Fusing with the Ice Phoenix Martial Soul

Yet his Soul Power kept rising. His foundation at level seventy-four grew ever more stable, while the Netherworld Saint Tiger Emperor and Netherworld Sword Martial Souls circulated separately within him, faintly resonating with each other. Deep in his spirit, the two God King Divine Seals radiated a subtle pressure that continually tempered his body and soul.

They were both cultivating. They were both growing stronger.

Tang San fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Fang Fan enjoyed life surrounded by tenderness.

Tang San sustained his will through hatred. Fang Fan cultivated through Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation.

Every morning, Tang San opened his eyes to a fight for his life. Every morning, Fang Fan opened his eyes to sweet voices and laughter.

Tang San gritted his teeth in hatred. Fang Fan narrowed his eyes in pleasure.

In the training grounds, Tang San fought fallen ones to the death, battered and bleeding;

On a cushioned couch in the pavilion, Fang Fan laughed and chatted with the beauties, his white clothes spotless.

Tang San punched a stone wall again and again to vent his hatred. Fang Fan only had to open his mouth for a grape Zhu Zhuqing offered him.

One struggled through hell for revenge; the other basked in tenderness to grow stronger. If Dai Mubai saw the contrast, he might cough up blood on the spot.

Night shrouded Lotus Lake. Stars and a crescent moon reflected on its surface, while a gentle breeze stirred rings of fine ripples.

Fang Fan sat cross-legged on a bluestone by the lake, his white robes gleaming faintly silver beneath the moonlight. His eyes were closed as he rested.

Soft footsteps sounded behind him. He did not turn around; the faint, clean scent of snow and ice had already reached him.

"Still