grandmaster level typically possess such soul power. In the past, we considered inviting a Grandmaster, but we feared exposure would cause unnecessary trouble. So we had to let it go. After all, the Netherworld Demon Saint’s essence blood is also hidden inside. If it got out, even Dou Shengs would be tempted, and our people would know of the stele’s existence but not its true contents.”

Xiao Yan smiled at the Demon Eye, “Do you trust me so much? Telling me such a crucial secret?”

“Brother Xiao Yan, first, I want to repay you. I am not ungrateful. Second, I want your help to open the stele and improve our strength, securing complete control over the Nine Hells Ground Serpent tribe,” the Demon Eye replied solemnly.

Xiao Yan gazed at the Demon Eye, who met his stare without flinching.

After a moment, Xiao Yan slowly looked away, pondering, “Very well, I will try to see if I can handle the remnant soul within the stele.”

“Ha ha, in that case, I thank you in advance, Brother Xiao Yan,” the Demon Eye was delighted.

“But no rush. Today, you have fought hard. Rest tonight, and I will handle some clan matters. Tomorrow morning, I will take you to the Netherworld Stone Stele!”

“Alright, good idea.”

The Nine Hells Ground Serpent tribe faced significant changes, and naturally, there were some bloody events. But Xiao Yan and the others kept out of it, as it was not their place to interfere.

The night’s chaos subsided as dawn approached. By the time the morning light spilled over the horizon, the Demon Eye was waiting outside Xiao Yan’s residence. He led the group to the back mountain.

Without stopping, they followed the Demon Eye to an ancient altar. The altar was grand, built entirely of green stone. Standing atop it, one could oversee the surrounding mountains.

Xiao Yan and his party landed on the altar. In the center stood a massive, light yellow stone tablet, exuding an ancient aura as if it had existed for eternity.

“This is the legendary Netherworld Stone Stele…” Xiao Yan looked up at the giant tablet, which was etched with strange runes. On the tablet, there was a large finger and a deep palm print, likely containing the teachings of Nether Finger and Nether Palm.

The Demon Eye first paid his respects to the stele, then stepped back, looking at Xiao Yan, “Here is the Netherworld Stone Stele of our Nine Hells Ground Serpent tribe. Netherworld Fury and the Netherworld Demon Saint’s essence blood are hidden within. Brother Xiao Yan, we need your help to claim it.”

Xiao Yan nodded silently, his gaze heavy on the stele, feeling a powerful soul pressure emanating from it.

“Even a mere remnant soul has such power. Truly, how formidable the Netherworld Demon Saint must have been…”