Against Heaven Tianhun Ring Ratio, Three Hundred Thousand-Year!

At the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the swirling spiritual energy seemed to grow viscous and heavy, as if burdened by the events about to unfold.

The spring water continued to converge and flow, emitting its eternal gurgling sound, but at this moment, the entire valley's focus was centered on the black-haired youth sitting beside the spring eye.

Zichuan sat cross-legged at the edge where the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well met. To his left was bone-chilling cold; to his right, scorching heat. The aura of ice and fire constantly scoured his body, yet it was effortlessly harmonized by the Life and Destruction soul power spontaneously circulating from his two hearts, creating a strange, tempering effect instead.

He adjusted his breathing, pushing his state to its peak. What followed would be three consecutive sacrifices—a frenzied infusion of power. Even with the sacrificers actively controlling the flow, it remained an unprecedented test for his 20th Soul Power Level body.

"My Lord, shall we begin?"

The phantom of the purple-robed man, manifested by the Aromatic Silk Beauty, hovered before Zichuan, his voice gentle and solemn.

A short distance behind him were the phantoms of the cold, elegant silver-haired woman of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the proud, red-skirted woman of the Infernal Delicate Apricot. Though their attributes were opposed, their faces now bore a similar solemnity and resolve.

"Begin. I am in your debt." Zichuan took a deep breath and nodded. He did not say much; he would keep this favor in his heart.

The Aromatic Silk Beauty said no more, a smile of relief and anticipation blooming on his handsome face.

He turned his head to take one last look at the valley that had nurtured him for two hundred thousand years, his gaze sweeping over his companions one by one before he gave a slight nod.

Then, his entire phantom erupted with a brilliant, dazzling purple-gold light!

"Offer my soul, burn my blood, sacrifice my path, seal the eternal!"

The ancient and solemn soul incantation echoed through the valley—not as sound, but as a vibration acting directly upon the soul.

The purple-gold light, like a burning flame, instantly swallowed the phantom of the Aromatic Silk Beauty, transforming into a pillar of light of unparalleled purity, containing vast spiritual power and a strange, sovereign authority, as it slammed into the center of Zichuan's brow.

It plunged into his Sea of Consciousness, then followed an arcane connection to link with the Heart of Destruction!

"Hum!"

Zichuan's body shook violently! An indescribable force—not a violent impact, but a vast power like a hundred rivers returning to the sea or a monarch ascending the throne—surged in along the meridians of the Heart of Destruction!

This power was immense yet not ferocious, pure and ancient, carrying the vitality of flora and the majesty of a ruler over all blossoms.

It did not forcibly assault Zichuan's meridians or Soul Power Level, but instead, in an incredibly gentle yet irresistible manner, it fused into his limbs and bones, nourished his soul, expanded his Sea of Consciousness, and finally, slowly condensed and outlined itself outside the first purple soul ring of the Heart of Destruction...

A deep, noble soul ring, swirling with a faint purple-gold halo while its core shimmered with a heart-shaking orange-gold, emerged beneath Zichuan's feet and began to rotate slowly!

Orange-gold! The color of the supreme soul ring produced by the sacrifice of a Fierce Beast with over two hundred thousand years of cultivation, surpassing the ten-thousand-year limit!

The moment the soul ring formed, Zichuan felt the Heart of Destruction leap, and an unprecedented sense of clarity and control flooded his mind.

It was as if the breath of all things in the world, the withering and flourishing of plants, and the pulse of the earth had all become clearly discernible.

Not only that, he felt his control over his soul power, his perception of the surrounding environment, and even his grasp of the minute details of his own body had all ascended to a brand-new level!

This was the gift brought by the Aromatic Silk Beauty's two hundred thousand years of cultivation and his status as the King of Immortal Herbs!

The Aromatic Silk Beauty's soul origin and most of his wisdom did not dissipate as the power fully merged into the soul ring.

A miniature, solid purple-gold tulip phantom, carrying his core consciousness and memories, quietly took up residence in Zichuan's Sea of Consciousness, which had already expanded several times over, following the channel of the sacrifice.

Just as he entered this vast spiritual world, filled with faint gray-green mist, the Aromatic Silk Beauty had no time to marvel that "the Sea of Consciousness of a god's successor is indeed extraordinary."

Nor did he have time to calculate how to use his two hundred thousand years of experience and wisdom to properly guide, or even "influence" this young Lord to some extent, to secure more future benefits for the plant-type soul beasts.

His "gaze" was firmly captured by two entities in the center of the Sea of Consciousness that could not be ignored.

On the left was an incredibly vast, incredibly gentle emerald-green orb of light that radiated a sense of life-giving peace to all things and tranquility to the soul.

The orb floated silently, like the origin of life. The mere aura it naturally emitted made the Aromatic Silk Beauty, a spirit of flora, feel an instinctive closeness and... endless awe!

It was an absolute suppression at the level of life itself, the supreme majesty derived from the source of all creation!

Even if this orb seemed to be in a dormant state, the status contained within it made his soul tremble!

Goddess of Life! Even if it were only a remnant of divine thought, it was absolutely not something a two-hundred-thousand-year-old plant spirit could peer into!

And on the right...

The Aromatic Silk Beauty's heart nearly stopped.

It was a dark red shadow, seemingly condensed from countless shattered stars and the intent of finality and annihilation.

The shadow was not as large as the green orb, but it was denser, more dangerous, and more... aggressive.

Within it, a blurred human silhouette, radiating endless destruction and arrogance, flickered in and out of existence. At that moment, the silhouette seemed to "glance" at him.

It was merely a "glance," with no substantial pressure released, yet the Aromatic Silk Beauty felt his soul origin about to be frozen, crushed, and turned into absolute nothingness!

That was the will of the end of all things, the coldness of the universe returning to void! It was the one who stood above the laws of destruction—the God of Destruction!

"Oh, you've come in."

A cold, calm voice, yet one that seemed to contain endless space-time and the will of destruction, rang directly in the Aromatic Silk Beauty's soul core, causing his soul body to flicker and nearly dissipate.

"Then just find a place to stay," the God of Destruction's voice continued, devoid of joy or anger.

"Speak less, be quiet. What you should know, you will be told. What is not your concern, do not let your mind wander."

As the words fell, that invisible, suffocating sense of being watched vanished, as if it had never existed.

But those two supreme orbs of divine thought remained, like two eternal divine mountains, pressing heavily upon the Aromatic Silk Beauty's "heart."

All his pride, his schemes, and the sense of superiority born from two hundred thousand years of experience vanished in an instant, leaving behind only endless panic and... absolute submission.

Inside here... there actually reside the divine senses of two God Kings?! Although their states seem incomplete, that essential status cannot be faked!

Exalted One... no, this young master, what exactly is his background?! Merely an inheritor? To call this treatment anything less than that of a Divine Son would be an insult!

Aromatic Silk Beauty dared not harbor any further stray thoughts. The purple-gold radiance of its tulip phantom retracted to the absolute limit, and it drifted cautiously and silently into a remote corner of the Sea of Consciousness.

It "took root" obediently, eyes fixed on its nose and nose on its heart, striving to minimize its presence for fear of disturbing those two "great masters" who were here for reasons unknown.

Following that came the sacrifice of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass.

The phantom of the silver-haired woman transformed into an ice-blue pillar of light reaching toward the heavens, carrying the essence of extreme cold and the origin of the Ice Spring as it surged into Zichuan, connecting with the Heart of Life.