Douluo Continent: Twin Souls of the Underworld, Holding the Power of Life and Death

Sunset Forest is not as vast as Starry Sky Forest.

However, due to its location in the heart of the Heavenly Dou Empire, and the presence of a natural poisonous miasma deep within the valley, it is rarely visited by humans.

This place is home to many poisonous spirit beasts that are rarely seen in the outside world.

There was another reason why Qian Anci chose to come here to hunt for his fourth spirit ring.

The eye of ice and fire.

He recalled the records about this place in his mind. One of the three great treasure basins, the place where the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King fell.

The remains of the two dragon kings sank to the bottom of the pool, their residual power remaining for tens of thousands of years, with the two extreme powers of ice and fire intertwined.

The valley was transformed into a natural medicinal garden full of rare treasures.

If we can take this place for ourselves, it will be extremely beneficial to our own development and that of the Spirit Hall in the future.

The mist in the forest gradually changed color.

The originally grayish-white mist began to be mixed with wisps of dark green poisonous miasma.

A faint, sweet, fishy smell filled the air, and the grass and trees at my feet had taken on an unnatural dark purple hue.

Qian Anci remained expressionless, and the gray-white death aura around his body flowed naturally, forming a thin film of air on his body surface.

The moment those toxic miasma touched the air membrane, they vanished without a trace, silently decomposed by the deathly aura.

Death and deadly poison have something in common. His deathly aura from the underworld can even erode life force, and ordinary poisonous fog is no match for him.

He continued walking deeper into the area.

The poisonous miasma grew thicker and thicker, reducing visibility to less than ten feet.

Scattered remains of soul beasts began to appear on the ground, some of them shriveled and blackened, as if they had been poisoned by some kind of deadly poison.

Dark red vines were wrapped around the tree trunk, their bodies covered with barbs whose tips gleamed eerily.

They traveled forward for about half an hour.

The poisonous miasma actually began to fade.

The sweet, fishy smell in the air gradually dissipated, replaced by two completely different scents.

An extreme chill.

An intense heat.

The two auras intertwined and waxed and waned, yet strangely maintained a certain balance, enveloping the entire area in front.

Qian Anci paused slightly in his steps.

Within his body, the shadow of Polykes trembled slightly before falling silent.

It's the aura of a dragon.

"It seems we're almost at the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire."

Although that aura had been dormant for countless years, it still carried an inviolable majesty.

That was the residual pressure of a Dragon King; even a trace of it was enough to keep ordinary soul beasts from getting close.

He quickened his pace, passing through the last patch of poisonous miasma.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

It was a huge circular valley, shaped like a giant bowl, with towering cliffs on all sides that separated the inside from the outside into two worlds.

Above the valley walls, poisonous miasma surged like boiling water, but inside the valley, the scene was quite different.

The vegetation is incredibly lush.

Every flower and plant emitted a faint fluorescent glow, with red and blue hues intermingling, illuminating the entire valley in a bizarre and surreal way.

Qian Anci couldn't even name some of the strangely shaped plants, but just by the spiritual energy they emitted, he knew they were no ordinary things.

In the center of the valley, a spring divides the water into two colors.

Half of it was as white as snow, and a chill rose up, even the stone wall by the spring was covered with a thick layer of frost.

Half of it was fiery red, with surging heat waves and viscous bubbles constantly rolling on the surface.

Where the two springs meet, mist hangs in the air, ice and fire mingle, and a hissing sound is heard.

The eye of ice and fire.

Qian Anci's gaze swept over the spring.

On the rock face beside the cold spring, a strange eight-petaled flower, pure white in color, quietly bloomed, its petals covered with fine ice crystals—it was the Eight-Cornered Mystic Ice Grass.

Beside the fiery spring, a crimson fairy herb stands in stark contrast, its petals dancing like flames—the delicate and sparse Fiery Apricot.

His gaze did not linger on the two immortal herbs for long.

He knows how to pick them, but not now.

Qian Anci composed himself and took a step into the valley.

"boom!"

A terrifying pressure suddenly descended from the sky, crashing down on his shoulder like Mount Tai.

Qian Anci's body suddenly sank, and two deep cracks were left on the stone ground beneath his feet.

His knees were slightly bent, but he managed to hold on just before they hit the ground.

Title Douluo.

He made his judgment in the first instant.

The intensity of this oppressive aura was quite different from what he felt when he encountered the Azure Phoenix Douluo.

"Junior."

An old, somber voice echoed from the valley, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"How dare you steal from my territory?"

Before he finished speaking, a cloud of dark green poisonous mist surged out from the depths of the valley, sweeping towards Qian Anci's seat like a living thing.

The poisonous fog was so thick it was almost liquid; wherever it passed, the grass withered instantly, and even the surface of the rocks was corroded with fine pits.

Qian Anci's pupils contracted slightly.

It's not an ordinary poison.

This is a deadly poison produced by a soul skill released by a martial soul.

For an ordinary Soul Master, inhaling even a trace of it would be enough to kill them.

He retreated rapidly, simultaneously slashing his right hand.

The Grim Reaper's scythe coalesced in his palm, and a grayish-white death aura swirled around the blade like a thin mist.

"First Soul Skill, Guidance to the Underworld."

The scythe blade sliced ​​through the air, tearing a thin line of gray-white mixed with dark red, directly slashing at the cloud of poisonous mist.

laugh.

The moment the thin thread collided with the toxic mist, it emitted a sickeningly corrosive sound.

The deathly aura and the deadly poison corroded each other. The poisonous mist was cut open by the thin thread, but it did not completely dissipate. Instead, it split into two streams and continued to encircle him.

Qian Anci took the opportunity to create distance and landed on a high ground ten zhang away from the valley entrance.

He held his sickle horizontally in front of him, his gaze coldly fixed on the depths of the valley.

"You are a Title Douluo, after all. Aren't you ashamed to attack a junior?"

There was a moment of silence in the valley.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse chuckle came.

"interesting."

A figure slowly emerged from the depths of the valley.

It was an old man with a hunched back, wearing a dark green robe, with a gaunt face and a thin body.

His pupils were vertical, with a ghostly green light shimmering deep within them, like the eyes of some cold-blooded animal.

Nine spirit rings slowly rose behind the old man.

Two yellows, two purples, and five blacks.

The standard configuration for a Title Douluo.

Qian Anci's gaze narrowed slightly.

He knew who this person was.

Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.

During this period, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye was occupied by this Title Douluo.

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back, his vertical pupils scrutinizing Qian Anci, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"A mere child of ten years old was able to withstand my Azure Phosphorus Snake Venom."

His gaze fell on the Grim Reaper's Scythe in Qian Anci's hand, and his vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

"No wonder you dared to trespass on my territory. But..."

He abruptly changed the subject, his voice turning cold.

"This place belongs to me. Anyone who dares to step into it will face my wrath."

Qian Anci remained silent.

He simply stood there quietly, planting the scythe in the ground, his hands resting on the top of the handle.

"What if I told you I have a way to solve your problem?"