Blue Silver Empress Spirit Bone, Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well

In the corner of the cave, a stalk of Blue Silver Grass swayed in the faint light. Though its leaves bore a pale blue-gold hue, it was clearly stunted, its leaves curled and devoid of life.

"This is Tang San's mother?"

Shen Lian frowned as he examined the Blue Silver Grass, finding it hard to imagine that this seemingly ordinary plant had been formed from the sacrifice of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Then he muttered to himself:

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao. You keep saying you love her, yet you planted her in this place without sunlight. How laughable."

No longer paying attention to the Blue Silver Empress, Shen Lian began searching the cave carefully.

His gaze swept over every corner like that of a hawk, while his hands rummaged through the damp soil without overlooking a single suspicious spot.

At last, he discovered an ancient wooden box embedded in the wall deep within the cave, its lid carved with exquisite vine patterns.

When Shen Lian opened it, he found the right leg bone of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Empress hidden inside.

After obtaining the Spirit Bone, Shen Lian placed the box into his Storage Ring, yet the icy sensation lingering on his fingertips refused to fade.

Within the cave behind the waterfall, even the gentle murmur of the underground river seemed to grow urgent, as though it were urging him to leave quickly.

Shen Lian took a deep breath, calmed the surging emotions in his heart, and slowly stepped out from behind the waterfall.

The curtain of water cascaded down, droplets splashing onto his shoulders and refracting into scattered silver glimmers beneath the moonlight.

He looked up at Huang Tian, who floated in midair, surrounded by dark-red soul light like a blazing flame.

"Huang Tian, we got it. Retreat."

Shen Lian's voice was low and forceful, echoing through the empty valley.

A sharp gleam flashed through Huang Tian's eyes. The soul light around him suddenly contracted, turning into a streak of light that entered Shen Lian's Martial Soul.

Then a pair of blazing Vermilion Bird Wings abruptly unfolded behind Shen Lian. Their feathers burned with pale red flames, distorting the surrounding air.

With a clear cry, Shen Lian soared into the sky, his figure streaking across the night like a meteor.

Holy Soul Village beneath his feet gradually shrank until it became a blurry shadow.

The howling wind rushed past his ears, whipping his hair wildly through the air, but his gaze remained fixed firmly ahead.

During the flight, Shen Lian took out a map of Douluo Continent.

Moonlight spilled across the map, illuminating the mountains and rivers of Douluo Continent.

Shen Lian's long fingers moved swiftly across it before finally stopping at an area marked "Sunset Forest."

It was covered in heavy shadows, as though it concealed countless unknown secrets.

"Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well..."

Shen Lian murmured softly, anticipation shining in his eyes.

Naturally, he knew that not only did it contain countless precious Immortal Herbs, but it also concealed an opportunity capable of transforming one's physique.

Although he did not possess the photographic memory of other fanfiction protagonists, the crucial information regarding the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well had long been deeply imprinted in his mind.

Shen Lian's truest thought was:

"I may not need it, but I cannot afford not to have it."

Shen Lian clenched his fist, and the conviction in his heart grew even firmer.

Shen Lian only remembered that if one consumed the two Immortal Herbs beside the spring—one ice, one fire—and then entered the water, one could temper the body with ice and fire.

At the same time, he had not forgotten the precautions for gathering Immortal Herbs—only jade blades and jade boxes could preserve their medicinal effects to the greatest extent.

The Vermilion Bird Wings beat faster and faster, their flames growing ever more intense.

With Shen Lian flying at full speed, Sunset Forest finally appeared in the distance.

The pitch-black forest resembled a slumbering giant beast, radiating a heart-pounding pressure.

Shen Lian took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and flew toward the outskirts of Sunset Forest.

Dusk flowed like thick blood along Shen Lian's blade.

The moment Shen Lian entered Sunset Forest, the last ray of sunlight was swallowed by the uneven canopy. Damp, decaying leaves cracked beneath his feet with a teeth-grating sound, stirring up patches of ghostly blue poisonous mist like phosphorescent fire.

Shen Lian gripped the dagger at his waist, his pupils condensing into cold stars amid the miasma as he thought:

This deathly place, avoided even by birds and beasts, had finally been reached.

For the next three days and three nights, Shen Lian moved through the dark forest like a tireless lone wolf.

Thorns tore through his clothes, and poisonous vines left bluish-purple marks across his skin, yet his gaze only grew more resolute.

When the stench of humus became mixed with a strange fragrance of sulfur and borneol, he knew he had found the right direction.

The instant his fingertips touched the sticky wall of mist, dark-purple miasma churned beneath the moonlight like boiling poison porridge. The occasional beastly shadow that passed through it would turn into white bones in an instant.

Shen Lian's throat moved, but he was exceptionally excited, because he knew that the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well he sought lay at the core of this poisonous miasma.

"Huang Tian! Come out, now!"

With a dragon roar that shattered the mist, a giant dragon burning with violet flames burst through the clouds. Its scales crackled within the poisonous miasma, steaming up pungent white vapor.

Then Shen Lian thought:

Dugu Bo could arrive at any moment.

Shen Lian stroked Huang Tian's scorching dragon horn, a cold glint flashing through his eyes before he continued:

"This treasure land belongs to me now."

Huang Tian let out a low growl and lowered his body. The hurricane stirred up by his dragon wings temporarily scattered the poisonous miasma, carrying Shen Lian into this forbidden land filled with the unknown.

When the full sight of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well suddenly came into view, Shen Lian held his breath.

A spring as crimson as molten gold and water as deep blue as black ice entwined at the valley floor. Hundreds of Immortal Herbs floated amid the rising mist, while dewdrops gathered on their leaves refracted rainbow light.

These heavenly treasures recorded in ancient texts were now within reach.

Just as he was about to leap down, Huang Tian's dragon tail suddenly swept across his shoulder, and he called out to Shen Lian:

"There's the aura of a Title Douluo."

The giant dragon's roar shook loose stones from the cliff walls, and Huang Tian continued:

"Do you want me to tear Dugu Bo apart?"

Shen Lian watched as a green figure gradually became clearer within the poisonous miasma, a cold smile curling at his lips.

The distinctive sickly-sweet scent of Dugu Bo's Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul was already rushing toward him along with the poisonous mist.

"Do it."

Shen Lian drew out a jade blade, its cold gleam slicing past an Autumn Begonia of Looking Through, before he said to Huang Tian:

"Keeping him alive will only ruin my plans, and I'm afraid unforeseen changes might arise."

Then Shen Lian added in his heart:

Though I am the greatest unforeseen change of all.

After hearing Shen Lian's words, Huang Tian transformed into a meteor and dived toward Dugu Bo.

Shen Lian also slid down toward the valley floor along the herb vines.

Then, as the jade blade rose and fell, emerald juice surged from the severed roots of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, while the Aromatic Silk Beauty trembled gently beneath the blade.

Shen Lian was fully focused, but because he was unfamiliar with the habits of some Immortal Herbs, his movements were slightly frantic.

Some Immortal Herbs had their roots severed beneath the jade blade and lost their vitality;

Some leaves were knocked loose, their precious juices seeping into the soil.