59: Final Form 2

Blue light flickered in Xiao Bing’s eyes: “The Twin Soul Contract won’t hold for much longer. Senior Elder Gu Yuan and the others…”

Both of them sensed at the same time that the Formation in the center of the camp was already on the verge of collapse. Elder Gu Yuan and Xuan Guang Venerable were barely breathing, and Yao Lao’s face was pale from excessive blood loss.

Just at this critical moment, Elder Gu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and, using his last bit of strength, crushed a cyan jade talisman: “Since that’s the case… then… let’s make one last gamble!”

The jade talisman shattered, and three rays of cyan light shot out; one entered Yao Lao’s body, and the other two traversed the Void Realm, directly injecting into Xiao Yan and Xiao Bing’s bodies!

“This is… the Legacy power of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan?” Xiao Yan felt a gentle yet vast power surge into his limbs and bones, and his Chaos Domain instantly stabilized.

Xiao Bing also received this power: “Gu Lao… he…”

Before he could finish, Elder Gu Yuan’s final sigh came from the center of the camp: “Children… the future of the Source World… is in your hands…”

The Clan Chief of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan, who had lived for thousands of years, gradually transformed into specks of light and dissipated. Almost simultaneously, Xuan Guang Venerable also passed away with a smile, his body scattering like grains of sand in the wind.

“No—!” Xiao Bing cried out in pain, tears condensing into ice crystals and sliding down his face.

Yao Lao’s condition was slightly better, but he was also on his last breath. He struggled to stand up, revealing a relieved smile towards the battlefield: “Little Yanzi… Xiao Bing… your master… is proud of you…”

After saying this, he slowly collapsed, his aura rapidly weakening.

“Teacher!” Xiao Yan’s heart twisted in pain, wanting to rush back to the camp, but he was blocked by the Fallen Ancient God’s attack.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The Fallen Ancient God spread his six wings, covering the sky and sun, “Go to Hell with them!”

He swung his giant claw down, and space was torn open like paper, forming five pitch-black cracks. Xiao Yan hastily defended, but was sent flying by the blow, five deep, bone-visible wounds appearing on his chest!

“Brother!” Xiao Bing flashed to catch Xiao Yan, and the power of Chaos immediately sealed the wounds, but the recovery speed was noticeably slower—the Twin Soul Contract was failing.

The Fallen Ancient God noticed the anomaly and laughed wildly: “It seems your helpers can’t hold on! Once the contract is undone, let’s see how arrogant you can still be!”

Xiao Yan struggled to stand up, back to back with Xiao Bing. He could feel that the power injected by Elder Gu Yuan was fading, and his Chaos Domain had shrunk to only encompass their two bodies.

“Xiao Bing…” Xiao Yan’s voice was hoarse, “It seems… that’s the only way.”

Xiao Bing was silent for a moment, then nodded lightly: “Mm.”

Both understood what the other meant—to completely eliminate the Fallen Ancient God, they had to awaken the plane of origin fully. And this meant… one of them had to disappear forever.

Just at this moment of life-or-death decision, a gentle female voice suddenly sounded in both their minds: “Children…”

Xiao Yan and Xiao Bing both trembled at the same time—this was the voice of their mother, Ice Heart Saintess!

“Mother?” Xiao Bing looked around in disbelief.

The voice continued: “When you hear this message, it means the most critical moment has arrived. Regarding the plane of origin, Mother concealed a secret…”

Along with the voice, a hidden memory surfaced deep within their Souls—it turned out that when the plane of origin split, Ice Heart Saintess had manipulated it, dividing the core consciousness into three, not two. Besides the ice and fire parts, there was also the most crucial “Spirit” sealed deep within the Tai Ling Ancient Clan’s Holy Land!

“Find the ‘Tai Ling’s Spirit’, and neither of you will have to sacrifice… The voice gradually weakened, “Remember… love is a stronger bond than power…”

The voice disappeared, leaving the two shocked brothers. The Fallen Ancient God’s attack came again, and they barely dodged, but were already in grave danger.

“Tai Ling’s Spirit…” Xiao Yan dodged a claw strike, “Do you know where it is?”

Xiao Bing shook his head: “The ancient clan’s records never mentioned it…” He suddenly remembered something, “Wait! The ice soul mirror Aunt Qing gave me before she died!”

He hurriedly took out the ice soul mirror. Under the activation of Chaos power, a map actually appeared on the mirror surface—it was the core area of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan’s ancestral land, a specially marked secret chamber!

“There’s hope!” Xiao Yan’s fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes, “But we must deal with this guy first…”

The Fallen Ancient God seemed to sense something, and his attacks became even more violent: “Death throes!”

Xiao Yan and Xiao Bing exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously. They no longer held back, injecting all their remaining Chaos power into the ice soul mirror. The mirror surface shone brightly, emitting a blue light that shot straight into the sky!

“With ice as the guide,” Xiao Bing murmured.

“With fire as the path,” Xiao Yan continued.

“Open, Gate of Tai Ling!”

The blue light formed a giant vortex in the sky. In the center of the vortex, a phantom of an Ice Crystal Palace was faintly visible. A pure spiritual light shot out from the vortex, enveloping the two brothers.

The Fallen Ancient God roared and charged, trying to stop them, but was bounced away by the spiritual light. Within the spiritual light, Xiao Yan and Xiao Bing’s auras began to transform. The Chaos power was no longer limited to the fusion of ice and fire, but instead derived countless variations—sometimes like wind, sometimes like thunder, constantly changing yet harmoniously unified.

“This is… the complete power of the plane of origin?” Xiao Yan felt the surging energy within him, every cell cheering.

Seven-colored light flowed in Xiao Bing’s eyes: “No, there’s one last step… We must…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence, because the Fallen Ancient God had already launched his ultimate attack—he folded his six wings, transforming into a pitch-black meteor that crashed towards them. Wherever it passed, space completely collapsed, forming a terrifying black hole that devoured everything!

Facing this destructive blow, Xiao Yan and Xiao Bing no longer dodged. Instead, they simultaneously extended their hands, forming a strange hand Seal in front of their chests. This was the strongest defense in the plane of origin’s memory—the “Wall of Genesis.”

“Boom—!”

The Fallen Ancient God collided with the Wall of Genesis, and the resulting shockwave swept across all directions. The entire Source World trembled under this blow; countless mountains collapsed, rivers flowed backward, and heaven and earth lost their color!

When the smoke and dust cleared, Xiao Yan and Xiao Bing still stood, the Wall of Genesis intact. The Fallen Ancient God, however, was sent flying by the recoil, three of his six wings broken, his body covered in blood.

“Damn plane of origin!” He struggled to crawl up, his eyes full of venom, “Even if we perish together, this Venerable will…”

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly froze—a jade-like hand pierced through his chest, holding a beating black heart!

“You…?” The Fallen Ancient God turned his head with difficulty, seeing a figure enveloped in spiritual light standing behind him.

Xiao Yan and Xiao Bing were equally shocked: “This is…”

The spiritual light dissipated, revealing a young man who bore a seven-tenths resemblance to the two brothers, with silver hair and blue eyes, and an unfathomable aura. He gently crushed the black heart, and the Fallen Ancient God let out an unwilling roar, his body beginning to collapse.

“Tai Ling’s Spirit…” Xiao Bing recognized the newcomer’s identity.

The young man smiled slightly, his voice flowing like a clear spring: “No, I am the part you were missing… the Spirit of the Plane.”