The Immortal Herbs' Destination

When Li Long emerged from the Ice-Fire Springs, the water on his body quickly evaporated under his Soul Power, and his clothes returned to a dry state.

He stopped on the ground beside the spring and looked back at the two pools of ice and fire that flowed in alternating currents at the center of the basin, his gaze lingering for a moment on each of the crimson and deep-blue surfaces.

The mist from the Icefire Yin-Yang Well still drifted slowly above the basin, as though nothing had happened.

The two remnant souls at the bottom of the spring had completely dissipated, the dragon bone had fused into his body, and the Dragon Emperor Medusa had turned into a dragon egg and fallen dormant deep within the Dragon Emperor Rod.

This treasured land remained the same treasured land, but he now carried far more within his body than when he had arrived.

He withdrew his gaze and began surveying the Immortal Herbs and spiritual plants around the basin.

After undergoing Icefire Body Tempering and absorbing the dragon bone, his senses had become sharper than before. He could now distinguish the levels and quality of the Soul Power fluctuations emitted by each Immortal Herb with greater clarity.

The Immortal Herbs whose age he had once needed to inspect carefully could now be roughly judged by their aura alone, from their stage of growth to the concentration of their medicinal potency.

Li Long walked a full circle around the basin, taking each step unhurriedly, as if conducting a systematic inventory.

The remaining roots and stalk of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum he had consumed were still in place, and fresh shoots had already sprouted beside them.

After he had plucked one leaf from the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, its remaining seven leaves