"What about Bone Elder...?"
Seeing the uncertain expression on Ning Rongrong's face, Ning Fengzhi's heart skipped a beat.
"It's fine, Father." Ning Rongrong reassured him. "They're just residual soul fragments, not actual first-grade gods. We just need to put them back to sleep."
She stepped forward, approaching the convergence line of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, gazing at the dragon-shaped shadows reflected in the waters.
Placing her fingers over her chest, she made a series of subtle hand seals.
"Lín bīng dǒu zhě, jiē zhèn liè zài qián."
"Seal!"
Centered around the enlarged Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda hovering above the well, a rotating Taiji formation materialized.
A wave of oppressive force rippled outward.
Bypassing the meditating Bone Douluo, specks of light scattered onto the water's surface.
"This is..." Ning Fengzhi and the others widened their eyes.
The churning waters gradually calmed, the ripples smoothing out. The dark shadows beneath the ice and fire lakes slowly faded.
"Sealed?" Not only was Ning Fengzhi stunned, but even Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan beside him found it hard to believe.
Especially Dugu Bo. As a Title Douluo with the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor martial soul, he could sense his own spirit being suppressed by the two shadowy figures below far more intensely than Dugu Yan could.
It was like the difference between an ordinary Jade Phosphor Serpent and the Serpent Emperor.
No, it felt even more extreme than that.
"Yan'er, do you feel your martial soul being suppressed?" Dugu Bo instinctively asked.
Dugu Yan paused, then cautiously summoned her Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor to check.
"Hmm... no? I don't feel anything like that."
"Is that so?" Dugu Bo murmured.
Both had the same martial soul, yet Dugu Yan sensed nothing. Did that mean her spirit wasn't inferior to the shadows below?
Of course, this was just his speculation.
The three of them continued watching the well intently.
Just before the fiery dragon shadow of the Yang Spring and the icy dragon shadow of the Yin Spring completely vanished
ROOOOAR!
A deafening draconic roar shook the skies, reverberating across the entire Sunset Forest and even beyond.
Then, silence.
The shadows in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had returned to slumber.
Ning Rongrong exhaled deeply, lowering her hands and relaxing her tense expression.
The Everlasting Life Art primarily cultivated the soul immortality through an indestructible spirit.
The Ice and Fire Dragon Kings were mere remnants. If they had been complete souls, she wouldn't have been able to force them back to sleep.
After all, she was only half-step into the Grandmaster realm, not a true Grandmaster yet.
Patting her cheeks to compose herself, she returned to Ning Fengzhi's side with a light tone:
"Mission accomplished. Once Grandpa Bone wakes up, everything will be fine. We don't need to worry about what's underwater."
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi nodded. From his perception, the Bone Douluo's aura was stable no cause for concern.
"Rongrong, you can actually seal first-grade gods?" Dugu Yan blurted in amazement.
The massive shadows in the well had radiated an inexplicably oppressive aura, likely the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings Ning Rongrong mentioned earlier.
To be precise, the Ice Dragon King had formed the blue Yin Spring, while the Fire Dragon King became the scorching Yang Spring something easily inferred from their names.
"What are you thinking, Sister Yan? If I could do that, why would I worry about Tang Chen?"
Ning Rongrong spread her hands.
"The Dark Devilgod Tiger activated the residual souls of the Dragon Kings. I just severed that connection."
"Completely sealing two first-grade gods even as fragments is beyond me."
Seriously, did they think she was a Grandmaster or something?
No matter how weakened, first-grade gods were still gods. She was just a tiny support-type Soul Master.
Dugu Yan studied her for a moment, sensing she might be withholding something, but chose not to press further.
"...How long until Bone Elder wakes up?" she asked, shifting to a more pressing topic.
"Three days. At most." Ning Rongrong stated firmly.
With potential crises averted, the group began discussing which immortal herbs and spirit medicines to leave behind.
Their final decision:
Leave three immortal herbs, one-fifth of the spirit herbs, and take half of the common herbs.
The reasoning? They had to leave something valuable, or the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda would be accused of deceit.
There was no need to antagonize the Clear Sky Sect unnecessarily.
Ning Rongrong wasn't one of those bizarre transmigrators who inexplicably harbored mortal grudges against Tang San.
As long as her interests weren't threatened, she saw no reason to interfere.
"The immortal herbs we're leaving aren't particularly potent. Trading them is acceptable."
"What do you think, Elder Dugu?" Ning Rongrong asked.
No way was she leaving the Eye of the Heartbroken Rose for Tang San. Why leave a spirit herb that boosted mental power?
Support-type Soul Masters desperately needed mental strength. Even if she didn't use it herself, Ning Fengzhi could.
Though after absorbing so many spirit bones, he might not need it either. Still, no point leaving it behind.
"You can decide on the herb garden." Though Dugu Bo had already handed it over to the sect, Ning Rongrong seeking his opinion warmed his heart.
"Rongrong, I understand the rest," Dugu Yan said, "but are you sure about leaving the Eye of the Heartbroken Rose? For lower-ranked Soul Masters, it's a treasure!"
For someone between the 30th and 40th ranks, consuming it could grant a ten-level boost.
Ning Rongrong smiled faintly. "Besides Tang San, there's one more person coming."
"Qian Renxue?" Dugu Yan frowned. "But she's already a Soul Sage."
"No. I want to guide Qian Renxue into giving the rose to Bibi Dong."
"Would that work?" The rose's effects were too unpredictable.
"Who knows? Our ally doesn't need to be lovestruck. At worst, we lose a little."
"I'm curious how deeply the Rakshasa God has influenced Bibi Dong."
Guiding the Soul Sage-level Qian Renxue was well within Ning Rongrong's capabilities.
If Qian Renxue could deliver the rose to Bibi Dong, the plan would be a success.
Bibi Dong's obsession with Yu Xiaogang seemed more like divine manipulation than genuine affection.
Wouldn't it be meaningful to dismantle something that appeared beautiful but was actually rotten beneath?
Besides, it aligned with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's interests.
Meanwhile, in the Star Dou Great Forest...
"My Lady, I've delivered the token to Qian Daoliu. But with the Rakshasa God and Asura God both targeting Spirit Hall, should we really intervene?" Di Tian voiced his concerns.
"Do what we can." The Silver Dragon King's tone carried resignation. "Spirit Hall walks on thin ice, but so do we."
"Di Tian, have you traced the origin of that strange energy within the Dark Devilgod Tiger?"
"Not yet. That creature is too elusive." Even Di Tian, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, couldn't catch it.
"That power doesn't belong to this world or even this dimension."
"Perhaps it's also our slim hope for survival."
"Keep searching the human world when possible. If necessary, I'll go myself."
"My Lady..." Di Tian hesitated.
"Don't worry. I understand those beings better than you. They won't detect me."
Just then, both sensed a familiar aura.
"This is..." Di Tian's golden pupils contracted in shock.
As one of the Divine Realm's former Nine Great Dragon Kings and leader of the Black Dragon Clan, he couldn't mistake the presence of his kin.
"Could they still be alive?"
The aura vanished as abruptly as it appeared.
After a long silence, the Silver Dragon King spoke:
"Di Tian, investigate the whereabouts of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings. If there's hope... bring them home."
"As you command, My Lady."