After a long period of deliberation, Wenlong finally made up his mind and plunged into the churning, steaming magma.
The temperature soared in an instant, and the cold radiating from the ice spirit marrow intensified just as quickly. Ice and heat clashed fiercely.
Wenlong bore the brunt of it. Assailed by heat and cold at once, he found the sensation anything but pleasant as his entire body sank beneath the magma.
Before long, he discovered a chamber deep below, where a dazzling flame pulsed ceaselessly.
This was undoubtedly the fire spirit marrow. It floated in midair, and nothing could approach it. Even the sturdiest stone would melt upon drawing near, turning into churning magma.
Such was its terrifying power. The closer Wenlong approached the fire spirit marrow,
the more fiercely the ice spirit marrow within him radiated cold to resist the heat.
For a long time, Wenlong repeatedly tried to approach, only to be forced back. The ice spirit marrow within him seemed to sense that its master was being bullied.
It released cold even more furiously, battling the fire spirit marrow outside Wenlong's body.
Wenlong knew that trying to seize the fire spirit marrow immediately was unrealistic. He could only sit in meditation and wait, slowly familiarizing himself with the intense heat.
Without allowing himself to be injured, he gradually learned to sense and accept that scorching aura.
More than a month passed in a flash. He tried absorbing the fire spirit marrow many times, but still failed.
Ice and fire continued their struggle, neither yielding an inch. Naturally, Wenlong suffered the most, caught between these two extremes.
He frequently recited the Quieting Mind Formula silently, diverting his attention to make himself feel a little better.
The struggle between ice and fire would not be settled anytime soon. Bored