The rising sun climbed into the sky.
The first ray of golden light pierced the horizon, passed over the jagged rocks surrounding the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye, and fell upon the spring surface shrouded in steaming mist.
The mist was dyed a faint molten gold as it slowly billowed with the currents of air, making this place of heaven-and-earth spiritual veins seem ever more ethereal and mysterious.
Within the spring, the Icy Yin Spring and Scorching Yang Spring were clearly divided. One glowed with piercing blue, while the other burned crimson red.
Where they met, fine ripples of energy occasionally burst forth with soft sizzling sounds.
The dazzling starlight surrounding Lin Yao slowly faded, receding into his body like the tide.
His figure drifted down as lightly as a feather, slowly landing atop the surface of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye.
The spring water beneath his feet did not splash apart as it would for an ordinary person. Instead, it seemed to turn into a solid glazed mirror that supported him.
With every step he took, a faint ripple spread across the water's surface.
Blue and red halos intertwined and flowed around his feet, as though he were naturally a part of this spiritual land, calmly walking toward the shore step by step.
On a stone pedestal not far away, Dugu Bo sat cross-legged. His previously half-closed eyes had long since snapped open at the fading starlight.
His clouded eyes stared fixedly at Lin Yao's figure, his jaw slightly agape.
His gray-white beard trembled with his rapid breaths, and his face was filled with stunned disbelief.
Even after Lin Yao reached the shore, Dugu Bo remained in his previous posture, staring blankly at Lin Yao.
"Senior Dugu, what's wrong?"
Lin Yao turned around. Seeing the old