The Sunset Forest—one of the oldest soul beast territories on the Douluo Continent—was not a place for the faint of heart. Towering trees with trunks as wide as houses blocked sunlight from above, and the tangled undergrowth concealed hidden predators that had never known the taste of fear. Ancient and vast, the forest pulsed with life and mystery, like the beating heart of a forgotten god.
Its outer edges were already perilous, but the true danger and wonder lay deeper.
There, a thick green miasma coiled through the air like a living serpent. Toxic and bitter, it hissed and slithered between trees and stones, a cruel invention of Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo. He spread his poison here so that no one can find this treasured place, turning the very atmosphere into a deterrent for the weak. Even normal titled Douluo tread carefully here.
Past the wall of poison and silence spread by Dugu Bo, nestled in the cradle of a sunken valley, lay one of the Three Great Treasure Bowls of Heaven and Earth—the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
It was beauty carved from contradiction.
At the center of the valley, a spring divided into two halves. One side burned with blazing crimson, the other shimmered with a blue so pale it almost turned transparent. The red pool radiated scorching heat, steam curling upward like the breath of a dragon. The white pool, in contrast, exhaled frost and silence, freezing the very air around it. The two extremes should have consumed each other—but instead, they danced. A paper-thin boundary held their eternal opposition in delicate balance. Mist swirled where fire met ice, coalescing into a dome of glowing light that illuminated the entire valley with soft, celestial hues.
The air here was thick with vitality. Immortal herbs bloomed around the edges—some glowing, others pulsing with rhythm like tiny beating hearts. Blue silver emperors curled beside fire lotuses, yin spiritual grass grew beside the flaming heart orchids. These were miracles of nature—the remnants of godly blessings left behind when the world was still young.
And on a quiet day, when the sun was at its peak, three figures descended from the sky.
Like a rainbeam slicing through storm clouds, Qian Daoliu streaked across the toxic skies, a golden aura shielding him and his precious cargo from the miasma below. In his arms, he carried his beloved granddaughter, Qian Renxue, her body wrapped in layers of divine silk to preserve her condition. Dangling from his other hand—held rather undignifiedly by the back of his collar—was Elder Yue Guan, his long hair trailing behind like a flag in the wind.
Yue Guan coughed bitterly as he dangled in the air, but dared not complain. Qian Renxue had insisted him to be brought, and when his Grand Daughter requested something, even Qian Daoliu made exceptions.
As they descended gently near the well, Renxue was flipping through a worn, leather-bound book—the Record of Immortal Herbs. It was an ancient compendium of heavenly treasures, passed down through the highest ranks of Spirit Hall. Yue Guan had given it to her before their journey to Sunset Forest started, because she had specifically asked for it.
Pages fluttered in the warm wind, each marked with diagrams and poetic descriptions. Renxue's eyes scanned line after line, her golden pupils glowing faintly with concentration.
She looked up at the twin spring., a breathtaking confluence of fire and ice, locked in eternal embrace. The scarlet pool bubbled with volcanic heat, while its opposite—the icy blue spring—shimmered with frigid serenity. Their energies danced across the valley, swirling in mystic balance, a paradox given form.
Surrounding the spring were the immortal herbs, their vibrant colors and potent auras creating a surreal garden untouched by time. Golden stems, glowing petals, leaves that sparkled like jewels—each plant exuded power and mystery. This was the true treasure trove of Douluo Continent, a place where the fates of legends were born.
The moment Yue Guan landed beside the spring, he began to tremble uncontrollably. His eyes widened, darting from herb to herb, reverent and overwhelmed. The herb enthusiast within him could barely contain the excitement—he recognized many of the plants from ancient texts long believed exaggerated. "T-this… this is the treasure bowl of heaven," he murmured, voice almost cracking. Even as Qian Daoliu held him by the collar like luggage, the elder's spirit was soaring.
But Qian Renxue had eyes only for one herb.
The golden cheats of the 7 shrek monsters will have use but later. Tang San and his friends will not be able to walk their path again, because these herbs while not needed will go inside her pocket.
She sought only the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew for now.
According to legend—and the records Yue Guan entrusted her—the herb could sharpen the mind like a blade honed by starlight. In the original story, it had allowed Tang San to leap straight to Titled Douluo level mental power.
But she did not need it for herself.
She needed it to help Electrolux.
The divine soul was burning himself from the inside, using every drop of his essence to contain the chaotic influence of something far greater—the whispers of the Almighty. Even now, she could feel that madness lurking at the edge of her mind, waiting to seep back in.
Then, she saw it.
A small green plant growing near the boundary of the yin-yang springs. Its three leaves were as white as untouched snow, delicate and translucent. Nestled in their center were tiny droplets of dew, suspended like liquid pearls, refracting sunlight into faint rainbows. The entire plant exuded a cooling tranquility, as if able to still a storm with a single breath.
Her heart skipped.
She stepped forward, hand outstretched—only for her to freeze with a single voice.
A voice, old and sharp as windblown stone, echoed across the valley.
"Who dares intrude upon my place of seclusion?"
The voice etched with soul power.
The miasma outside the valley thickened, as if welcoming their emperor.
Qian Renxue froze.
From the shadows near the cliff wall, an old man stepped forth. His hair was moss green, his robes stained with time and poison. His eyes glowed with sharp intellect—and danger.
He was the Poison Douluo-- Dugu Bo.
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Author notes:Just a clarification, like The Fool pathway can mobilize the gray fog in the Sefirah castle, likewise Adam the King of Angels in Visionary pathway can mobilize the some 'Chaos Water' from the Chaos Sea. So ,Qian Renxue does not have a Seritoph inside her, just some 'chaos water' and some sources of uniqueness of pathways under God Almighty.