Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Lin Mo looked at Zi Ling blocking his path and immediately raised a hand to rap her on the head.
Zi Ling yelped in pain, squatted down, and covered the swelling on her head with both little hands, looking aggrieved enough to cry.
Lin Mo ignored her and walked straight toward the depths of the valley.
The valley's spiritual energy remained rich and misty. Warm and cold currents intertwined, shrouding the entire Herb Garden in fog.
His gaze swept across the spiritual herb fields before settling on the edge of the Ice and Fire Pool.
That was where the Ink Jade Divine Bamboo had once taken root.
As Lin Mo approached the pool's edge, tiny black shoots had emerged beneath the formerly withered, shriveled bamboo roots. They looked delicate, yet possessed remarkable resilience and vigorous vitality.
Was it enjoying a second spring?
Lin Mo surveyed the valley and discovered that it was not only the Ink Jade Divine Bamboo. The roots and stems of all kinds of Immortal Herbs he had previously harvested had almost all begun growing anew. Other precious medicinal herbs were also rapidly recovering and sprouting again.
At the edge of the pool, he saw the Blue Silver Emperor planted on the small island in the middle.
Lin Mo was slightly surprised.
This Blue Silver Emperor was growing astonishingly fast.
He had only been gone for a few months, yet it had long since recovered from its crisis. Now, it had shot up to a height of four or five meters. Its broad blue leaves drooped down, their surfaces marked with distinctive golden patterns. Its roots had burrowed into the small patch of land at the center of the Ice and Fire Pool, absorbing the uniquely blessed spiritual essence to the fullest.