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Two tails, one head.

The great strength hexagram.

Thunder above heaven: great strength. The gentleman treads no path contrary to propriety.

"Thunder rolls across the heavens, mighty in its force. This signifies yang energy at its peak."

Li Xiang lowered his head to study the hexagram, his gaze sharpening slightly. "For this hexagram to appear in a place of extreme yin means yang is born at yin's utmost limit. A thread of danger lies hidden amid the promise of life. As long as I hold to the righteous path and remain steadfast, I can reap the benefits."

Li Xiang put away the copper coins, his palm lightly rubbing their cold metal patterns. He had already made his decision.

He glanced back at Tiger Million, who lay crouched in the snow.

The enormous white beast, who normally roared through the mountain forests, now looked like a frightened house cat. He stared fixedly at the pitch-black entrance, uneasy whimpers rising from his throat.

It was a creature's instinctive fear of some unknown, immense terror.

Li Xiang patted Tiger Million, who looked mighty but lacked courage within. "Brother Tiger, stay outside and cover my retreat. If anything seems wrong, don't worry about me. Run first."

With that, he took a Demon Grain Pill from his robes and flicked it straight into the tiger's mouth.

Tiger Million held the pill in his mouth and looked at Li Xiang. This time, he was truly moved.

Into boiling water and raging fire!

Li Xiang strode toward the entrance, which resembled a vertical eye. He stepped inside, and darkness gradually swallowed his figure.

The cave was not as dark as he had imagined. A luminous moss grew on the rock walls, casting a dim blue glow that barely illuminated the path ahead.

The light offered no warmth.