100: The truth about falling stars 1

Xingyun Pavilion was not a single building, but a fragmented continent suspended in the Void Realm.

Ling Xiao stood on the broken cliff at the edge of Xingyun Pavilion, his silver eyes reflecting the endless Void Storm below. The nexus seed in his hand grew warm, guiding him toward his destination—the red and blue, half-buried furnace in the center of the continent.

"Do you like this scenery? My dear 'other half'." Dark Lingxiao's voice came from behind him. Ling Xiao turned to see his darkened self leaning against a floating meteorite, tossing two seeds of the plane and the Eternal Ice Heart in his hand.

"Why are you doing this?" Ling Xiao fought off a wave of dizziness—after separating from Xiao Yan, the Spirit of the Plane's power had weakened, and the black Silk's erosion had resumed. "What good does destroying the Source World do you?"

Dark Lingxiao sighed dramatically: "Still so shallow. I'm not destroying the Source World, but... remolding it." He leaped off the meteorite, his dark eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "The Chaos Devourer is an inevitability of the Universe; resistance is futile. But if we actively embrace it, control it..."

"Like Flame Lord and Ice Lord tried?" Ling Xiao sneered. "What was the result? They failed, and the Source World was almost destroyed!"

Dark Lingxiao suddenly appeared before Ling Xiao with incredible speed: "No, they almost succeeded! They just lacked the final... sacrifice." He gently stroked Ling Xiao's cheek, who was unable to move due to the resonance of the black Silk. "And now, we have the perfect candidate—dear Second Brother."

Ling Xiao's pupils constricted: "You wouldn't dare touch Xiao Bing!"

"Oh? So you plan to sacrifice yourself?" Dark Lingxiao stepped back, spreading his hands dramatically. "Or are you hoping for our Eldest Brother? The Chaotic Black Flame within him is already gaining the upper hand..."

Ling Xiao did not answer, secretly circulating the Spirit of the Plane's power to counter the black Silk within him. Dark Lingxiao seemed to notice, but only smiled: "Struggle all you like. Time is on my side anyway."

He turned and walked toward the Chaos Furnace, his voice drifting back: "Oh, by the way, want to meet our 'creators'?"

The ground beside the furnace suddenly cracked open, and two ethereal figures slowly rose—one wreathed in flames, the other covered in ice, the lingering consciousnesses of Flame Lord and Ice Lord!

"Impossible..." Ling Xiao's breathing quickened. "They should have already..."

"Annihilated? Indeed." Dark Lingxiao explained cheerfully. "Their Physical Bodies ceased to exist long ago; these are merely obsessions clinging to the furnace." He turned to the two ethereal figures. "Respected ancestors, look who's here? Your most perfect 'creation'."

The Flame Lord's ethereal figure "looked" at Ling Xiao, a complex expression appearing on his flame-formed face: "The Spirit of the Plane... finally complete..."

The Ice Lord's ethereal figure was even colder: "Too weak... cannot bear the power of the furnace..."

Ling Xiao forced himself to calm down: "What... exactly did you do to us?"

Dark Lingxiao answered for the ethereal figures: "Simply put, the two Lords foresaw the eventual return of the Chaos Devourer, so they made two preparations—on one hand, forging the Chaos Furnace, and on the other, separating their 'humanity' and reincarnating it." He grinned. "That's right, our dear Brother Xiao Yan inherited the Flame Lord's Fire, Second Brother Xiao Bing inherited the Ice Lord's ice, and you... are the Reincarnation of that Spirit of the Plane from back then."

This truth struck Ling Xiao like a heavy hammer. All the fragmented clues suddenly connected—the special nature of the Xiao Family's Bloodline, the subtle guidance from Yao Lao and Ice Soul, the natural tacit agreement between the three brothers...

"Understand now?" Dark Lingxiao's voice was full of malice. "From the very beginning, we were just pawns. Flame Lord and Ice Lord had long planned this day—to use the three spirits as a key to activate the Chaos Furnace!"

A flicker of determination crossed Ling Xiao's silver eyes: "I won't let you succeed."

"You can't stop me." Dark Lingxiao sneered. "Xiao Bing is already on his way, and Brother Xiao Yan... I guess he's enjoying the pleasure of the Chaotic Black Flame in the Ancient Clan right now."

As if to confirm his words, Ling Xiao suddenly sensed a terrifying energy fluctuation through the nexus seed—Xiao Yan had released all the black Silk power in his right eye!

"No..." Ling Xiao's face turned pale.

Dark Lingxiao, however, trembled with excitement: "Perfect! Chaotic Black Flame combined with Xuanming Ice Flame... enough to activate the furnace!" He looked at the ethereal figures of the two Lords. "Ancestors, are you ready to usher in a new era?"

The Flame Lord's ethereal figure suddenly spoke, his voice like burning flames: "Danger... balance broken..."

The Ice Lord's ethereal figure also issued a warning: "Missing one of the three spirits... destined to fail..."

But Dark Lingxiao ignored them, walking directly toward the Chaos Furnace. Ling Xiao tried to stop him, but was held in place by the black Silk suddenly raging within him—Dark Lingxiao was controlling his movements through the same-source black Silk!

"Watch closely," Dark Lingxiao embedded the two seeds of the plane into the corresponding grooves in the furnace. "This is our true mission!"

The furnace began to vibrate, and red and blue lights intertwined and soared...

At the same time, on the Ancient Clan Sacred Mountain.

Xiao Yan stood at the peak, surrounded by an unprecedented black flame—the Chaotic Black Flame. This flame had no temperature, yet it could reduce everything it touched to nothingness. Two Void Claws had already been annihilated in this flame, and the third was forced back to the edge of the barrier.