Perhaps, in ancient times, a true dragon had fallen in this valley.
Its remnant soul or bloodline had seeped into the earth, merging with the power of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
That was what had created such a miraculous phenomenon.
With that thought, Lu Mingfei stopped dwelling on it and strode toward the spring.
The closer he came to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the denser that Dragon Might became.
Yet strangely, that Dragon Might exerted no pressure on his body whatsoever. Instead, it carried a sense of closeness, as though it were welcoming his arrival.
The aura of the White Dragon King Martial Soul within Lu Mingfei was unconsciously stirred.
A silvery-white force emanated from his body, faintly resonating with the Dragon Might rising from deep underground and forming an invisible bridge of energy between him and the earth.
The sensation was wonderfully strange.
It was as if an enormous invisible hand were gently stroking the top of his head, filled with boundless tolerance and affection.
He shook his head, casting aside those stray thoughts, and swept his gaze over the ground beside the spring.
Both banks of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well were densely packed with all kinds of medicinal herbs. There were so many varieties that his eyes were dazzled, and many of them he could not even name.
But he soon spotted something that made his eyes light up...
Beneath a patch of moss by the milky-white Extreme Yin Cold Spring, several translucent, snowy-white root stalks were exposed.
Lu Mingfei hurried over and crouched down, carefully parting the moss with his small golden shovel.
Sure enough, beneath it was a Snow Silkworm, a supreme treasure among cordyceps.
The Snow Silkworm's body was jade-white throughout, about as thick as an