80: Three Spirits Resonance 1

The Void Realm turbulence roared behind him, Xiao Yan, using his last bit of energy, enveloped Xiao Bing and Ling Xiao, following the last trace of guidance left by Ice Soul, and arduously Transmigrated the Plane Barrier.

Without the protection of the Jiekong Boat, every fluctuation of a spatial fold was like a sharp blade cutting into Xiao Yan's energy body.

"Hold on... we're almost there..." Xiao Yan's voice echoed in the three people's minds, yet it was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

Ling Xiao's body, purified by the Soul Plating Pill, emitted a soft silver glow, but his consciousness was still somewhat hazy.

Xiao Bing supported him with one hand and continuously released Extreme Ice Power with the other to reinforce Xiao Yan's protective shield.

His face was as pale as paper—the continuous overexertion of his power made his Meridians feel as if they were being pierced by thousands of red-hot needles.

"Brother, look!" Xiao Bing suddenly pointed to a faint blue light ahead, "It's the Source World's spatial mark!"

That blue light was precisely the guiding beacon condensed from Ice Soul's last power.

The three of them felt a surge of spirit and rushed towards the light source with their last bit of strength.

The moment they touched the beacon, a huge suction force came, and the next moment, the three of them heavily fell onto the Source World's ground.

Xiao Yan's energy body had almost completely dissipated, leaving only a fist-sized azure flame core suspended in mid-air.

Xiao Bing struggled to get up and found that they had landed at the foot of the Ancient Clan Sacred Mountain—once the most sacred place in the Source World, but now covered in cracks, with withered ancient trees reaching like the arms of dying old men towards the gloomy sky.

"We... are back..." Ling Xiao weakly opened his eyes, his silver hair spread across the scorched earth.

He unconsciously raised his hand, and the moment his fingertip touched a crack in the ground, a wisp of silver light flowed into the crack, and an incredible scene occurred—the crack began to heal at a visible speed!

Xiao Bing's eyes widened: "Ling Xiao, you..."

Ling Xiao himself was stunned.

He tentatively placed his palm completely on the ground, and more silver light flowed out.

Cracks within a ten-zhang radius closed one after another, and a few withered small grasses miraculously straightened their stems and leaves, with tender green new shoots emerging from their tips.

"The Spirit of the Plane's power..." Xiao Bing murmured, "This is the true Spirit of the Plane..."

Urgent footsteps came from afar.

Mystic Light rushed over with a team of Ancient Clan warriors, and when they saw the scene before them, they all stopped in shock.

Mystic Light's gaze shifted from the healing ground to Ling Xiao, and he suddenly knelt on one knee: "Welcome back, Son of the Plane!"

The other Ancient Clan warriors also knelt, their eyes filled with reverence.

Xiao Bing, however, paid no mind to these things; he urgently looked at Mystic Light: "Quick! Prepare Soul-Nourishing Jade and Fire Spirit Crystals! Flame Brother is about to collapse!"

Mystic Light then noticed the suspended azure flame core, and his face changed drastically: "What happened to Emperor Yan...?"

"No time to explain!" Xiao Bing interrupted sharply, "Any more delay and it will be too late!"

Mystic Light immediately ordered the preparation of Materials, while personally escorting the three to the Sacred Mountain Healing Hall.

Along the way, wherever Ling Xiao walked, withered plants revived, and even the restless Qi in the air became peaceful.

The Ancient Clan people heard the news and rushed over, following behind in awe, some even moved to tears.

Inside the Healing Hall, Xiao Bing arranged the Soul-Nourishing Jade into a Spirit Gathering Formation and carefully placed Xiao Yan's azure flame core in the center.

When the Fire Spirit Crystals were placed in specific positions, the entire Formation lit up with a soft azure glow.

"Brother, try to absorb this energy." Xiao Bing's voice was hoarse, "Ling Xiao and I will help you stabilize your form."

Xiao Yan's core flickered slightly and began to slowly absorb the Fire Spirit Crystal's energy.

As the energy flowed in, the originally dim azure flame gradually brightened, but it was still far from recovering human form.

"Not enough..." Xiao Bing gritted his teeth, "These Fire Spirit Crystals are too low in purity."

He turned to Mystic Light, "Does the Ancient Clan's inventory have any higher-grade ones?"

Mystic Light looked troubled: "These past years, Source World resources have been depleted, these are already..."

"Use the Soul Plating Pill." Ling Xiao suddenly spoke.

His face was still pale, but his eyes had recovered their clarity, "The Soul Plating Pill that Aunt Ice Soul exchanged with her life, half of its Medicinal Pill power is still in my body."

He looked at Xiao Bing, "I can guide it out."

Xiao Bing looked at him in shock: "Are you crazy? That Medicinal Pill is sustaining your life force!"

"No, I now have a better source of power." Ling Xiao gently pressed his chest, where a silver light faintly circulated, "The Spirit of the Plane is Fusing with me.

The Soul Plating Pill's Medicinal Pill power is more useful for Brother."

Before Xiao Bing could object again, Ling Xiao had already sat cross-legged in front of the Formation, forming a complex hand seal with both hands.

A wisp of cyan-blue energy seeped from his glabella and slowly flowed towards Xiao Yan's core.

The moment this energy touched the azure flame, the entire hall trembled!