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The Battle Through the Heavens Plane, the Tagor Desert, the Snake-Person Holy City.
The first rays of morning sunlight spilled across the golden sea of sand. Inside the Holy City, the atmosphere grew solemn and busy.
"Clatter."
Bo Saixi was dragged out of the queen's bedchamber by two burly Snake-Person female guards, roughly hauled along like a dead fish.
After a whole night working as a human water faucet, exhaustion was written across her stunning face. The brilliant blue of her eyes had dimmed.
But strangely, her skin had taken on an astonishing rosy glow and sheen.
It was the result of absorbing the medicinal power that had seeped out of the queen's bathwater all night.
"Move it! What are you dawdling for?"
One guard impatiently shoved Bo Saixi, the Snake Lance in her hand glinting coldly. "Her Majesty is going to inspect the temple. You, a water-attributed slave, will come in handy."
"Oh, and the Ice Spirit Grass over there is nearly withered. It needs watering with high-purity water-attributed Dou Qi."
"Yes, yes—"
Bo Saixi lowered her head, her voice hoarse.
The Grand Worship who had once wielded a scepter and commanded the sea had now learned how to be a good slave.
She had realized that if she obediently did as she was told, she could not only stay alive but also snag quite a few opportunities.
Following the guards through the corridor, Bo Saixi saw the Snake-Person Holy City properly for the first time.
Her heart skipped a beat at the sight.
The Holy City was vast. Huge stone pillars towered overhead, every one carved with intricate, profound runes.
"Ha! Hah!"
On a training ground in the distance, a group of Snake-Person children who looked only seven or eight years old were practicing their morning drills.
Their upper bodies were bare, their tender scales glinting in the sunlight.
One of the smallest children, fighting over a strip of dried meat, suddenly punched the Black Iron Wood Stake beside him.
Boom!
—
The Black Iron Wood Stake was as hard as the Deep Sea Heavy Silver of Douluo Continent, yet the seven-year-old had punched a deep hole into it!
"This—"
Bo Saixi's pupils contracted, and she stopped in her tracks without meaning to.
She had seen it clearly. The aura erupting from that child was comparable to that of a Soul Ancestor on Douluo Continent, perhaps even stronger!
"A seven-year-old Soul Ancestor?"
"And with pure physical strength?!"
Bo Saixi felt her whole worldview teetering.
On Douluo Continent, Innate Full Soul Power already marked someone as a peerless genius. Reaching level twenty at seven was enough to earn the title of monster.
But here, this seemed to be nothing more than a scuffle among ordinary children?
"What are you staring at? Those are just young ones that recently hatched in our tribe."
The guard beside her looked at Bo Saixi with disdain. "They're a bunch of brats who haven't even reached Dou Zhe. What's so interesting? You really are a country bumpkin who's never seen the world."
Haven't even reached Dou Zhe—
Bo Saixi swallowed, a deep sense of helplessness welling up inside her.
If even these young ones could smash a Soul Ancestor with one punch, then if the Sea Soul Master army she had always been proud of met the Snake-Person Tribe's forces—
They would probably be slaughtered to the last in an instant.
Meanwhile, on Douluo Continent, at Sea God Island.
In front of the Sea God Hall.
Watching the pack of vicious Snake-Person young ones in the light screen, Sea Dragon Douluo nearly dropped the Trident Replica in his hand.
"Grand Worship, those are young ones?"
"That seven-year-old Snake-Person's punch was at least ten times stronger than my grandson's—"
"The talent of the Sea Soul Masters we're so proud of is a joke in front of that desert race!"
The Seven Sacred Pillar Guardians were all ashen-faced.
They had always believed Sea God Island was a sacred land for Soul Masters, and that Sea Soul Masters were invincible among their peers.
Now it seemed they were just flowers raised in a hothouse, while even the children of that world were monsters who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and sea of blood!
Snake-Person Holy City, temple restricted area.
Bo Saixi was taken to an underground cavern under heavy guard.
The moment she entered, an extreme chill rushed toward her, an astonishing contrast to the scorching desert outside.
A small altar stood in the center of the cavern.
A transparent jade bottle rested on top of it.
Queen Medusa stood before the altar, solemnly inspecting the bottle.
Four elderly women stood behind her, each on the brink of death.
They were the Snake-Person Tribe's Four Great Elders!
"This is that aura!"
As soon as Bo Saixi drew near, her blue eyes locked onto the jade bottle on the altar. She could not look away.
She felt the Sea God Martial Soul inside her trembling wildly, then releasing an almost greedy yearning!
It was yearning for Ultimate Water!
The bottle held only half a bottle of pale blue liquid. It looked completely ordinary.
But—
"Just smelling a trace of the aura leaking out—"
Bo Saixi was horrified. "I feel as if my very soul is about to freeze!"
"The source of ice contained in that drop of water is a hundred times purer than the Sea God Heart bestowed upon me by Lord Sea God!"
"What kind of divine treasure is that?!"
Just then, an elder spoke in a hoarse voice. "Your Majesty, we spent a century's worth of our tribe's accumulated resources to trade for this bottle of Ice Spirit Cold Spring from that old Gu He."
"Only this can suppress the Heavenly Flame's rampage and help you complete your evolution."
Ice Spirit Cold Spring!
The name was etched deep into Bo Saixi's mind.
Queen Medusa picked up the jade bottle and gently shook it, a resolute glint flashing through her eyes. "For the future of the Snake-Person Tribe, this price is nothing."
"Once I evolve into a Dou Zong, or even break through to Dou Sheng, our tribe won't have to huddle in this damned desert anymore!"
With that, Queen Medusa turned and looked coldly at Bo Saixi. "You. Come here."
Bo Saixi shuddered and hurriedly crawled over on her knees.
"When I activate the altar, the chill will leak out."
"Your water-attributed constitution is a little useless, but it should just about do as a vessel to absorb the cold."
"Use your body to absorb the excess chill. Don't let it damage the roots of the Green Lotus nearby."
"If you do a good job, I'll reward you with a drop of diluted spring water."
A drop as a reward? Even if it was diluted?
Bo Saixi's head snapped up. There was not a trace of the Grand Worship's dignity left in her eyes.
She looked just like a beggar who had gone hungry for three days and suddenly found a banquet fit for an emperor!
"Th-thank you for your reward, Your Majesty!"
"This slave will absorb every bit of the chill, even if it costs her life! I won't let it harm the Green Lotus in the slightest!"
Bo Saixi trembled with excitement and slammed her head against the ground before Queen Medusa.
Just one drop!
She was certain that a single drop of Ice Spirit Cold Spring—even diluted ten thousand times—would be enough to smash through the bottleneck that had stalled her cultivation for sixty years, break past level one hundred, and make her a god on the spot!
Elsewhere, on Douluo Continent.
The Martial Soul Hall, the Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu had just woken up. Seeing this scene, he clutched his chest again.
"Saixi—"
"You're the Sea God High Priest, for heaven's sake."
"And you're kowtowing for someone's bathwater?"
"Is that bottle of water really so precious?"
On Sea God Island, this enormous contrast left all the Sea Soul Masters feeling as if they could hardly breathe.
"That bottle of water—"
Sea Dragon Douluo stared fixedly at the jade bottle in the light screen, his voice dry. "If it were on Douluo Continent—"
"Even if we sold all of Sea God Island, we probably couldn't afford a single drop, could we?"
"That's the difference in our foundations!"
Meanwhile, in the Battle Through the Heavens World.
At the Snake-Person Tribe's altar.
Queen Medusa paid no attention to Bo Saixi's excitement. She simply opened the stopper.
—
Whoosh!
In an instant, a terrifying white mist of unimaginable cold surged out of the bottle!
The temperature in the entire cavern plunged by a hundred degrees in an instant!
"Hiss—"
Even the four surrounding Dou Emperors shivered and hurriedly circulated their power to resist it.
Bo Saixi, right in the line of fire, had prepared herself, but she was still frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant!
Her eyebrows, her hair, even her blood—all stopped flowing at that moment.
"So cold... Is this the power of ultimate ice—"
Though her body had frozen stiff, Bo Saixi's mind had never been clearer.
She frantically circulated what little Soul Power she had, greedily absorbing the escaping chill like a dry sponge dropped into the sea!
"Absorb! Absorb it all!"
"This is divine power! This is an opportunity!"
"What Grand Worship? What dignity? It's all bullshit!"
"Once I absorb all this chill, I, Bo Saixi, will become a true god!"
And so, before the stunned eyes of all Douluo Continent, the once noble and elegant Bo Saixi, untouched by worldly concerns, now looked like an insatiable Taotie, sprawled at Queen Medusa's feet and devouring every bit of the cold current that the Snake-Person Tribe considered waste.
Her aura surged at breakneck speed!
Level ninety-nine, early stage, middle stage, late stage, peak!
In just a few breaths, she touched the divine-level barrier that only the Sea God had ever reached!
At this point, Queen Medusa glanced down at Bo Saixi, who was about to crack from the cold but still wore an expression of feverish devotion. A mocking curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"What a pitiful creature who's never seen the world."
"That's enough. Don't freeze yourself to death."
"Save the rest for my evolution."
With that, Queen Medusa casually kicked Bo Saixi aside, then slowly poured the Ice Spirit Cold Spring toward the center of the altar.
Elsewhere, in the Battle Through the Heavens Plane, the Jia Ma Empire.
At the Alchemist Guild's headquarters, the royal medicinal garden.
This was a top-tier herb garden jointly maintained by the Jia Ma Imperial Family and the Alchemist Guild. Though it could not compare to Danta's Ten Thousand Medicine Mountain Range, it was still a place with an almost absurd concentration of spiritual energy by Douluo Continent's standards.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, a long whip crackling with lightning lashed into Chrysanthemum Douluo's once-glorious armor, now caked with dirt.
"Ow! Don't hit me! Don't hit me! I'll work, I'll work!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo cried out. There was not a trace of a Titled Douluo's dignity left in him.
He clutched a rusty little hoe in his hands, kneeling in a row of soil scented with strange medicinal herbs, his face full of grievance and tears.
Behind him stood an old man in an Alchemist's robe, a fifth-tier Alchemist Badge pinned to his chest. With his hands clasped behind his back, he glared at him as if he could not live with his stupidity.
The Jia Ma Empire Alchemist Guild's president, Fa Ma!
"I'm telling you, new flower farmer, is your brain broken?"
Fa Ma pointed at the patch of flowers in front of Chrysanthemum Douluo, thriving and wreathed in purple mist, and scolded him. "I told you to clear away these Purple Gold Weeds and make room for the Three-Veined Green Spirit Grass beside them. Why are you dawdling?"
"You're hugging a weed and crying? Is something wrong with you?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo clutched the plant in his arms. Its flower, blooming like a full moon, was a resplendent purple from top to bottom. It looked just like his Martial Soul's true form, the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum!
"Guild President! This isn't a weed!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo wept bitterly. His trembling orchid-like fingers pointed at the flower in his arms. "This is an upgraded Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum! A neutral Immortal Herb of the highest grade! Eat it, and you can cultivate an Indestructible Diamond Body; its aura can open the two channels of heaven and earth!"
"How can you call it a weed? This is a divine treasure! A divine treasure!"
"A divine treasure?"
Fa Ma froze for a moment. Then, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he walked over and snatched the Immortal Herb from Chrysanthemum Douluo's arms.
He casually sniffed it, then tossed it to the ground with a look of disgust and ground it under his foot. "This?"
"Its medicinal power is impure, and its spiritual energy is scant. It's just a little prettier than most."
"Something like this isn't even worthy of being an ingredient for a first-grade pill in the Jia Ma Empire. Growing in the soil, it'll only steal nutrients and stunt the growth of the Three-Veined Green Spirit Grass next to it."
"You call this a divine treasure?"
Fa Ma shook his head and looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo like he was an idiot. "Looks like your world really is so poor you can't afford to eat."
"Enough nonsense! Get back to work!"
Fa Ma tossed Chrysanthemum Douluo a massive stone mortar and ordered coldly, "Since you like these flowers so much, you can handle them yourself."
"Pull up every last one of these Purple Gold Weeds, and those red Blazing Weeds over there, too!"
"Then put them in the mortar, pound them to pieces, and let them ferment."
"Perfect. That fifth-grade Dragon Blood Ganoderma over there has been a little undernourished lately. It needs some fertilizer."
"Fertilizer composted from these weeds should just about do."
Those words struck Chrysanthemum Douluo like five thunderbolts from the heavens, leaving him completely dumbstruck.
Pull them up? Pound them to pieces? Compost them?!
Take the top-grade Immortal Herbs he cherished like his own life and use them as fertilizer for other medicinal plants?!
"No! I won't do it! I'd rather die!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo broke down, screaming as he tried to fight back.
But Fa Ma only gave a cold snort, and the soul power of a peak Five-Star Dou Emperor pressed down in an instant!
"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"
"Here, my word is the law!"
An invisible force took control of Chrysanthemum Douluo's hands.
As the whole Douluo Continent watched in horror, Chrysanthemum Douluo was forced to reach out and, trembling, grab the root of the plant that looked like a Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.
"Crack!
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Then he yanked it out by the roots!
And stuffed it into the mortar.
He picked up the pestle.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Once, twice, three times—
Purple juice splattered everywhere, and the petals turned to pulp.
As he mechanically pounded the herbs, Chrysanthemum Douluo sobbed his heart out. "Waaah, my Martial Soul, my Immortal Herbs—"
"I'm sorry, I turned you into manure."
"How cruel! This world is so cruel!"
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