The Dragon Souls of the Two Dragon Kings, My Lord?

Ye Mu chose to enter the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well alone.

He leaped into the pool and pushed downward all the way.

The instant the surface broke open, Ye Mu felt as if his soul had been forcibly torn in two.

One half plunged into an abyss of extreme cold, freezing his very marrow stiff.

The other half fell into a purgatory of lava, even his breaths carrying a scorched smell.

His brow furrowed, and he mobilized the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud within him to protect his heart meridians.

Following that faint buffer zone where the yin and yang spring waters met, he dove downward with all his might.

A hundred meters... two hundred meters...

The water pressure was shockingly immense. If not for his powerful body, he would probably have been crushed to pieces already.

If an ordinary soul master came in here, they would likely have been pulverized by the water pressure.

So, wanting to meet the two Dragon Kings was hardly an easy thing.

The light around him grew dimmer and dimmer, yet strangely glowed with ghostly blue and red radiance.

Only when his feet finally touched a hard ring-shaped stone platform did he abruptly raise his head.

This was not the bottom of the pool, but an enormous underground cavern propped open by the corpses of two giant dragons.

Set into the cavern walls were not gemstones.

Instead, there were countless fist-sized ice crystals radiating extreme cold, and fiery cores that flowed with blazing light like blood.

Blue and red light intertwined, illuminating this dragon tomb buried underground until it resembled a spectral dreamscape.

And in the very center of the cavern stood the absolute rulers of this world.

On the left, a colossal creature coiled like a mountain.

Its body was a deep