Crazy Spoon-Feeding, Sacrificing the Immortal Grass?

"What is going on?!"

Du Busi's expression changed drastically. He stood bolt upright like a startled tiger, leaping in front of Zichuan in a single stride to shield him firmly. His dark green soul power surged instantly, his eyes scanning the valley like a hawk as the thousands of immortal herbs "came to life."

He could feel it! How could the plants in this valley be mere ordinary medicinal herbs?

These were clearly terrifying plant-type Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, each one a dormant powerhouse with at least tens of thousands, if not over a hundred thousand years of cultivation! It was only because of the unique environment here, or perhaps their deliberate concealment, that they had managed to deceive even him until now!

"The aura of a god... it is the aura of a god!"

A voice, crisp as a young girl's yet carrying the endless vicissitudes of time, echoed through the air with indescribable excitement.

The sound did not seem to come from a single direction, but rather from the resonance of countless consciousnesses.

"Indeed! It is a god! And... more than one?"

Another voice, deep like that of a middle-aged man, rang out, filled with uncertainty and shock.

"Destruction... and Life... the two most fundamental supreme laws? How could they possibly coexist?" a voice cold as ten-thousand-year black ice whispered, thick with confusion.

"It is that child! His forehead... look at his forehead!" another voice exclaimed, filled with astonishment.

In an instant, the entire valley began to "hum." Countless consciousnesses intertwined, collided, and debated in the air. These immortal herb soul beasts, usually hidden and living in quiet cultivation, were now in an uproar.

With their profound cultivation, their intelligence was already no less than that of humans, perhaps even more ancient. They knew better than any other soul beast what the word "god" signified!

It was the ultimate goal they had pursued bitterly for eons, yet remained forever out of reach! It was the only path to transcend the mortal realm and achieve eternal immortality!

And now, here in the isolated Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, they had simultaneously sensed two distinct, yet equally supreme, divine auras!

Even more terrifying was that these two auras originated from the same existence: the black-haired boy who looked no more than six or seven years old, currently shielded by the green-haired human!

Their consciousnesses surged toward Zichuan like a tide, instantly locking onto the two marks on his brow that were glowing faintly and could no longer be hidden as the aura of the God of Destruction was released: the dark purple shattered star and the vibrant green unfurling leaf veins.

Mark of Destruction! Mark of Life!

"Dual... dual divine inheritance?!" the deep voice trembled.

"Bearing the inheritance of both the God of Destruction and the God of Life... this..." the cold voice was also filled with horror.

"Unprecedented! Unheard of!"

The fluctuations of the immortal herbs' consciousnesses grew more violent, their underlying emotions rapidly shifting from initial shock and horror to an indescribable, burning... longing?

Just then, in the center where the hot and cold springs of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well met, an immortal herb—shrouded in a faint purple-gold halo and shaped like a tulip, yet exuding a graceful, noble aura as if it could command all flowers—swayed gently.

The next moment, a brilliant purple-gold light erupted, and above the herb, a phantom human figure condensed.

The figure gradually solidified into a man wearing luxurious purple-gold robes and a jade crown, his face handsome and scholarly, his age impossible to discern.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling immediately upon Zichuan, who was still shielded by Du Busi. He lingered for a long time on the two marks on Zichuan's brow, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Shock, realization, and awe eventually transformed into a solemnity bordering on piety.

He stepped forward, his phantom figure bowing slightly toward Zichuan in an ancient and respectful gesture.

His voice was gentle and clear, carrying a strange rhythm that echoed through the valley, instantly suppressing all the noisy consciousnesses:

"The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Aromatic Silk Beauty, leads all fellow practitioners in paying respects to the Honored One."

Following his words, dazzling lights ignited all over the valley!

At the center of the scorching hot spring, above an immortal herb that was crimson all over and shaped like a flame lingzhi, flames rose to form the phantom of a stunning woman in a fiery red dress with a hot figure and a scorching, arrogant air—the Infernal Delicate Apricot.

Beside the freezing cold spring, above an octagonal grass that was ice-blue and translucent as if carved from ice crystals, cold air gathered to form the phantom of a woman in white with silver hair and silver eyes, her face cold and aloof, radiating an icy chill that kept others at a distance—the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass.

Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, Ink Jade Divine Bamboo, Earth Dragon Golden Melon, Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, Primordial Immortal Grass.

One figure after another manifested, each radiating terrifyingly vast energy fluctuations and ancient auras. They were diverse in form and temperament, but at this moment, they all faced Zichuan, bowing their heads slightly in respect.

Almost every plant-type fierce beast of over a hundred thousand years in the entire Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was present!

They usually remained hidden, but now, having sensed the aura of the successor to the supreme gods, they had collectively manifested their true forms!

The purple-robed man, the Aromatic Silk Beauty, held a posture of extreme humility, his tone respectful yet tinged with a hint of cautious probing:

"We do not know what brings the Honored One to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Though we are but spirits of grass and wood living in a secluded corner, if the Honored One has any needs, all of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well is willing to serve you."

Prestige! This was true prestige!

Zichuan watched this spectacular scene, looking at the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that could trigger a continent-wide earthquake if they appeared in the outside world, now so respectful to a "six-year-old child" like himself, and his mind went blank for a moment.

But soon, he understood. A successor to the gods!

In the Douluo Continent, especially in the eyes of these Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had lived for countless years and bitterly pursued the divine path, this identity weighed more than a mountain! Especially his "dual divine" inheritance—it was simply earth-shattering!

So, this was what the God of Destruction meant by "guaranteed satisfaction"? This was his confidence in bringing him here? It wasn't for an adventure; it was to... receive "tribute"?

Zichuan realized it in an instant, and at the same time, he gave a mental thumbs-up to the God of Destruction: Old Zi, you're steady!

"Old Zi, is this the surprise you had for me?" he asked in his heart, his tone unable to hide his excitement.

"Hmph, what else?" the God of Destruction's voice carried undisguised smugness.

"A mere Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, a few plant spirits—do they dare put on airs in front of you? I leaked just a sliver of aura, and they had to come kneeling to welcome you! How about it, feels good, right? From today on, this place is your backyard. Pick whichever immortal herb you fancy!"

Zichuan looked at the dazzling array of "Hundred-Thousand-Year Immortal Herbs" before him, his breathing growing rapid.

Pick any? The temptation was simply too great! His Heart of Destruction currently had its first soul ring, but the Heart of Life was still empty, and after reaching level 20, he would be able to attach another soul ring.

In other words, he currently had three empty soul ring slots: the second ring for Destruction, and the first and second rings for Life!

If he could obtain soul rings from these top-tier immortal herbs right before his eyes... the mere thought was too beautiful to contemplate!

"But..." Zichuan suddenly thought of a crucial issue, and the burning heat in his heart cooled slightly.

"Old Zi, these immortal herbs are all at the hundred-thousand-year level. Can my body currently withstand a hundred-thousand-year soul ring?" Even with two hearts and the healing power of the Heart of Life, absorbing a hundred-thousand-year soul ring at level 20? That sounded no different from suicide.

"Who told you to absorb them?" God of Destruction said in a tone that suggested, "Are you stupid?"

"Huh? If I don't absorb the soul rings, then how..."

"Make them offer a sacrifice!" God of Destruction said it as casually as if he were saying, "Just have them pick the fruit for you."