"So this is the Bone Chilling Flame..."
Fang Yang looked at the forest-white flame rising faintly in his palm, his gaze as deep as night.
The flame seemed to sway gently, emitting heart-trembling energy fluctuations.
He extended his fingertip, lightly brushing across the surface of the forest-white flame. A strange sensation transmitted—a perfect fusion of extreme cold and extreme heat within this flame.
Ice crystals quietly bloomed in the flame, then dissolved into nothingness in an instant.
This power contained both the yin-cold that could freeze souls and the scorching heat that could burn all things to ashes.
"Excellent."
A satisfied smile appeared on Fang Yang's face.
His fingertip closed, and that cluster of forest-white flame sank into his palm, disappearing without a trace.
Just at this moment, a respectful call came from the lakeside of the Lake of Life.
"Your Majesty, your subordinate Myriad Demon King requests an audience!"
Fang Yang raised his eyes to look. A man dressed in purple-patterned magnificent clothing with a cold and handsome face was standing with bowed head ten zhang away.
A dense plant life aura surrounded him—this was precisely Myriad Demon King, one of the Ten Great Fierce Beasts of the Great Star Dou Forest's core circle.
"Come in."
Fang Yang spoke indifferently, his voice calm and unwavering, yet carrying unquestionable majesty.
"Yes."
Myriad Demon King responded and approached, his steps steady, his posture always maintaining respect.
He stopped five steps before Fang Yang, slightly bowing, his gaze always fixed on the ground before his feet, not daring the slightest disrespect.
"Myriad Demon King, what do you seek from me?" Fang Yang asked.
Myriad Demon King maintained his bowing posture, his voice growing even more respectful: "Reporting to Your Majesty, your subordinate was ordered by the Silver Dragon Majesty to come and inquire."
"All arrangements for the journey to the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well have been properly made. I wonder when Your Majesty plans to depart?"
"Alright, I understand." Fang Yang nodded slightly.
He slowly rose. Although his aura was completely restrained, an invisible sense of power naturally spread out, causing the surrounding air to seem to stagnate somewhat.
"Understood. Your subordinate takes his leave."
Myriad Demon King dared not speak more, bowing again in salute before quietly retreating several steps, then turning to leave.
Fang Yang stood with hands behind his back, his gaze passing over the rippling Lake of Life, looking toward the distant sky. "It is indeed time."
He slowly walked out from the lakeside of the Lake of Life.
"Brother."
Na'er immediately bounded over like a cheerful little deer.
Fang Yang opened his arms, steadily catching the flying Na'er, and rubbed her soft long hair.
Gu Yuena stood quietly at the side, deep light flowing through her silver eyes: "Ready?"
"Mm."
Fang Yang nodded slightly, looking at Xu Xiaoyan standing at the side.
He spoke warmly: "Xiaoyan, with Na'er here to accompany you, don't worry."
"Mm, alright."
Xu Xiaoyan nodded obediently.
Gu Yuena's gaze swept across the fierce beasts: "You all will stay and guard the Great Star Dou Forest."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Di Tian led the fierce beasts in responding in unison.
Fang Yang spoke: "Gu Yue, let's go."
Gu Yuena nodded slightly, her slender hand rising lightly.
A stream of silver light flowed out from her palm, instantly enveloping the two of them. Ripples appeared in space, and their figures gradually blurred in the silver light, finally disappearing from the depths of the Great Star Dou Forest.
The Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well—one spring with dual nature, two polarities opposing each other.
This earthly treasure was located at the center of the Sunset Forest, formed by the energy of the fallen Water Dragon King and Fire Dragon King's remains.
The Sunset Forest was surrounded by the highly poisonous plant—the Jade Phosphor Seven Absolutes Flower—making it a natural forbidden zone that soul masters found difficult to approach.
Extremely opposing ice and fire energies coexisted wonderfully here, forming a unique ecology. It nurtured many immortal herbs and spiritual medicines, and was rated as one of the Three Great Treasure Basins!
The Three Great Treasure Basins were respectively: "Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well, Qiankun Forgetting Love Valley, and Dragon Valley Small World."
Currently, except for the Qiankun Forgetting Love Valley whose location was unknown after being hidden by Tang God King, the other two had already appeared in the world.
...
Ripples appeared in space, and Fang Yang and Gu Yuena stepped out from the spatial gate flowing with silver light.
The scene before them was breathtaking. What appeared before them was a forest full of vitality, brimming with various life force.
Every plant emitted dense spiritual energy, and the medicinal herbs visible everywhere contained extraordinary life aura.
The air was permeated with a faint fragrance—that was the unique aroma emitted by countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
"This should be the forest belonging to the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well..." Fang Yang looked around, perceiving the interwoven dual ice and fire energies in the air.
The auras of extreme cold and extreme heat coexisted wonderfully, making one feel as if simultaneously placed between a glacier and a volcano.
Gu Yuena nodded slightly, a flash of memory passing through her silver eyes: "I can sense the familiar dragon race aura ahead."
"That is the power trace of the Water Dragon King and Fire Dragon King. It should be where the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well is located."
Thus, Fang Yang held Gu Yuena's hand as they advanced.
Arriving at the valley entrance, there was a layer of thick, un-dissipating seven-colored mist enveloping it—dreamlike and illusory, yet emitting a heart-trembling dangerous aura.
This was precisely the Seven-Colored Poison Mist that had guarded the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well for ten thousand years. Its toxicity was so fierce that even Titled Douluo and Hyper Douluo level powerhouses would be in extreme danger once contaminated.
"Gu Yue, I'll handle this."
Fang Yang stepped forward, protecting Gu Yuena behind him.
He turned his palm upward, and a stream of dark green flame leaped out. The flame surged silently, instantly transforming into an elegant dark purple butterfly with spread wings.
"Go."
Fang Yang gave a soft command.
That dark purple poison butterfly lightly flapped its wings and flew toward the Seven-Colored Poison Mist.
The moment the phosphorescence on its wings touched the poison mist, the originally stagnant poison fog was like rivers returning to the sea, continuously absorbed into the butterfly's body.
Buzz—
The Seven-Colored Poison Mist visibly thinned at a speed visible to the naked eye. The ten-thousand-year intense poison and pure energy contained within all became nourishment for the Netherworld Poison Flame.
After a moment, the last wisp of seven-colored mist was also completely devoured, and the valley entrance became completely clear.
That dark purple poison butterfly's form seemed to have solidified somewhat. It circled half a turn in the air, then obediently sank into Fang Yang's palm and disappeared.
"As expected of poison mist accumulated over ten thousand years—the energy is quite good."
Fang Yang felt a trace of satisfied fluctuation transmitted from the Netherworld Poison Flame within his body, commenting indifferently.
With the obstacle removed, the two exchanged glances. Without need for words, they stepped together into the valley.
The scene within the valley suddenly opened up, completely different from the outside world.
What met their eyes was a strange lake. The lake's diameter was not large, yet the water within presented two colors.
On one side was ice-blue, emitting endless cold intent!
On the other side was fire-red, emitting terrifying scorching energy!
The most marvelous thing was that in this small pool of water, two completely opposing energies actually coexisted simultaneously—clearly distinguished, neither encroaching upon the other!
Only at their boundary did a layer of faint white mist form, continuously rising and merging into the Seven-Colored Poison Mist.
This was the earthly secret realm known as the "Treasure Basin"—the place where Tang God King built his foundation—the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well!
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