Before his eyes stood a small, crystal-clear tree. Its trunk was gnarled, with branches arranged in an intricate, graceful pattern reminiscent of snow-covered willow twigs or ancient fossils.
It was the Ice-Fire flora.
The swirling mist surrounding it carried a refreshing, invigorating fragrance. A single breath was enough to soothe the spirit and clear the mind. Ye Long felt his very soul drifting out of his body, drawn in by an irresistible pull. The air, thick with the conflicting essence of extreme heat and biting cold, was not only physically jarring but caused his Dragon God Formula to stir with a restless energy.
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