Primordial Ring-Marrow Lotus! The Fifth Spirit Ring Evolves into a Hundred-Thousand-Year Ring!

Everyone's gaze converged on Su Chen.

In his left hand, he held a lotus.

Its petals were nearly transparent, wrapped around an indescribable mass of chaotic mist. Deep within the lotus heart, a trace of dark golden pattern occasionally flickered. Every flicker abruptly flipped the air within thirty feet between extreme cold and scorching heat.

[Primordial Ring-Marrow Lotus].

In his right hand, he gripped a ginseng root.

Its tendrils hung down like countless silver threads, while its body was entirely crystalline white. Held in his palm, he could clearly sense an incomparably pure and terrifying flow of Soul Power circulating within it on its own, like an independently beating heart.

[Nine-Heavens Spirit-Rhyme Ginseng].

Dugu Bo's gaze was nailed firmly to the lotus, his brows twisted into a tight knot.

"Primordial Ring-Marrow Lotus..." His voice was dry, every word seeming to be squeezed from between his teeth. "This old man has only seen its name on a fragment of an ancient text."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice carrying immense gravity.

"If chaotic energy enters your body and you make even one wrong move, your Summoning Space will explode from the inside out."

Su Chen did not answer.

He stepped forward and walked toward the exact center of the two springs.

That was the boundary where the Extreme Cold Yin Spring and Blazing Yang Spring met and clashed, where the temperature leaped madly between freezing and boiling.

Any body of flesh and blood that stepped upon it would suffer the dual destruction of frostbite and burns within half a second.

Su Chen sat down.

Tang San stepped forward.

"I'll protect you."

Su Chen looked up at him.

Around Tang San, dozens of golden Blue Silver Emperor stalks burst from the ground, rapidly weaving themselves into a massive spherical sensory network