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"They're from the Northwestern Region?"
"Two women, with special physiques?" Bing Zun Zhe's eyes narrowed slightly.
No wonder.
He had been wondering why Tian She would be so brainless, going out of his way to provoke certain death.
Turns out, greed clouded his judgment.
At the same time, Bing Zun Zhe also felt a bit more at ease. Since the other party came from the Northwestern Region, then the problem wasn't that big.
That barren land, no matter how strong, its experts were limited.
A One-Star Dou Zun would likely already be standing at the peak there. And these five, it was their first time in Central Plains, without any backing, not worth worrying about.
Thinking this, Bing Zun Zhe suddenly felt his temper rising.
So arrogant—he thought they had some terrifying background.
But in the end, they were just a bunch of bumpkins!
With this kind of origin, they dared to act like my Ice River Valley was beneath their notice?
Bing Zun Zhe tapped his finger lightly on the armrest and asked, "Those two women, what kind of special physiques do they have?"
The black mist squirmed, as if pondering, before finally replying, "One is unknown, but the other, the white-haired woman..."
Saying this, he tossed out a jade bottle, "Bing Zun Zhe, why don't you take a look at this."
"Oh?" Bing Zun Zhe's eyes flickered as he looked at the jade bottle flying toward him. A surge of icy cold erupted, freezing the jade bottle in midair.
Casting a glance at the black mist below, he did not reach out to grab the jade bottle. Instead, with a mere thought—
Crack crack crack~
Bang!
A soft sound rang out as the jade bottle was instantly frozen into powder by the cold.
As the powder scattered, a faint wisp of gray-white airflow drifted out.
"This is!" Bing Zun Zhe's eyes instantly shrank, and his body sat upright.
"This wisp of almost-dissipated poison qi, I stumbled upon at the site of Tian She's fall," the voice in the black mist grew heavier, "Combined with the information we gathered, that white-haired woman, she resembles one of the legendary terrifying physiques."
Bing Zun Zhe reached out, and the faint wisp of gray-white poison qi, wrapped in cold, landed in his palm.
Chi chi chi~
When the icy cold and the poison qi touched, faint sizzling corrosion sounds quietly rang out.
His eyes stared fixedly on that wisp of poison qi.
A moment later, Bing Zun Zhe's eyelids drooped slightly, hiding the uncontrollable excitement and joy in the depths of his eyes. His voice was low as he said, "Woeful Poison Body!"
The moment those four words fell, as if carrying some strange magic, the hall instantly fell silent.
Immediately after—
"What?!"
"It's actually that kind of legendary terrifying physique!?"
An uproar broke out.
"This physique… it has appeared again." The elder sitting in the corner, who had been wearing a warm smile, also turned solemn.
The Woeful Poison Body—this was practically taboo.
Every time such a physique appeared, it would trigger a great catastrophe across the Central Plains, countless lives lost as a result.
And every time, it was only after all the great factions of the Central Plains joined together, paying a heavy price, that they were finally able to eradicate it.
Therefore, when it came to the words "Woeful Poison Body," the Central Plains' factions were extremely sensitive.
Those four words, had always represented death.
"We also suspect, there's at least an eighty percent chance that it really is the Woeful Poison Body," the black mist's voice was grave, then he asked, "Bing Zun Zhe, shall we cooperate?"
"Fine! The Woeful Poison Body belongs to my Ice River Valley, the others, you can have." On the Frozen Throne, Bing Zun Zhe slowly stood up, terrifying cold currents spreading outward with each breath. He glanced at the figure in the black mist and said softly.
He knew, the Soul Hall seeking him out was most likely to use him, to let him test the waters.
But he didn't care.
Because, the Woeful Poison Body… he wanted it!
"Deal. As expected of Bing Zun Zhe, such decisiveness, far beyond ordinary men, heh heh. In that case, let's wish ourselves a pleasant cooperation." The black mist let out a strange laugh.
"Where are they?" Bing Zun Zhe got straight to the point.
"Fallen God Stream."
"They actually went there." Bing Zun Zhe's pupils contracted slightly.
That place, for the Woeful Poison Body, was an excellent ground for growth. If she devoured the vast poison qi there, and in the end completely lost control, erupting, then the consequences… would be very troublesome.
"Then there's no time to waste, we set out immediately, I'll personally open a space passage!"
Inside the icy great hall, while a massive black hand targeting Wei Yang's group gradually took shape.
Fallen God Stream.
Inside an unnamed small valley.
Above, thick poisonous clouds churned, blotting out the sky and sun.
Within the valley, a green sun the size of a millstone hung suspended, faint emerald light spilling down, rich vitality spreading everywhere.
On the surface of the green sun, green flames flickered, countless tiny lightning snakes joyfully darting about.
In this place deep within Fallen God Stream, where poisonous gas and venomous beasts filled every corner, this small valley, thanks to that green sun, had instead turned into a small world overflowing with vigorous life.
Wei Yang leaned back against a stone chair, his gaze occasionally drifting toward Xian'er in the distance.
At this moment, Xian'er's body surface no longer leaked the slightest trace of poisonous gas.
Her skin, once pale from the full eruption of the Woeful Poison Body, now once again radiated a healthy rosy glow.
Not only that.
This body of hers, eroded by poison qi for so many years, was now regaining fresh vitality.
Wei Yang's heart felt somewhat dazed, and his understanding of the Woeful Poison Body deepened even more.
The Woeful Poison Body represented pure death.
That origin poison qi, it harmed not only others, but also the one who bore it.
As the physique that carried Woeful Poison Qi, it was fated to never have any connection with vitality.
This was probably also the fundamental reason why Xian'er had never been able to conceive all these years.
This physique, it held only death, and simply could not nurture new life. And the stronger one's strength grew, the closer one came to death.
In the end, it was inevitable—completely eroded by poison qi, self-awareness lost, vitality exhausted, becoming nothing but a walking corpse, a moving source of poison.
Yet now, as the origin poison qi gradually became tinged with a hint of vitality, that endless deathly aura was slightly neutralized, causing the poison to carry faint traces of liveliness.
Vitality—this was the root solution to the Woeful Poison Body.
Before, he had been too naïve, treating the Woeful Poison Body far too lightly.
"Vitality, vitality, so this is the key..."
"Death and Life, destruction and vitality, life and death—like yin and yang, they are two sides of the same body, not two separate entities." He slowly spread open his palm, and in his hand, a cluster of green flame emerged.
Its color shifted constantly between black and green.
Destruction and vitality, evolving endlessly with the changing hues.
"Life within death, death within life, mutually dependent, cycling without end—this, is the Law of Life and Death?"
"Then what is my path? How should I walk it?"
"Is it life and death… or chaos?"
Wei Yang's eyes reflected the ever-changing flame, and for a moment, he felt a trace of confusion. He had originally believed that the path he walked was yin and yang, which in the end would evolve into the path of chaos.
But now, it seemed he had strayed, moving instead toward the Dao of Life and Death.
"No... no, that's not right."
His vision was still too narrow, his understanding fundamentally flawed.
Yin and yang, it seemed, were not just their literal meanings—simply yin and simply yang—but rather, a broader concept, a metaphor.
It was an interpretation of the duality inherent in all things, not something singular.
Like yin and yang, like water and fire, like cold and heat, like life and death, like destruction and creation, like heaven and earth, light and darkness.
All of these could be understood as yin and yang. All things, embracing yin and carrying yang, possessed duality.
Yin and yang represented the original One.
Only afterward did Two, Three, and Four derive from it.
It encompassed everything, not merely pure yin and pure yang.
"So from the very beginning, my understanding of yin and yang was wrong?"
"Broad sense, narrow sense..."
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