"Who are you people, daring to trespass upon Tang Sect's treasure land!"
"According to Tang Sect's thirty-second rule, you have already committed a fatal offense!"
A Tang Sect disciple dressed in Tang Sect attire came rushing from afar, his face carrying expressions of both shock and anger.
He had obviously detected the disturbance of the Seven-Colored Poison Mist disappearing outside the valley and had specifically come to investigate the situation.
"Noisy."
Fang Yang glanced indifferently, not even making any extra movement.
A stream of forest-white cold air emanated from around him.
Where the cold air passed, fine ice crystals condensed in the air, and the ground was instantly covered with a layer of white frost.
Before the Tang Sect disciple could make any reaction, his entire person was completely frozen solid.
He maintained his forward-charging posture, his expression of shock frozen into eternity, transformed into a lifelike ice sculpture.
Gu Yuena stood quietly at the side, not the slightest ripple in her purple eyes. To her, the life and death of such ants were not worth attention at all.
Fang Yang's expression was calm, simply brushing away a speck of dust with a casual wave of his hand.
He turned to Gu Yuena, speaking indifferently: "Shall we continue?"
The two continued walking toward the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well. The closer they got, the more they could sense that strange aura of interwoven ice and fire.
On the left, the cold spring was wrapped in white mist; on the right, the scorching pool steamed with red vapor. Two completely opposite energies coexisted wonderfully here.
"Who are you people?"
A cold and clear female voice suddenly rang out—heard before the person was seen.
A figure abruptly appeared before the two of them. She wore a purple long robe, had dignified features, an elegant temperament, and her usually calm face now carried a few degrees of vigilance.
Immediately after, six more figures appeared behind her, each with different radiances, having taken human form.
Precisely led by the Beautiful Silk Tulip, with the Infernal Delicate Apricot, the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, the Earth Dragon Golden Melon, the Ink Jade Divine Bamboo, and the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew—the six great plant fierce beasts gathered together.
The foundation of the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well, after who knew how many eras of development, had allowed the top plants here to possess strength not inferior to other spirit beasts.
The Beautiful Silk Tulip's gaze swept across the frozen Tang Sect disciple, her heart slightly chilled.
She looked gravely at the uninvited guests before her, sensing the terrifying auras emanating from Fang Yang and Gu Yuena.
Especially that man—seemingly standing there casually, yet making her instinctively feel her heart tremble.
"This is the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well. Outsiders are not welcome." The Beautiful Silk Tulip spoke in a deep voice, and the five great immortal products behind her simultaneously released their pressure.
Plants throughout the entire valley swayed accordingly, emitting streams of flowing light.
"Oh?"
The corner of Fang Yang's lips curved upward, carrying a few degrees of mockery, "You say we are outsiders. Since when did this Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well become someone's property?"
"Impudence! This Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well has always been the territory of our plant race!" The Infernal Delicate Apricot had the most explosive temper, and blazing flames were already igniting around her.
"Interesting."
A cold light flashed through Fang Yang's eyes, "Being Tang Sect's dog for so long, now you can't distinguish your master, is that it?"
A terrifying aura released from his body, and pressure like tangible substance instantly enveloped the entire Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Under this pressure, even space began to distort slightly.
The six great immortal products all changed color. Under this pressure, they found even standing became difficult.
The Beautiful Silk Tulip forcibly suppressed the fear in her heart, gritting her teeth: "Just who are you, sir? Why must you forcefully intrude upon our territory?"
Gu Yuena's voice was as cold as ice: "This Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well was originally a wonder of heaven and earth created by the dragon race."
"You are merely later inhabitants—what qualification do you have to claim sovereignty?"
Her voice was light, yet carried unquestionable majesty, causing the six great immortal products to tremble in unison.
The Beautiful Silk Tulip's face changed dramatically: "You... how do you know this secret?"
Even the Tang Sect was unaware of this truth—where did this woman before her learn of it?
"This seat, is the Silver Dragon King."
Gu Yuena indifferently stated her title.
The moment the three words "Silver Dragon King" emerged, the entire Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well suddenly fell into silence.
The six great immortal products, hearing this, had faces written full of disbelief.
The Beautiful Silk Tulip's pupils contracted sharply. As the immortal herb that had lived the longest, she naturally knew what this title represented.
That was the co-ruler of spirit beasts, one of the Dragon God's avatars!
"Alright, the reunion ends here."
Fang Yang's icy voice rang out, "Now let me send you on your way."
He raised his hand, and above his palm, a forest-white flame silently ignited.
That flame had no temperature whatsoever, instead emitting extreme cold intent that could freeze souls.
"Absolute Zero."
As Fang Yang's words fell, the forest-white flame transformed into an invisible ripple of ice cold, instantly spreading outward.
Where the ripple passed, space seemed to be frozen, and time stagnated at this moment.
The six great plant fierce beasts, along with their main bodies rooted here, within one ten-thousandth of a second, were completely sealed into eternally unmelting profound ice, their life force severed.
In an instant, the entire Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well was completely frozen solid.
The valley that had previously been flowing with colorful light and vibrant with life was now covered by a deathly silent pure white.
The six great plant fierce beasts, along with their immortal herb main bodies, were transformed into six ice sculptures of various postures.
The dense life aura and herbal fragrance permeating the air were also dispersed and frozen by that absolute cold intent.
Only the spring water of the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well itself continued to flow, unaffected.
Fang Yang slowly withdrew his hand, and that forest-white flame silently sank into his palm, as if it had never appeared.
He looked at this area that had been frozen in an instant, his gaze indifferent, like a deity overlooking dust.
Just at this moment, two ancient and powerful auras suddenly transmitted from the depths of the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well.
One was scorching like the sun, one was cold like the moon—the two auras interwove together, forming a strange resonance.
Gu Yuena raised her head slightly, a ripple flashing through her purple eyes: "Finally awakened?"
From the depths of the spring eye, two massive phantoms slowly emerged.
One was entirely ice-blue, with scales as crystal-clear as ice, emitting cold intent that made souls shudder.
The other was completely crimson-red, with scales like molten lava, surrounded by scorching energy fluctuations.
They were precisely the residual souls of the Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King slumbering here!
"Your Majesty..."
Two ancient voices rang out simultaneously, carrying unbelievable excitement and reverence.
Their phantoms circled above the spring eye, emitting heart-trembling dragon might.
Gu Yuena nodded lightly: "It is I."
"Years of waiting, we've finally witnessed Your Majesty's return."
The Ice Dragon King's voice trembled, "Since Lord Dragon God's fall, we two have slumbered here with our residual souls, not daring for a single day to forget our ambition to restore the dragon race."
The Fire Dragon King continued: "Sensing Your Majesty's aura, we immediately awoke."
"However, our residual soul power is less than one-tenth of what it once was. We could not welcome you from afar—please forgive us, Your Majesty."
"It matters not."
Gu Yuena responded calmly, yet her gaze turned toward the still-flowing ice-fire spring water, a complex expression flashing through her eyes.
"Your Majesty, our dragon bones are buried beneath this ice-fire spring water."
The Ice Dragon King explained, "This Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well was formed by the interweaving of divine power we released at our fall."
"Now that Your Majesty has returned, everything here should rightfully be disposed of by Your Majesty."
"Good."
Gu Yuena nodded slightly, slowly walking toward the edge of the spring eye.
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