C976 The Resurrection of Death
Whoosh!
The Soul Transformation Pool suddenly materialized within the well, settling beneath Yu Yuan's feet. The ancient patterns etched into the pool's walls pulsed with dark soul energy, whirling into a frenzied spin.
The lingering souls of the frigid Vicious Beasts were instantly drawn into the pool's depths.
Ruan Fu, newly formed from the well's waters, watched in dismay as the Soul Transformation Pool effortlessly breached the multiple layers of the Frost Well's constraints and infiltrated the well's inner realm. His expression grew grim.
"Extreme Cold Ice."
From his sleeves, shards of Ice Soul Crystals burst forth, arranging themselves into an array in the void.
Yu Yuan's mental acuity dulled under this assault. His Consciousness Little World began to exude a chilling fog that insidiously penetrated his soul and thoughts.
The flow of dark soul energy within the mysterious inscriptions on the pool's walls was also hindered.
"This isn't enough."
Yu Yuan lifted his gaze to the well's mouth, shrouded in inky blackness, and peered at the sky, cut off by the dark.
He sensed that the Soul Transformation Pool's emergence had stirred the deeply concealed barriers of the Fallen Moon Forbidden Area. The ancient patterns on the pool's walls were, in fact, channeling the latent power of the forbidden land as they absorbed the black soul energy!
Whoosh!
A beam, brimming with violent turbulence, erupted from a fragmented meteorite in a deep chasm below. It soared skyward, claiming the lives of three Soul Wandering cultivators from the Cloud Water Sect, then veered in midair, descending at an angle.
It plummeted toward the Frost Well, which hung suspended in midair.
Ruan Fu, the Great Elder of the Cold Yin Sect, had already entered the well from outside, leaving behind only the peculiar well, encased in thick rock ice, hovering in the void.
Crack! Crack!
The ice encrusting the well's opening was instantly demolished by the wildly unstable light.
The light, relentless in its force, cleaved through the extreme cold defenses like a sword, impaling Ruan Fu from head to toe.
His newly formed body, reminiscent of the Ice Concubine, shattered upon impact, scattering into a glittering array of ice fragments.
As the pieces tumbled into the well, Ruan Fu grunted softly, once again harnessing the well water to reconstruct himself.
Once again, Ruan Fu rose from the well, harnessing the icy waters of the Dark Domain Frost Well to gather his vital energy and intense cold spiritual power.
Boom!
A towering column of soul energy erupted from the well's mouth, like a ferocious waterfall, shattering the newly formed Ruan Fu into ethereal fragments.
His soul, like tattered pieces of a broken curtain, descended into the well water.
Beneath the surface, his soul coalesced once more, resurrecting time and again through the chilling embrace of the Dark Domain Frost Well.
The third, the fourth, the fifth!
Three more extraordinary beams of light cascaded from the forbidden outside, relentlessly battering Ruan Fu's reconstituted form into explosive disarray, scattering his soul to the winds.
The Grand Elder of the Cold Yin Sect, a formidable cultivator at the Unrestrained Stage who had merged with the Dark Domain Frost Well, experienced death and rebirth in an endless cycle within his own well-crafted world.
"This is the instrument of my Dao Integration, the universe within my artifact. In this place, I shall not perish!"
Ruan Fu's defiant howls echoed from the well, as seven or eight silhouettes of his being moved beneath the water, eventually merging into one.
Yu Yuan hovered above the well, his gaze icy and detached, refraining from plunging into the well for an assault.
"You are quite astute."
Above him, Canli of the Bright Clan glowed like a miniature sun, her voice a gentle murmur, "Since he has refined this Frost Well of the Dark Domain, merely immersing your body within it could see you dispatched to the dreaded Extreme Cold Dark Domain, should he be willing to pay the price."
"Yes, Master," the Ice Concubine concurred.
"I am aware," Yu Yuan responded.
The burst of memories within the Yin God alerted him to the peril lurking at the well's depths. Ruan Fu, even without leaving the expanse of the Boundless Land, could transport someone into the Extreme Cold Dark Domain—a realm so fearsome that even the Asura Clan dared not tread there.
The Extreme Cold Dark Domain was a realm Ruan Fu longed to explore, yet lacked the courage and the credentials to venture into.
"Because the walls of the Boundless Land are no longer impregnable, riddled with numerous fissures," Canli added softly, "these cracks allow the Frost Well of the Dark Domain to forge a hidden link with the Extreme Cold Dark Domain."
Yu Yuan nodded once more.
"You're right, he's nearly impossible to kill within the Dark Domain's Frost Well," Canli added.
Yu Yuan's brow furrowed in thought.
He had realized that Ruan Fu's soul consciousness, along with his refined life force and the pure, extreme cold spiritual energy, had become one with the Frost Well.
In fact, the Frost Well had essentially become an extension of his own body.
Upon merging with the well, Ruan Fu experienced a wondrous transformation. His Yin God soul, Yang God body, and his primary soul were all anchored to the Frost Well.
As long as he was within the well's domain, any shattered soul or ruptured body could be reconstructed through its waters.
Likewise, should the Frost Well suffer significant damage or destruction, Ruan Fu, even if he were millions of miles away in a different realm, would sustain immediate and severe injuries.
Death was even within the realm of possibility.
"His power, his life, and his death are all tightly bound to this singular object," Yu Yuan murmured before suggesting, "Rather than trying to kill him within the well, perhaps we should..."
"It's going to be very difficult for you to leave," Canli interjected.
"I won't leave. I'll stay and destroy the well from within," Yu Yuan said, his eyes narrowing with determination.
He reached out with his soul consciousness, attempting to connect with Yu Yiyi at the Dragon Slash Platform.
"I'm here."
"Go to the Dragon Slash Platform where the Frost Dragon lies buried."
"Understood."
After their brief exchange, Yu Yuan could sense that Yu Yiyi, the cauldron soul, had dutifully moved from the platform where the Golden Giant Dragon lay to a smaller one, where the Frost Dragon was interred.
As Yu Yiyi entered, a flash of enlightened thought seemed to sweep through Yu Yuan's inner world of consciousness.
Suddenly, the dragons, led by Loong Jie, detected a fearsome scent capable of annihilating their kind.
Every dragon's blood and soul quivered in response.
Loong Jie, with his golden scales, was the first to prostrate himself on the ground, coiling tightly and trembling incessantly atop the Dragon Slash Platform.
The other dragons followed suit, lying low and scarcely daring to draw breath.
Beneath them, the Dragon Slash Platform harboring the Frost Dragon nudged against another, which held the Space-time Dragon.
In that instant of contact, the powers of space and time erupted with force.
Suddenly, the Dragon Slash Platform that entombed the Frost Dragon vanished into thin air, shrouded in mystery.
Within the tiny cosmos of the well.
Yu Yuan opened his hands, revealing a swirling ball of Space-time Extraordinary Talent in his palm, which manifested as a jagged, sharp-edged, gray-white stone.
"The Dragon Slash Platform!"
Canli of the Bright Clan inhaled sharply, her gaze fixed on the storied relic cradled in Yu Yuan's hand, her heart growing heavy with its sight.
Ruan Fu, materializing once more within the well's waters, stared blankly at the rare stone in Yu Yuan's palm. A sudden realization struck him; the Dao Spell of Ice he had mastered and the myriad secret arts of the Cold Yin Sect had become ineffective.
As he gazed upon the stone, his soul, steeped in bitter cold, was seized by fear—a primal, deep-seated terror.
"The Dao Spells practiced by the Cold Yin Sect and the profound truths of extreme cold they have discerned are derived from a Tenth Level Dragon God," Yu Yuan conversed with Ruan Fu, their eyes unwavering from the stone, as if peering into its depths at the Frost Dragon that had perished ages ago.
"I'm curious to see if this Frost Well you've harnessed can withstand his might."
The palm-sized gray-white stone in Yu Yuan's grasp morphed before their eyes into a colossal dragon, its body sheathed in silver frost, its scales glinting with a pale, icy radiance.
