Chapter 9: Chapter 8: Seal of Ice and Fire
Qian Renxue stood at the edge of the twin spring, the precious herb cradled in her hands like a sacred offering. The morning light filtering through the mist painted the valley in soft pastels, casting shimmering rainbows through the dew that clung to the white leaves.
She sat down in a meditation posture then raised the herb slowly, her lips parting just enough to sip from the heart of the herb—the dew nestled between the three snow-colored leaves.
It was cool, almost unnaturally so. Like moonlight distilled into liquid, the dew slid down her throat and sank into her body like a whisper.
Then it struck.
Her golden pupils widened, breath catching.
The dew was no ordinary liquid—it was essence. It bypassed her body, dove straight into her soul.
A pressure formed in the center of her brow, as if a star was blooming behind her forehead. Her mental sea, which had already surpassed that of most soul saints due to her transmigration from an adult soul, began to boil.
Ripples turned to waves and waves to storms.
She staggered a step back, but remained upright, her divine soul stabilizing the chaos within. Behind her closed eyes, her spirit sea churned—a vast ocean of thought, memory, and will. In the world of Douluo Dalu, this was the realm only true masters of spiritual power ever glimpsed.
Now, Qian Renxue touched it.
Her mental power swelled like a tide under the pull of a divine moon. Wisps of golden thought formed rings around her, spinning gently like halos of a nascent god. Her spirit sea, once a calm lake, now resembled an infinite ocean with no visible shore.
And at its center, the fragment of Electrolux's soul shivered—then steadied.
The dew had worked.
The divine soul that had been burning from within, barely held together, was now healing. Not fully healed—but anchored.
Her mental strength, once equivalent to a Soul Saint's, now surged, and touched the threshold of a Titled Douluo's.
Qian Renxue exhaled slowly. Her lashes fluttered open, and her gaze was clearer than it had ever been—not just in sight, but in mind. The fog had lifted.
The Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew had done its work.
And as the final drops faded into her being, the herb in her hand crumbled into silver dust and scattered in the wind—its mission complete.
The silver dust of the herb dissolved into the mist, and silence once again wrapped the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well like a sacred veil.
But deep within Qian Renxue's spirit sea, someone stirred.
Electrolux.
The ancient necromancer had been quiet for some time, his consciousness turned inward—fighting the whispers of madness, isolating the twisted thoughts seeded by the Almighty. Yet now, a wave of cool clarity washed over him. The pain eased, the dissonance softened. Like a balm spread over fractured crystal, something inside him settled.
He opened his spiritual eyes.
"Ah... a herb… it works," he murmured, his voice echoing faintly in the vast sea of golden light and silver threads. His words were not spoken aloud, yet they reached the surface of Qian Renxue's awareness like ripples brushing against the shore.
And then he looked—really looked—through Qian Renxue's eyes.
His gaze fell upon the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. His mind, tempered by centuries of study in death, life, and the soul, pierced the illusion of balance. Beneath the surface of the opposing springs—fire and frost—his necromantic senses detected two auras no one else could see.
Two lingering souls.
Wreathed in crimson flame was a massive skeletal frame, draconic and regal—the Fire Dragon King, shattered but still burning with ancient will.
And on the opposing side, submerged in glacial depths, a spectral serpent coiled in stillness—the Ice Dragon King, her soul fragmented but not yet faded.
"This well is... artificial," Electrolux realized aloud within the sea. "A forge, not a gift of nature. A cage built from divine remnants."
But it didn't matter. It was usable.
His fingers moved—not physical ones, but the phantom hands of a soul long severed from flesh. He began to weave the Seal.
The Grand Seal of Ice and Fire.
The spirit sea turned into a throne room. A massive array spread from his mind, forged from black and silver runes, each glowing with the power of a lifetime of necromantic mastery.
He summoned the two dragon souls.
The Fire Dragon King roared as its will resisted, but it was no match for the Holy Necromancer, whose command over the dead was absolute. With a wave of his hand, silver chains laced with blue flames lashed the soul, binding it in place.
The Ice Dragon King merely wept. Her sorrow chilled the space around her, forming snowflakes of memory. Electrolux whispered words only the dead could understand, and she, too, surrendered.
Above Qian Renxue's spirit sea, the sky turned into a storm of colors—crimson and azure. The two dragon souls swirled, merged, and condensed into two opposing sigils.
A yin and a yang.
He placed them onto the seal he crafted—a six-pointed star inscribed in a ring of soul gold and spectral bone. As he brought his palm down, the entire array lit up with divine brilliance.
The Ice and Fire Seal was born.
It carved itself into the fabric of her spirit sea, not restricting her—but isolating what lay inside: the Seed of power , of the God Almighty.
As the dragons' roars faded and the seal pulsed gently with power, Electrolux's gaze turned inward.
The whispers—the maddening, ceaseless static—had gone quiet.
But he knew the truth.
'The seal... didn't stop it,' he said slowly. 'It just… isolated it.'
The Seed of power ,of God Almighty, was embedded deep within Qian Renxue's soul.
The seed did not release more power, it felt it was waiting for the right time.
Just... waiting.
Electrolux frowned. 'According to my calculations this seal can hold this for twenty years… maybe. After that...'
'I hope this girl can find a solution as this is the best I can do, because I am already dead person who is barely lingering in the world of living.'