Deep within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
In the dim waters, a figure was rapidly sinking.
The surrounding light had completely vanished, leaving only two forces—extreme cold and extreme heat—alternately washing over his body like two invisible tides repeatedly tearing at him.
Li Qinglian closed his eyes, his posture relaxed and steady, allowing the immense water pressure to squeeze in from every direction, tightening every inch of skin and every bone in his body.
Yet there was not the slightest strain on his face. His breathing remained even, and his heartbeat slow and powerful, like a ship already accustomed to the undercurrents of the deep sea, steadily advancing toward greater depths.
He had already dived to nearly seven hundred meters.
That depth far exceeded the limit most Soul Masters could endure. Even some Titled Douluo would find it difficult to hold out long beneath such pressure.
Yet he only felt as though his body were wrapped in a gentle yet weighty force. The pressure surging in from all around no longer made him struggle; instead, it gave him a strange sense of reassurance.
It was as if he had returned to somewhere even more ancient than a cradle, gently held aloft by a power that had slept for ten thousand years.
He opened his eyes and looked down through the murky curtain of water.
There was still bottomless darkness below, but he could faintly sense two incomparably vast and ancient energies slowly pulsing in its deepest reaches, like two sleeping hearts maintaining a constant rhythm amid ten thousand years of silence.
He knew that was the true core of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the most refined part deep within the remains of the Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King.
The energy concentration there was