The surface of the Yin Spring on the right was a deep, icy blue, its waters dense and still as cold ice. Fine ice crystals could even be seen drifting up and down in the depths of the spring, refracting a frigid rainbow glow.
The entirely crimson Infernal Delicate Apricot stood at the very center of the Yang Spring. It looked as though it had been carved from red jade, each petal like a cluster of frozen flames, its edges glowing with blazing scarlet-gold light.
At Old Tang's words, its flower crown abruptly tilted back, its stem taut and straight. Even the water around its roots rippled with restless agitation, as though expressing its displeasure.
The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass by the Yin Spring lightly shook its leaves as well. Its eight sharply defined petals, edged with thin frost, drew in slightly, and its stem leaned to one side, looking utterly unwilling.
The resistance of the two hundred-thousand-year immortal herbs was completely undisguised. The water temperature of the Yang Spring suddenly rose several degrees, while another thin layer of ice formed over the Yin Spring, as though each was expressing its resentment and rejection at being forcibly assigned a task.
Then, the Infernal Delicate Apricot quietly extended a thread of divine sense and swept it over Tang Wulin.
In that instant, its flower crown froze.
All its dissatisfaction and resistance vanished like coals doused with a basin of ice water. Even its lingering stubbornness dispersed completely.
It sensed a gentle aura emanating from the depths of Tang Wulin's bones and blood—an aura belonging to the Life Goddess's origin. It was an existence that every plant-type Soul Beast instinctively wished to approach and serve.
That aura differed from ordinary vitality. It was a more ancient, more primordial rhythm, like a warm