Natural Uranium Crystal?!

Qin Yun waved a hand and said,

"You're overthinking it, Senior!"

"By then, I'll have cured you."

"What you decide to do afterward is entirely up to you!"

"Are we nearly there?"

Dugu Bo looked up at the steep, cloud-shrouded Lone Cliff ahead.

He replied in a low voice,

"Just over that cliff."

As soon as he said it, Dugu Bo's competitive streak stirred. He suddenly wanted to save a little face.

Qin Yun had crushed him time and again in contests and confrontations over poison.

As a Titled Douluo, he found that hard to swallow.

He decided to use the treacherous cliff to take Qin Yun down a peg.

With that settled, Dugu Bo did not wait for Qin Yun. Soul Power stirred around him, and he became a dark-green blur, rising into the air and streaking toward the cliff's summit.

He stood on a slab of blue stone at the top and looked down, thinking to himself:

This cliff is sheer and slippery, with nowhere to put a foot. An ordinary soul master could never reach the top.

Let's see how Qin Yun gets up here without the ability to fly.

But what happened next overturned Dugu Bo's understanding yet again.

He stared, dumbfounded.

Qin Yun stood at the foot of the cliff, perfectly calm.

He did not launch himself into the air.

The air around him stirred. Under his precise elemental control, the nitrogen molecules that made up seventy percent of it rapidly gathered, solidified, and stacked in interlocking layers. The invisible, colorless gas formed a series of firm, level steps out of thin air.

They rose straight from beneath his feet to the cliff's summit.

Once they were formed, Qin Yun calmly stepped onto the nitrogen stairs.

He climbed steadily, as though taking a leisurely stroll.

To Dugu Bo, the sight was utterly bizarre:

There was nothing beneath the boy's feet, no solid support at all, yet he walked through empty air, climbing step by step. It was as though the void were his path and heaven and earth his stairs. This defied everything Dugu Bo knew about soul masters using Soul Power and soul skills to fly.

He could sense Soul Power fluctuating around Qin Yun, but he could not tell what the boy had actually done.

Within a few breaths, Qin Yun stepped firmly onto the summit.

Dugu Bo grew more curious about him by the moment.

He had lived nearly a century, traveled across the continent, and seen countless geniuses.

Never had he seen an ability so strange, so far beyond common sense.

Once they crossed the cliff, the view opened before them.

A breathtaking hidden realm, secluded deep among the mountains and cut off from the world, came into sight.

Two extreme currents of air surged toward them, one cold and one hot.

Cold and heat, yin and yang, clashed yet somehow mingled without conflict. Together, they had formed an extraordinary natural treasure ground.

This was one of the continent's most wondrous places—the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Spiritual energy rose from the valley floor, and mist curled among strange flowers and rare herbs. Precious medicinal plants grew everywhere, while a rich breath of life washed over them, refreshing body and mind.

The twin springs of ice and fire intertwined. Frost gathered over the cold spring; the hot spring churned and boiled.

Yin and yang circulated endlessly, nourishing every natural treasure in the valley.

Standing at the cliff's edge, Dugu Bo said,

"Well? I wasn't exaggerating. There are enough herbs here for the antidote you need, aren't there?"

"But remember, there are all kinds of herbs here, and many grow alongside deadly poisons."

"There are some even I wouldn't dare touch lightly."

"Unless you're absolutely certain, don't pick anything at random."

Once he had said it, Dugu Bo felt the warning had been unnecessary.

Qin Yun's skill at neutralizing poison far surpassed his own.

But Qin Yun did not dismiss his warning.

Instead, he nodded and said, "Don't worry, Senior. I know my limits. I won't act recklessly."

With that, he walked down into the valley, his gaze sweeping quickly over the herbs.

There were countless rare medicinal plants in all manner of shapes, brimming with spiritual energy.

He could not identify most of them with certainty.

But at the valley's center, where the twin springs met, stood two supreme immortal herbs whose distinctive features made them unmistakable at a glance.

One was coated in frost and snow, with cold mist curling around it and icy light flowing across its surface: the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, an herb of extreme cold;

The other was scarlet as fire, with flames rising from it and waves of heat rolling outward: the Infernal Delicate Apricot, an herb of supreme yang.

One ice, one fire; one yin, one yang. Opposites, yet growing together.

They were the two treasures that best represented the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Just then,

Qin Yun stopped short, then quickened his pace.

He passed countless precious herbs and strode toward a corner beside the hot spring.

Dugu Bo paused in surprise, thoroughly puzzled.

Unable to guess what Qin Yun intended, he hurried after him.

Qin Yun's eyes were fixed on a crevice in the rock beside the hot spring.

A storm surged through his mind.

Holy shit! Natural Uranium Crystal!!!

The Ice and Fire Valley Floor actually produced a mineral this rare!

After studying it for some time, Qin Yun could roughly work out how the Uranium Crystal had formed.

The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was where two supreme dragons of antiquity—the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King—had fallen.

Their enormous remains lay buried deep underground. The extreme yin and yang energies of their dragon essence had continued to clash and circulate, eventually creating the unique hydrothermal environment in which the freezing yin spring and scorching yang spring existed side by side.

For millions of years, water from the twin springs had cycled through the strata. Rich in oxygen, it continually mobilized trace uranium scattered deep in the earth's crust, leaching it from the rock.

Meanwhile, the vast amounts of decayed plant matter from the valley's immortal herbs, the rich organic matter left by the dragons' remains, and the hydrogen sulfide gas that had long permeated the springbeds

together created the perfect environment for reduction and precipitation.

After millions of years of ceaseless hydrothermal circulation, the elements had gathered, settled, and crystallized.

The trace uranium once scattered through the earth's crust

had been drawn together and crystallized again and again, finally forming the pure, well-developed Natural Uranium Crystal before him.

Uranium belonged to the heavy elements of the seventh period of the Periodic Table of Elements. It was exceptionally high-level and had unusual properties.

At his Martial Soul's current level, he could not absorb it directly.

It would offer no immediate help in cultivating his Soul Power or advancing his Martial Soul.

But Qin Yun knew one thing with absolute certainty.

These Natural Uranium Crystals were a true strategic treasure, their value beyond measure.

They would let him create something extraordinary—something far beyond this era!

Qin Yun had come for the immortal herbs. He had never expected a discovery like this.

As excitement burned in Qin Yun's eyes and his thoughts raced, Dugu Bo stepped up behind him.

Since meeting Qin Yun, he had grown used to seeing him calm and unshaken by anything.

This was the first time he had seen the boy's eyes light up and his composure visibly waver.

Dugu Bo's curiosity stirred.

He bent slightly to examine the tiny crystals in the rock crevice and asked,

"What are these grains? Why do you value them so highly?"

Qin Yun slowly composed himself and turned to the puzzled Dugu Bo.

He smiled. "Don't underestimate this, Senior."

"Used properly, its destructive power could, without exaggeration,

"easily wipe out a Titled Douluo at full strength!"