Mortal Wonderland

The four of them quickly departed from Martial Soul Hall. Given their status and authority, they only needed to file a brief report; especially for a titled expert like Guangling Douluo, who held the rank of Elder, he could simply state his intentions and take whomever he pleased without needing anyone's permission.

Following the map they had plotted, the four arrived at the outer perimeter of the poisonous barrier surrounding the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well within the Sunset Forest.

To a Titled Douluo, the poisonous mist before them was of no consequence; they could simply manifest a soul power barrier and pass through it with ease.

Li Pu found this quite amusing. The timing was undoubtedly perfect; the barrier had been set up by Dugu Bo, and since it had not yet been taken over by Tang San, it wasn't a place just anyone could enter. In the future, it would be guarded by the Jade Phosphor Seven Absolute Flowers, creating an absolutely lethal environment of terrifying toxins.

Upon entering the valley of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, the four were greeted by a scene of an earthly paradise.

The valley was not particularly large, yet it was teeming with a vast array of vegetation, with an uncountable spectrum of colors stretching as far as the eye could see.

Beautiful flowers vied for splendor, and various plants were heavy with fruit; many of them even radiated precious light of varying intensities.

Even a mere glance was enough to tell that these were no ordinary specimens.

What was most staggering, however, was the strange lake in the center.

One side was an icy white, emitting a faint mist, while the other was a scorching red, causing the air above it to shimmer and distort.

Though they shared the same pool, they remained clearly demarcated, never encroaching upon one another, always maintaining their own side.

Even from a great distance, one could sense the rich essence of heaven and earth in the air.

The beauty of this earthly paradise left the four of them stunned into silence.

Everything before them was simply too beautiful.

"This... this is a place of supreme treasure!"

"That is the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, and there is the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, the Aromatic Silk Beauty..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice began to tremble, and he let out a cry of pure madness.

"Awoo~"

He then rushed toward the heavenly treasures without a second thought.

"I can say with certainty that you will never find another place on the Douluo Continent so perfectly suited for plant growth; even the Botanical Garden of Martial Soul Hall pales in comparison," Bibi Dong remarked, at a loss for how to describe her feelings.

"And such a place—if it wasn't cultivated by hand, how could it possibly exist on the continent?"

"It is because of that lake," Li Pu said. "It is precisely because of that strange lake and the rich life force it provides that this place possesses such splendor."

Guangling Douluo raised a question: "Logically speaking, this should easily produce plant-type Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, so why don't we see any?"

Plants were far harder to develop sentience than animals; one might not find a single one among a thousand, though some locations made it easier.

Yet, in this earthly paradise, which should have been a breeding ground for plant-type soul beasts, there was not a single one to be found.

"Could it be that something is suppressing them? Preventing these plants from becoming soul beasts?" Guangling Douluo's gaze drifted toward the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, sensing that some terrifying existence lurked within.

"Perhaps," Li Pu said. "I have heard that places like this might be formed by the remains of fallen gods, transforming into an earthly paradise to nurture the land. Yet, a remnant soul remains; as long as that soul has not dissipated with time, the area will not give birth to wisdom."

"Gods can actually fall?" Guangling Douluo was skeptical.

"Then how do you explain this place? And why has Martial Soul Hall not discovered it in all these centuries?"

Faced with these two questions, Guangling Douluo had no rebuttal.

"Could this be the place where the Fire God and Ice God fell?" Bibi Dong boldly speculated.

In reality, this was the burial ground of the Fire Dragon King and the Ice Dragon King.

"It could also be a divine beast," Li Pu suggested.

"Regardless of what it is, from now on, this place belongs to Martial Soul Hall. I just wonder if there are any god positions left behind?"

Guangling Douluo immediately became filled with anticipation.

Becoming a Titled Douluo was the dream of every soul master; ordinary Douluo yearned to break through to Super Douluo, Super Douluo set their sights on Limit Douluo, and Limit Douluo looked toward the ethereal, elusive godhood!

However, to become a god, one had to inherit a god position or gather faith.

This path could only truly begin once one reached the ninety-ninth level of Limit Douluo.

"That is a fine thought, but would a fallen god leave behind a god position? How did these gods fall? If they were killed by other gods, wouldn't their god positions have been taken?" Li Pu continued.

"Don't say that, I was still holding onto hope!"

Guangling Douluo felt a bit dejected. He naturally knew that becoming a god was not as easy as his wishful thinking suggested.

Soon, he let it go: "Forget it, discovering this place is good enough. My ice attribute isn't the ultimate attribute yet; I believe that with the power of that ice eye, I can surely attain the Ultimate Ice attribute. Combined with my original Ultimate Light, I think I have a chance to challenge the ninety-ninth level, or at least reach the ninety-eighth!"

"The immortal herbs here are also quite good. Would you like to consider them?" Li Pu asked.

Guangling Douluo chuckled: "Do you really take me for a child? These good things should naturally be left to juniors like you. I'm already at my age; taking them would be a waste."

For them, at his age, there was no need to waste immortal herbs to break through their own limits in search of higher realms; such things were better left for their descendants.

"True, the younger one is, the better the effect of these heavenly treasures. They don't work as well at an older age," Li Pu laughed.

"With the medicinal power of an immortal herb, one would fear being killed by the sheer potency if they were too young!" Guangling Douluo laughed.

Refining an immortal herb was no easy feat; it was like a thousand-year ginseng—if an ordinary person swallowed it in one gulp, they would likely bleed from their seven orifices and die from the excess.

Li Pu found it funny; in terms of soul beast years, an immortal herb was equivalent to a hundred-thousand-year soul beast. Eating one was like consuming a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.

"Who would be brainless enough to go around eating medicine like that?"

Even for the purpose of consolidating one's foundation and nourishing the primordial spirit, these things cannot be consumed at will.

Chrysanthemum Douluo continued to rave in this valley, as he possessed precise knowledge of every single medicinal herb here.

Aside from the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum that matched his own martial soul, he also found other immortal treasures such as the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, the Infernal Delicate Apricot, the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone, and so on.

He even found the legendary king of immortal treasures, the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, which he had spent his entire life searching for.

"Lovesick... Heartbreak Red..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo stopped before the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, weeping bitterly. Tears streamed down his face incessantly as his trembling hands reached out toward the flower. A peculiar emotion welled up within him, and he sank directly to his knees.

It was impossible to tell whether he felt joy, sorrow, guilt, or a sense of relief.

"I have finally found you, I have finally found you, I have finally found you..."

ps: Oh my, the coffin I anticipated still hasn't arrived.