Inside the cave, Lan's Soul Power kept climbing, surging forward like a force that could smash through anything!
At last, everything settled down.
The spring returned to its former stillness, and the strange phenomena in the sky slowly faded away.
Lan slowly opened his eyes.
In an instant, two beams of light shot from his eyes!
One was an icy blue, cold to the extreme; the other, a fierce crimson, scorching and savage!
Rumble!
The beams crossed and slammed into the opposite cave wall. The solid rock was blasted open, leaving two bottomless holes. Frost clung to the edges of one, while the other was still melting and giving off wisps of smoke.
Their destructive power was astonishing.
"My Martial Soul evolved, and my Soul Power has reached Rank 79."
Feeling the unprecedented strength surging through his body, Lan's lips curled up of their own accord, revealing a genuine smile of joy.
But that wasn't all.
He sank his awareness into his body and immediately saw two beads, each the size of a dragon's eye, floating quietly in his dantian.
One was entirely icy blue, radiating the most extreme cold.
The other was a deep gold throughout, containing a heat hot enough to burn the heavens.
The Ice and Fire Dragon King Orbs!
These were the most important treasures he had gained from the inheritance—the very essence of the two Dragon Kings' lifelong cultivation. Their value far surpassed that of any Million-Year Soul Bone.
Just then, two aged, ethereal voices sounded in his mind, carrying a trace of relief and satisfaction.
"Our origins are spent, young one. Take care of yourself..."
"If one day... you encounter descendants of the True Dragon clan, we hope... that you will help them as best you can..."
Their voices grew fainter and fainter, until