Harvesting the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well

Even so, Shen Lian had no time to care. Racing against the clock, he stored the intact Immortal Herbs in jade boxes and placed them into his Storage Ring. Naturally, he did not spare the seeds either, packing them all up and taking them away.

By the time Dugu Bo's screams exploded within the poisonous miasma, more than seventy Immortal Herbs had been properly stored away. However, among the rare medicinal plants he had not identified, nearly one-third had withered into dead branches during the hasty harvesting.

Shen Lian let out a long breath as he looked at the jade boxes inside his Storage Ring. His eyes held both the joy of his harvest and regret over the Immortal Herbs he had ruined.

But Shen Lian was not upset, because as far as he was concerned, it was enough as long as they were on his person.

Shen Lian's fingertips brushed the frost condensed on the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass. The ice crystals reflected a deep blue glow, casting a faint shimmer into his eyes.

The flame-shaped petals of the Infernal Delicate Apricot trembled gently, dyeing his shadow a flickering crimson-gold.

The two extreme auras met in his palm, steaming into wisps of white mist like a silent contest.

A breeze swept past, carrying several broken Immortal Herb leaves into the air, where they spun in circles.

Shen Lian raised his head toward the sky, and the stern face of the God of Destruction surfaced in his mind.

He silently calculated that the next time he met Destruction, he would have to ask this big shot from the God Realm whether he knew the specific uses of these Immortal Herbs.

Then another thought struck him. Perhaps taking Huang Tian to Spirit Hall and asking Yue Guan would also be a good idea.

Yue Guan also knew the specific uses of Immortal Herbs.

Returning to his senses, Shen Lian's gaze fell once more upon the two Immortal Herbs before him that had yet to be picked.

The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot swayed softly in the breeze, as though telling him of their unique mission.

He knew that he had left them behind for a crucial round of "Ice-Fire Body Tempering."

Taking a deep breath, Shen Lian circulated his Soul Power, and a faint halo appeared around his fingertips.

With a crisp snap, the two Immortal Herbs fell into his palms. Freezing cold and scorching heat reached him at once, creating a bizarre contrast.

Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Lian placed both Immortal Herbs into his mouth. In an instant, two utterly different energies rampaged through his meridians like wild horses breaking free of their reins.

The icy aura stabbed every inch of his skin like silver needles, while the scorching power surged through his body like magma.

Enduring the agonizing pain, he leaped into the waters of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

The instant the spring water touched his skin, Shen Lian's body went rigid.

Bone-piercing cold and searing heat struck at the same time, as if countless blades were carving up his body.

Inside him, the ice and fire energies of the Immortal Herbs churned madly; outside, the ice and fire power of the spring water struck him without cease.

Under this double torment, veins bulged across Shen Lian's body, and his face twisted in pain.

Yet he clenched his teeth and forced himself to remain conscious, because he knew this was his chance to transform.

For seven days and seven nights, within these spring waters that seemed cut off from the world, Shen Lian hovered at the edge of life and death countless times.

When the medicinal effects of the Immortal Herbs in his body were finally exhausted, his physique had undergone earthshaking changes as well.

His skin became crystal-clear, with faint flowing light shimmering beneath it; his bones gave off subtle cracking sounds, as if they were being reforged.

However, just as Shen Lian prepared to surface, a rumor he had heard in his previous life suddenly exploded in his mind: someone had said that the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well was actually the place where the Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King had perished, and that their corpses still slumbered at the bottom of the spring!

That thought ignited Shen Lian's curiosity like a wildfire.

Shen Lian took a deep breath, dived underwater again, and swam toward the unknown depths.

The farther down he went, the greater the water pressure became, and the dimmer the light grew.

After an unknown amount of time, two massive dragon skeletons finally appeared before Shen Lian.

Their enormous bodies lay across the bottom of the spring. Though nothing but bones remained, they still radiated a terrifying pressure that made his heart tremble.

The Ice Dragon King's skeleton gave off a faint blue glow, with wisps of cold air coiling around it; the Fire Dragon King's skeleton was blood-red, with sparks faintly dancing between its bones.

Shen Lian discovered in shock that the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well had formed because of the vast energy erupted from the Spirit Bones after the two Dragon Kings died!

His gaze fell on the left and Right Arm Bones of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings, and a flash of greed passed through Shen Lian's eyes.

Without any hesitation, he reached out and stored the two Spirit Bones in his Storage Ring.

The instant he put away the Spirit Bones, the entire Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well began to shake violently.

The spring water roiled, the light dimmed, and the Soul Power that had once been so dense it seemed tangible began to drain away madly.

Shen Lian burst from the water and looked at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well as it gradually lost its brilliance, a cold smile curling at his lips.

He flicked the droplets from his body and turned to leave.

As far as he was concerned, he had obtained everything he wanted. What did the future of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well have to do with him?

As long as he became strong, there was nothing else to fear.

As for why he was not absorbing the two god-level Spirit Bones right now, it was because Shen Lian valued his life too. He could not guarantee that, with only the Soul Power of a Soul Emperor, he could absorb the Spirit Bones of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings by himself.

So Shen Lian planned to store them away first. In any case, he would absorb them sooner or later.

Then Shen Lian inspected this spiritual spring brimming with the essence of heaven and earth one final time. His fingers brushed over the lingering aura of the Immortal Herbs along the shore, and only after confirming that nothing had been missed did he slowly climb upward along the rock wall covered in ice crystals and lava.

The Soul Power fluctuations coming from above made the air hum. The moment he poked half his body out, his pupils shrank sharply at the sight before him.

On the open ground in the distance, Huang Tian was wrapped in dark golden dragon scales, toying with Dugu Bo as if he were playing with an ant.

Poison Douluo's silver-gray hair whipped wildly in the shockwaves, veins bulging across his forehead as nine Spirit Rings exploded behind him into a dazzling rainbow.

"Demon Dragon, take my ninth soul skill: Jade Phosphorus Divine Light!"

Dugu Bo's roar tore through the heavens. Dark green Soul Power frantically gathered in his palm like a demon sealed away for a thousand years about to awaken.

His black ninth Spirit Ring trembled violently, and the spectral image of a serpent-shaped Spirit Ring let out a hiss before transforming into a torrent that surged into his body.

In an instant, a jade-green beam more than ten feet wide burst forth with a thunderous roar. Wherever it passed, the air twisted into bizarre ripples, the earth cracked inch by inch, and the rising poisonous mist instantly corroded all vegetation within a hundred meters into black residue.

Huang Tian merely lazily narrowed its vertical pupils, its crimson forked tongue licking over its fangs as a contemptuous curve formed at its mouth.

"Trifling tricks."

With a deep dragon roar, a breath of dragonfire wrapped in lightning and violet flames poured from its mouth.

The instant the dragon breath collided with the Jade Phosphorus Divine Light, space seemed to be viciously torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and blinding white light swallowed the entire sky.

Shen Lian had no choice but to raise a hand to shield his eyes, yet he still saw that astonishing scene through the gaps between his fingers: Dugu Bo's proud killing move crumbled before the dragon breath like a dying candle in the wind, completely collapsing in less than three breaths.