87: Three Spirits Battle 2

Just then, Xiao Zhan suddenly coughed violently, and a trickle of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ling Xiao immediately stepped forward, and the power of the Spirit of the Plane entered Xiao Zhan's body, temporarily stabilizing his condition.

"The Chaos contamination in Father's body hasn't been completely cleared," Xiao Bing said in a deep voice after checking.

"The Three Spirits' Resonance can only suppress it temporarily; we need true Life Spring."

Xiao Yan nodded: "Prepare to go to the Life Spring immediately.

Ling Xiao, can you determine the exact location?"

Ling Xiao closed his eyes and sensed for a moment: "It's in the northwest of the Source World, about three thousand miles from the Holy Mountain.

But that place is now... Black Mist Marsh?"

The Grand Elder's expression changed drastically: "Impossible! The Life Spring should be in the vibrant Emerald Valley; how could it become..."

Before he could finish, sounds of fighting and screams suddenly came from outside the hall!

A blood-soaked guard burst through the hall door: "Grand Elder! Mystic Light, he... he's gone mad!"

Everyone rushed out, only to see the courtyard in a mess, with a dozen Ancient Clan warriors lying on the ground groaning in pain.

In the center stood a humanoid monster—one could vaguely make out Mystic Light's outline, but black mist surged under his entire skin, his face was twisted and deformed, and a miniature black crystal was embedded in his chest!

"Finally... no more pretense..." Mystic Light's voice became a multi-layered reverb, as if countless people were speaking at once, "Three Spirits Co-Lord? Ridiculous!

In front of the Void Devourer, you are nothing but slightly larger ants!"

Without a word, Xiao Bing's ethereal Extreme Ice Power transformed into a long spear, striking directly at the black crystal in Mystic Light's chest.

Mystic Light did not dodge, allowing the black mist to condense into a shield to block the attack, and sneered: "It's useless... the Ancient Clan has long been infiltrated... everyone you trust... could be..."

He suddenly erupted, moving at an incredible speed, his black mist-condensed claws aiming directly for Ling Xiao's throat!

Xiao Yan's Flame Lord's Fire erupted, blocking the attack at the last moment, but he was also shaken back several steps, leaving three deep, bone-visible black marks on his arm!

"Brother!" The killing intent in Xiao Bing's eyes surged, and the Xuanming Ice Soul Art operated at full power, transforming the Extreme Ice Power into that strange ethereal blue flame, instantly covering the entire courtyard!

Mystic Light's expression finally changed upon seeing this: "Xuanming Ice Flame?! That woman actually taught this move too..."

He retreated rapidly but was still touched by a wisp of ethereal blue flame on his right arm.

A terrifying scene unfolded—Mystic Light's right arm first froze into an ice sculpture, then ignited with ethereal blue flames from within, turning into nothingness in the blink of an eye!

This destruction even spread to his shoulder before stopping!

"Ah!!!" Mystic Light let out an inhuman scream, "You... you know nothing... Flame Lord and Chaos Devourer are originally of the same origin... the seed of the plane will attract an even greater disaster!"

These words struck Xiao Yan like a muffled thunder.

The fragmented memories of the Flame Lord in his right eye suddenly became active, flashing certain deliberately hidden scenes—the figure of the Flame Lord standing in the Chaos, with a pair of huge eyes vaguely behind him...

"Nonsense!" Xiao Bing didn't give Mystic Light a chance to continue his Gu, and the ethereal blue flames formed an encirclement.

Knowing he was no match, Mystic Light suddenly self-destructed the black crystal in his chest, and a dense black mist instantly enveloped the entire courtyard!

When the black mist dissipated, Mystic Light was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a mess on the ground and the shaken Ancient Clan people.

"He ran away," Xiao Bing extinguished the flames, his face gloomy, "but he left this."

On the ground was a pool of viscous black blood, with a memory crystal floating in the center.

Xiao Yan cautiously picked it up, enveloped in Flame Lord's Fire, and his Mental Energy probed into it.

Stored in the crystal was an incomplete image: in the pitch-black Void Realm, an indescribably massive existence slowly wriggled, surrounded by twelve points of light—two of which had already turned black, and the third was being contaminated...

"Is this... the Void Devourer?" Xiao Bing's voice was dry after seeing the image, "It's contaminating the seed of the plane?"

Ling Xiao's silver eyes flickered: "No, it's a modified pseudo-seed... What Mystic Light said might be true, they are using pseudo-seeds to replace the true seed of the plane..."

A sharp pain came from Xiao Yan's right eye again, and this time the flashing image was clearer: the Flame Lord stood in the Void Realm, with two seeds in front of him, one pure white, one pitch black...

"No matter what the truth is, we must find the true seed of the plane as soon as possible," Xiao Yan put away the crystal, "Father's condition can't wait."

The Grand Elder immediately arranged for people to prepare for the long journey.

That night, the three brothers guarded Xiao Zhan's bed, each pondering everything that had happened during the day.

"Brother, how much do you believe Mystic Light's words?" Xiao Bing asked in a low voice, "About the Flame Lord and the Chaos Devourer..."

Xiao Yan was silent for a moment: "The memories the Flame Lord's Fire gave me are very fragmented, but there are indeed some... contradictory points."

He looked at Ling Xiao, "What do you think?"

Ling Xiao was using the power of the Spirit of the Plane to comb Xiao Zhan's Meridians, and looked up when he heard the question: "The Spirit of the Plane's instinct tells me that the seed of the plane is the Foundation of the Source World and must be protected.

But that sensation is very... pure, without distinction between good and evil."

He hesitated for a moment, "Just like fire can warm and also destroy; the key lies with the user."

Xiao Zhan suddenly stirred slightly, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something.

The three immediately leaned closer.

"Xiao... Yanzi..." Xiao Zhan's voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz, "That... night... the one who attacked the Xiao Family... wasn't just the Chaos Devourer... there was also..."

Before he could finish, Xiao Zhan fell into a coma again, but the information he left behind was enough to shock the three.

Xiao Bing looked sharply at his brother: "Besides the Chaos Devourer, who else?"

Xiao Yan's right eye burned, and the forced-flashing image answered this question—a figure in flame armor stood on the ruins of the burning Xiao Family, holding Xiao Zhan's broken saber in his hand...

"The Flame Lord... or at least the Flame Lord's power," Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse, "But why?"

No one could answer this question.

Night deepened, and the Holy Mountain was shrouded in an eerie tranquility, like the calm before a storm.

The three brothers did not know that while they rested, spatial cracks throughout the Source World were quietly expanding, and a certain terrifying dormant existence turned over, its dreamlike whispers echoing in the Void Realm:

"Three Spirits... seed of the plane... delicious nourishment..."