Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
The sky was darkest before dawn. Mist drifted through the valley, and the crimson and snow-white spring waters glowed faintly in the dark. When Dugu Bo brought Demon Bear Douluo down at the valley entrance, the horizon had just begun to pale.
Demon Bear Douluo stood at the entrance, his dim-purple beast eyes sweeping over the scene before him, his pupils widening slightly. Crimson and snow-white spring waters converged, steaming with dense spiritual mist. Around the spring, all kinds of immortal herbs and lingzhi grew in thick clusters, each plant radiating astonishing vitality. The concentration of spiritual energy in the air was several times higher than outside; one breath made the whole body feel refreshed.
"What... what is this place?" Demon Bear Douluo's voice was low and hoarse, but his tone carried shock he could not suppress.
"The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well." Dugu Bo stood beside him, his Dark Golden Dragon Eyes gazing at everything sleeping within the valley. "The base of Nine Nether Hall. From now on, this is your home too."
Demon Bear Douluo fell silent for a moment, then turned to look at Dugu Bo. "Hall Master, a place like this... how did you find it?"
"Luck," Dugu Bo answered briefly. "And fate."
He did not explain further. Demon Bear Douluo did not ask more either. The loyalty of his Undead Body made him instinctively accept this answer and stop probing. The two of them followed the small path through the valley toward the wooden cabins, their footsteps especially clear in the quiet early morning. The clansmen of the Breaking Clan and the Defense Clan were still asleep; only a few early-rising birds called from the branches.
"The Hall Master is back." Yang Wudi's voice came from the direction