The Remains of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings

Deep within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the scene was completely different from the outside world.

Ling Han was shrouded in a deep ice-blue glow. The phantom of the Ice Hell Dragon Emperor Spirit flickered across his body, releasing low, majestic dragon roars as it stubbornly resisted the terrifying pressure closing in from every direction.

On one side was extreme heat capable of incinerating all things, as though he stood inside the earth's core furnace. On the other was Absolute Zero that could freeze the soul, as if even his thoughts were about to be sealed in ice.

The two extreme forces were not simply opposing each other here. Instead, they formed a violent, twisted balance, tearing at each other, annihilating each other, then regenerating, creating destructive energy currents capable of instantly ripping apart a Titled Douluo's body.

Even though Ling Han had come prepared and had the Ice Hell Dragon Emperor Spirit, a bloodline equally ranked among the dragon clan's finest, protecting him, he still felt as though his internal organs were being repeatedly hammered by a massive mallet.

His bones groaned under the strain. Fine bloody cracks split across his skin amid the alternating ice and fire, only to rapidly heal under his powerful regenerative ability, over and over again.

Every breath brought searing pain and the prickling sting of ice shards.

Truly overbearing!

As expected of the burial ground of the Ice Fire Dragon Kings. Even the residual power of their origins is this terrifying!

If the essence of my Ice Hell Dragon Emperor Spirit were not so high, and if I had not protected my heart meridians with Soul Power beforehand, I would have been torn apart by the ice and fire forces in an instant!

Ling Han's heart turned solemn, but his gaze grew even firmer. He circulated his Soul Power and continued descending with difficulty.

After an unknown amount of time, the pressure around him suddenly eased. It had not vanished, but had instead become more condensed and concentrated.

It was as though he had passed through an invisible barrier and arrived at the true core of the spring.

The sight before him shook him to his core!

Below was not silt, but a strange space that seemed to have been paved with solidified energy crystals.

At the center of that space lay two unimaginably massive skeletons, motionless like two ancient mountain ranges that had existed since time immemorial!

One skeleton was entirely an icy, deep blue. Its bones were crystalline and translucent, radiating an eternal, unmelting chill. Every bone seemed to have been carved from the purest Mystic Ice, cold mist spreading outward and freezing fine patterns of frost into the surrounding space.

It was the remains of the Ice Dragon King!

The other skeleton resembled burning crimson gold. Its bones were branded with flame patterns that would never extinguish, giving off the blazing heat of Burn Eight Wastelands. The heat distorted space itself, making even his vision blur.

These were the remains of the Fire Dragon King!

Though the two dragon skeletons had lost their flesh and blood, the lingering dragon might within them was still as vast as an abyss, filled with supreme majesty and an ancient, desolate aura. They intertwined with one another while faintly opposing each other, forming the central point of balance within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well!

Ling Han's gaze locked onto the point where the two dragon skeletons met. He could clearly sense that it was where the ice and fire origin powers were purest and most concentrated. It was also the ultimate goal of his journey—the remaining dragon souls and essence-blood origins of the Ice Fire Dragon Kings!

Suppressing the immense pressure and excruciating pain in his body, he activated his Soul Power and prepared to approach that core region.

However, just as he shifted slightly—

A sudden change erupted!

"Buzz—!"

"Roar—!"

Two utterly different yet equally majestic and domineering dragon roars suddenly rang out from the remains of the two enormous dragon skeletons!

The sounds did not travel through the air. They reverberated directly within Ling Han's soul!

Then, before Ling Han's stunned eyes, two incomparably condensed spheres of light containing terrifying origin power rose from the heads of the icy-blue and crimson-gold dragon skeletons!

The icy-blue sphere rapidly stretched and condensed, transforming into an Ice Crystal Dragon roughly ten feet long!

His entire body seemed carved from the purest sapphire. His scales were crystalline and translucent, radiating a chill that could freeze all things. His pair of ice-blue dragon eyes resembled two eternal cold stars—cold, sharp, and filled with scrutiny and pride.

The crimson-gold sphere transformed into a Flame Dragon of the same size!

His body burned with golden-red flames that would never go out. His scales resembled flowing lava, radiating the blazing heat of Heaven Burning Sea Boiling. His crimson-gold dragon eyes were like two miniature suns, brimming with violence and inviolable majesty.

Although these two little dragons were not large, the origin dragon might they emitted was more condensed, purer, and closer to the peak state they had possessed in life than the enormous dragon skeletons outside!

It was pressure originating from the depths of bloodline and soul!

The moment the Ice Crystal Dragon and Flame Dragon appeared, their gazes instantly locked onto Ling Han, the intruder.

A trace of remarkably human-like astonishment first flashed through their dragon eyes—clearly, they had never expected a human to enter the core of this deadly place, which even Titled Douluos could not endure!

But the surprise vanished in an instant, replaced by profound wariness and scrutiny.

They could sense the bloodline aura on Ling Han that likewise belonged to a top-tier dragon clan member—the Ice Hell Dragon Emperor—but it was mixed with a human aura and was utterly unfamiliar!

More importantly, the other party had clearly come for the core origin power they were guarding!

The brief silence was broken as the Flame Dragon spoke first.

His voice rang directly in Ling Han's mind, like scorching lava flowing past, carrying blazing heat and endless majesty as it demanded:

"Human! Who are you?!"

"This is the resting place of our kings, a forbidden land of origin power!"

"Though you bear the aura of the dragon clan, you are not a pure-blooded descendant!"

"Speak!"

"How did you enter this place?!"

The Flame Dragon's voice was like exploding thunder, filled with the dragon clan's fury and an unquestionable demand.

His crimson-gold dragon eyes stared fixedly at Ling Han. Flames surged around his body, and the terrifying heat began twisting the surrounding space. Destructive power gathered within him, ready to erupt at any moment!

Although the Ice Crystal Dragon beside him did not speak, his ice-blue dragon eyes were likewise fixed coldly on Ling Han. A bone-chilling aura spread outward, forming a strange balance with the Flame Dragon's heat and trapping Ling Han firmly between them.

Cold mist swirled around his body as countless tiny ice crystals floated and spun around him, emitting a deadly sharp aura.

Silence often meant deeper vigilance and colder killing intent.

Two terrifying waves of pressure originating from the Dragon Kings' very origins crashed down upon Ling Han like tangible tsunamis!

They were more than ten times stronger than the environmental pressure from before!

The wills of ice and fire seemed intent on crushing his soul directly, freezing him solid or burning him to ash!

Ling Han's body abruptly sank. The ice-blue glow around him flickered violently, and the phantom of the Ice Hell Dragon Emperor Spirit let out an enraged, unyielding roar, desperately resisting the dual dragon might that originated from the source of its bloodline!

The tremendous pressure nearly suffocated him. His bones groaned under the strain, a layer of frost instantly forming over his skin before the scorching vitality surging from within melted it away, releasing wisps of white vapor.

Such powerful dragon souls!

As expected of first-level deities beneath the Dragon God, masters of the elements!

Even after falling ten thousand years ago, with only remnants of their souls remaining, their pressure is still this terrifying!

Ling Han was deeply shaken, yet an even fiercer light burst forth from his eyes.

Not only did he not retreat, he straightened his back. Under the pressure of the dual dragon might, the aura of the Ice Hell Dragon Emperor faintly revealed an unyielding imperial bearing!