Deep within Sunset Forest, the mist around the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye was more dense and hazy than usual. White frigid mist and crimson hot mist intertwined in midair, forming a blurred wall of vapor. Beneath it, Immortal Grade Herbs of every color flourished, their faint fragrance permeating the air. Even each breath carried a trace of spiritual energy.
Tang San carefully held the Blue Silver Emperor Sapling, his fingertips turning slightly pale from tension. Dewdrops condensed from Tang Hao's Soul Power still clung to the sapling's leaves, glowing with a gentle blue light like Ah Yin's tender gaze, quietly watching everything before her. Lin Zhixia followed at his side, the Star Guidance Bell swaying softly and chiming in delicate notes, as though accompanying this special journey of settling in. Tang Hao walked at the rear, the hood of his black cloak pulled low, yet it could not conceal the anticipation and unease in his eyes—he had waited sixteen full years for this day.
"This is the place." Tang San stopped and pointed to the most fertile patch of land at the center of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye. It sat precisely at the boundary between the cold spring and hot spring, where the balanced yin-yang spiritual energy was most concentrated. A newly matured Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew also grew nearby, capable of nourishing the very source of a plant's life. He crouched down and gathered a thread of Blue Silver Grass Soul Power at his fingertips, gently parting the soil—his movements as tender as if he were caring for a fragile treasure.
Lin Zhixia crouched beside him and took a delicate jade vial from her robes. It contained Spirit Liquid brought from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. "Little San, pour this into the