Dual Cultivation at the Ice-Fire Yin Yang Well, Tang San's God-Tier Support!

Refining began at midnight.

The final plan Chu Yao and Tang San had settled on placed the ice-fire dual cultivation group first.

There was only one reason.

This group was the most likely to die.

They had to finish it in one go while everyone was at their peak.

Yan Wuji removed his outer robe, exposing a lean upper body covered in battle scars.

He stepped into the right side of the Yang Spring, and the scalding water instantly submerged half his body.

His skin rapidly flushed with blood, thick veins twisting violently beneath it, yet his expression remained unmoving, like a boulder.

Mo Qianye entered the water on the left side of the Yin Spring.

The cold spring's temperature was bizarrely low, and even its surface was coated in a layer of unbreakable dark ice.

The moment he entered the water, fine frost covered his black eyelashes.

The two sat back to back, the boundary between ice and fire sharply defined. Only their tightly pressed spines served as their sole passage of life.

Chu Yao placed the immortal herbs into their palms.

In Yan Wuji's hand: Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Snow Silkworm, Coldheart Grass.

In Mo Qianye's hand: Infernal Delicate Apricot, Cinnabar Lotus, Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, Starflame Sunflower.

"Swallow."

Chu Yao's voice fell without a trace of emotion, cold as a surgical blade.

The two swallowed the immortal herbs simultaneously.

The upheaval came faster than anyone had expected.

Yan Wuji's right arm was still submerged in the blazing Yang Spring, yet a horrifying layer of white frost had already formed over his left arm, the chill visible to the naked eye.

The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass's extreme cold medicinal power ran wildly through his meridians. Everywhere it passed, his blood vessels bulged beneath his skin in a deathly blue-green,