The mist around the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes never dispersed year-round. Crimson and ice-blue halos intertwined within the vapor, dyeing the entire herb garden into a fantastical realm. Wang Chuan had stood in this extreme environment for over seven days, his left hand resting on the hilt of the long blade at his waist while his right formed seals condensed from Soul Power. Every slash of his blade carried the hum of extreme attributes—at times, it swept forth heat waves that could burn everything to ash, steaming the surrounding icy mist into fine droplets; at others, it coiled with bone-piercing cold, carving cracks of frost across the ground. His Soul Power flowed through his meridians like the tides. With every circulation cycle, he actively absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes. Even the beads of sweat at his temples evaporated halfway and froze halfway the instant they touched the air.
"Little monster, do you know that your extreme attributes are a double-edged sword?" Dugu Bo's voice came from behind a boulder beside the herb garden. Old Poison slowly approached, his eyes carrying a trace of gravity. "After Level 30, extreme attributes will become like a massive boulder weighing down your path of cultivation. Before level 70, your Soul Power absorption rate will be at least thirty percent slower than that of ordinary Soul Masters. You may even hit a bottleneck and get stuck for good."
Wang Chuan sheathed his blade, and the lingering aura of ice and fire around his fingertips gradually faded. He turned toward Dugu Bo, a calm smile curling across his lips. "Rest assured, Senior. Such a minor obstacle is of no consequence. Besides, I already have a way to overcome it." He deliberately paused and