Murong Huai and Murong Zhige kept descending along the spring until, a thousand meters below, their feet finally touched solid ground.
At the bottom of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, there was absolute darkness. Not a trace of light penetrated it, as if even time had frozen in this eternal night.
Murong Huai stayed close behind his great-grandfather, Murong Zhige. Their footsteps echoed through the vast darkness, each step cautious.
They could feel an ancient, mysterious, and terrifyingly powerful aura permeating the place.
Suddenly, a dazzling light tore through the darkness without warning. Like the rising sun, it instantly illuminated the entire space as bright as day.
Blinded by the sudden light, Murong Huai and Murong Zhige instinctively squeezed their eyes shut. Only after it had dimmed a little did they slowly open them. The sight before them left them rooted to the spot, too stunned to speak.
"This is... the Ice and Fire Dragon King!!!"
Two enormous Ice and Fire Dragon King corpses had appeared right before them.
The dragon corpses were colossal, each hundreds of zhang long. Their bodies were covered in shimmering scales, every one of them seemingly carved from the most precious jewels, and emanating a cold, imposing aura.
Their heads were held high, their eyes tightly shut, as if they were asleep. Yet their invisible pressure filled everyone with awe and fear.
A ring of multicolored light surrounded the Dragon Kings' corpses. It was the spiritual energy unique to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, transformed into visible radiance.
Flames seemed to dance in the light, while frost crystallized alongside them. Two utterly different forces mingled perfectly here, forming a singular harmony. More astonishing still, some of the aura remained on the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings' corpses, not yet fully dissipated, as if