Five Years Later!

The pale-gold fat dog, once timid and cowardly, had become exceptionally fierce. Its eyes always carried a savage glint, and even its bark was far louder than before.

Its devouring speed had also increased significantly. Previously, it would take half a day to digest a piece of meat from a hundred-year soul beast, but now it could finish the job in half an hour, with its efficiency having improved several times over.

Consequently, Yu Xiaogang's own cultivation speed had also increased by quite a bit.

In just over a month, his soul power had risen from level eleven to level fourteen.

Although it couldn't compare to the monstrous speed of Yu Tianlong, for a "trash" like him who only had half a level of Innate Soul Power, this was a speed he wouldn't have dared to dream of.

"Yu Tianlong, oh Yu Tianlong, you died well."

Yu Xiaogang stood in the family plaza, watching the peers who had once mocked him now acting timid and subservient before him, a sense of unprecedented satisfaction surging in his heart.

"You died, so your Luo Sanpao's bloodline belongs to me, and your resources belong to me too. You spent two years cultivating it with such painstaking effort, but in the end, it was all just making a wedding dress for me."

A smug smile curled the corners of his mouth, and a cold, sinister light flashed in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I will make good use of everything you left behind."

"Once I become a true powerhouse, I will occasionally... miss you."

Time flew like an arrow, and the years passed like a shuttle.

By the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, the four seasons remained the same. The Cold Pool still bubbled with biting cold, the Fire Pool still churned with scorching bubbles, and on the land between the two springs, immortal herbs grew in wave after wave, as if they would never be exhausted.

In this corner of the world, five years of time slipped away quietly.

On this day, above the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, two massive figures were locked in a fierce confrontation.

One was gold, the other silver.

The golden figure was over ten meters long, its entire body covered in dense golden scales that shimmered with a metallic luster under the sunlight.

Its head had already developed the distinct outline of a dragon's head, a pair of golden dragon horns atop its crown stabbing into the sky like sharp swords, and a pair of wide golden dragon wings spread behind it, each flap stirring up a howling gale.

Its limbs were thick and powerful, ending in sharp dragon claws; the cold light at the tips of the claws flickered as if they could tear through anything.

The silver figure was even more massive. Its body length reached fifteen meters, a full half larger than the golden figure.

Its scales presented a dreamlike silver-white, flowing with a faint halo as if they were condensed from moonlight.

Its dragon horns were more slender, forming an elegant arc, and when the pair of silver dragon wings behind it spread, they blotted out the sun, with a wingspan of twenty or thirty meters. Its eyes were a deep, glazed color, as if they contained a sea of stars.

The two creatures, which had already begun to take on the form of dragons, were fighting intensely in the air.

The golden giant dragon roared, waving its sharp claws to launch a fierce attack on the silver giant dragon.

Every swipe of its claws carried the force of ten thousand jun, tearing the air with sharp, whistling sounds.

However, the silver giant dragon appeared to have energy to spare. It would occasionally spray a mouthful of ice-blue cold air to freeze the golden dragon's offensive, or spit out a ball of crimson flame, forcing the golden dragon to dodge in a flurry.

At other times, it would flicker, using spatial abilities to instantly appear behind the golden dragon and lash out with its tail, striking the golden dragon's back and sending it stumbling.

"Roar—!" The golden dragon was furious from being whipped, turning around to swipe with its claws again, only for the silver dragon to dodge easily and spray another mouthful of cold air onto its face, making it shake its head in frustration.

The battle lasted for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense. The golden dragon gradually grew exhausted, and the silver dragon seized the opening, hitting its chest with a precise dual breath of ice and fire. It let out a miserable cry as it plummeted from the sky, crashing into the ground and kicking up a sky full of dust.

"Awoo..." The golden dragon lay on the ground, letting out a aggrieved low growl before rolling over to expose its belly, signaling its surrender.

The silver giant dragon raised its head and let out a triumphant roar, then slowly descended, rubbing its head against the golden dragon's neck as if to say, "Do you submit?"

The golden dragon huffed and turned its head away, ignoring it.

"Alright, alright, stop fighting." A voice tinged with helplessness came from below.

A youth stood up from under a large tree beside the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, patting the dust off his body as he looked at the two massive "giant dragons" with a wry expression.

The youth looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a tall, upright stature and a handsome face, his short blue hair gleaming with a healthy luster under the sun.

His eyes were deep and spirited, as if they held infinite wisdom and power.

Most striking was the aura faintly radiating from his body—a unique field mixed with dragon might and the medicinal power of immortal herbs, making one dare not underestimate him.

It was none other than Yu Tianlong.

Five years.

A full five years had passed since he entered the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well for closed-door cultivation.

In these five years, he had almost swept clean all the immortal herbs around the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Infernal Delicate Apricot, Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, Aromatic Silk Beauty... each one an immortal-grade herb that could trigger a bloodbath in the outside world.

He had swallowed them into his belly as if they were mere cabbage, transforming them into pure medicinal power to nourish his meridians, bones, soul power, and mental strength.

Little Gold and Little Silver were the biggest beneficiaries of this feast of immortal herbs.

After devouring a large number of immortal herbs and the extreme elemental energy of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, the two Luo Sanpao had long since shed their former naive appearance, completing a stunning evolution.

Today's Little Gold had evolved into a golden giant dragon over ten meters long; although it still carried some of the immaturity of a young dragon, it already possessed the bearing of a Golden Dragon King.

As for Little Silver, it had evolved to a size of fifteen meters, and its control over ice, fire, space, and other elements had reached a state of perfection.

Interestingly, as their strength grew, the personalities of these two Luo Sanpao had also undergone subtle changes.

Little Gold remained the same reckless, straightforward brute, a fanatic of strength who subscribed to the simple philosophy that "a single punch breaks all laws" and preferred to meet every fight head-on.

Little Silver, on the other hand, had become increasingly cunning—it had learned to utilize elemental counters and spatial abilities to toy with its opponents, especially enjoying the chance to "settle personal scores" during combat, reclaiming the interest on the beatings it had suffered at Little Gold's hands back in the day with compound interest.

Consequently, a "Gold and Silver War" played out above the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well almost every single day.

The result was almost always a victory for Little Silver, who held the advantage in both size and elemental attributes, after which it would triumphantly circle the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well three times, leaving Little Gold behind to sulk in place.

"Awoo..."

Little Gold scrambled up from the ground, shook the dust from its body, and trudged with heavy steps toward Yu Tianlong. It lowered its massive dragon head and rubbed against his chest in grievance, emitting a whimpering sound from its throat as if pouring out its frustration.

Yu Tianlong reached out to rub its large head and chuckled.

"Alright, alright, don't be so upset. Little Silver has the advantage of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well; with such abundant elemental energy, it's only natural for it to grow faster. Once we head out, we'll find some soul beasts with powerful blood and vitality for you to devour, and you'll be able to catch up."

"Awoo!" Little Gold nodded vigorously, its eyes reigniting with fighting spirit.

Little Silver descended as well, shrinking its form down to about two meters in length before landing on Yu Tianlong's shoulder and rubbing its head against his cheek.

It let out a smug "luo-luo" sound—though it was capable of emitting a dragon's roar now, it was still accustomed to using its childhood cry in front of Yu Tianlong.

Yu Tianlong patted its head, then looked up toward the distance.

Five years.

He had spent five springs and autumns in this Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, growing from an eight-year-old child into a thirteen-year-old youth. His strength, too, had undergone earth-shaking changes over these five years.