583: Chapter 583

"Dual Emperor Bodies."

"void book."

"Immortal Wander."

"You are more valuable than I imagined."

The Pseudo-Immortal's gaze finally moved from Qin Yun and landed on Ling'er, and for the first time, there was a change in his expression.

"Speaking of which, your Taiyin Emperor Body was created by my own hands."

He spoke slowly, and a single sentence made Ling'er's face turn pale.

"Your mother was also a Taiyin Emperor Body, with talent no less than yours. Unfortunately, she wasn't pure enough, so I could only take her Origin and find a clean hotbed to continue this Bloodline."

"You are the fruit born from that hotbed."

"In the end, you should call me father."

Boom!

Something completely shattered in Ling'er's mind.

She stared intently into the depths of the Chaos, at that face obscured by distance and Chaos Qi, her body trembling uncontrollably.

The other Prodigies locked by the rules finally snapped out of their shock.

Someone screamed out.

"No! This isn't a Legacy!"

"This is a trap!"

"Let me out!"

The Pseudo-Immortal, as if hearing a joke, finally stepped out from the depths of the Chaos.

He looked very young, dressed in a white robe with a handsome face, appearing even younger than many of the Prodigies present.

But in the depths of his eyes, there was only a profound ancientness and indifference.

He looked at the struggling Prodigies like they were a group of ants, finally growing somewhat impatient.

"Noisy."

He raised his hand.

And clenched it gently.

The next moment, a shocking scene appeared.

Those previously arrogant Prodigies from various regions, whether it was Senior Brother Yao Ri with his Zhiyang Emperor Body, the burly youth with the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, or everyone else locked by the light pillars.

Under this clench, their bodies stiffened simultaneously.

Immediately after, their flesh and blood shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. Life essence, Physique Origin, Divine Soul power—everything was forcibly extracted from their bodies.

Torrents of energy in different colors surged from their crowns, converging in mid-air into a dazzling ribbon of light, eventually all sinking into the Pseudo-Immortal's body.

Dozens of top-tier Prodigies, who were capable of suppressing a region in the outside world, silently turned into withered corpses and fell to the ground.

The terror and resentment in their eyes were frozen on their faces forever.

After absorbing this massive amount of energy, the Pseudo-Immortal's aura only fluctuated slightly before returning to calm.

He looked at the remaining Qin Yun and Ling'er, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.

"The appetizer is finished."

"Next is the main course."

Qin Yun wanted to move.

He wanted to take Ling'er, use the void book to tear through this space, and use Immortal Wander to forcibly escape.

But the Pseudo-Immortal just gave him a faint glance.

Just one look.

Qin Yun felt the space around him become indestructible.

The void book's dao rhyme was firmly suppressed.

The Divine Feather of the Immortal Wander could not even produce a single ripple.

"Playing with space in front of me?"

The Pseudo-Immortal sneered, his laughter full of mockery.

"Your level of attainment is still far too lacking."

His gaze finally landed on Qin Yun, as if looking at prey.

"Dual Emperor Bodies, as well as Grandmist, Desolate Ancient, Supreme, and many other Origins..."

"Your body is the perfect nourishment for me to complete my Chaos Body."

"By devouring you, I might save tens of thousands of years of hard work."

He raised his hand, and a pale hand condensed from Laws slowly reached toward Qin Yun.

At that critical moment.

"Vile beast!"

An angry roar erupted from Qin Yun's ring.

Chen Yang's remnant soul and his newly reconstructed mangled body burned frantically at any cost at this moment.

Boom!

An aura no weaker than the Pseudo-Immortal's soared into the sky.

Chen Yang's figure stood in front of Qin Yun.

His damaged Emperor Body, under the burning of his remnant soul, actually temporarily restored itself to Pseudo-Immortal Rank combat power.

The Chaos Small World shook violently under the clash of these two forces.

The Pseudo-Immortal, who was Chen Yang's Wicked Disciple, was first stunned to see Chen Yang appear, but then a smile appeared on his face.

"Revered Master?"

"You old man, you're actually not completely dead yet?"

His voice was full of mockery.

"What a pleasant surprise."

Chen Yang looked at him, the killing intent in his eyes almost impossible to suppress.

"I was truly blind back then to take in such a heartless thing like you!"

"Today, I shall personally clean out the sect!"

The Wicked Disciple laughed even louder.

"Clean out the sect? Revered Master, have you not woken up yet?"

"Right now, you are nothing more than a lingering remnant soul. How can you fight me?"

"The things you taught me back then—I have already gone much further than you!"

With those words, there was no more nonsense between Revered Master and disciple.

Two forces of Pseudo-Immortal Rank crashed together.

Chaos surged, and Yin and Yang reversed.

The entire small world was shaking, on the verge of collapse.

Qin Yun wanted to step forward but was firmly blocked by Chen Yang's final bit of intent.

"Big Brother Yun, don't come! Find a chance to take Ling'er and leave!"

Chen Yang was no match.

He was, after all, based on a remnant soul, and his newly formed Emperor Body could not support him maintaining this level of combat power for long.

After hundreds of exchanges, fine cracks began to appear on his previously solid Emperor Body.

The Wicked Disciple seized the opportunity and struck with a palm; a dense mass of Chaos Qi slammed hard into Chen Yang's chest.

Bang!

Most of Chen Yang's Emperor Body exploded on the spot.

He was sent flying backward, his aura instantly plummeting.

Qin Yun frantically surged all the power in his body—the dual Emperor Bodies, the Immortal Sutra, the void book... everything was clashing against the suppression of the Pseudo-Immortal Law.

But it was useless.

That suppression didn't budge an inch.

He could only watch as Chen Yang's mangled body was about to disintegrate, and see Ling'er standing there with tears streaming down her face, yet unable to move, locked by the power of the Laws.

He could do nothing.

It was at this moment.

Ling'er suddenly looked up.

She looked at the about-to-perish Chen Yang, then at the suppressed Qin Yun, whose eyes were full of resentment.

She smiled.

In that smile, there was no more coldness or distance, only the most determined expression of that little girl from years ago.

"Brother Yun."

She spoke softly.

"It's so good to have you."

"Ling'er can't be a burden to you anymore."

The next moment, she proactively ignited the taiyin origin within her body.

She transformed her purest and most complete Taiyin Emperor Body Origin, along with her life and Divine Soul, into a beam of moonlight, pouring it all into Qin Yun.

At the same time, as Chen Yang's final mangled body was shattered, at the moment the Wicked Disciple prepared to absorb his Origin, he made the same choice.

"Big Brother Yun, get out of here alive!"

With his final will, he transformed his Zhiyang origin—which had been refined by the Chaos Body—along with his lifelong comprehension of the Body Dao, into a blazing sun and proactively poured it into Qin Yun's body.

One Yin, one Yang.

Two completely opposite yet extremely pure Origins crashed together within Qin Yun's body.

Rumble!

At this moment, Qin Yun's body seemed to become a Universe about to be created.

Taiyin and Taiyang, the two forces clashed, merged, and evolved frantically.

Under this extreme stimulation, the Chaos power that had long since disappeared from his body, as well as that final Innate Divine Ability, were finally fully activated.

Completely awakened!

Buzz—

A Chaos vortex formed explosively with Qin Yun's Dantian as the center.

The moment the vortex appeared, it began to devour and absorb frantically.

Within this Chaos Small World, all the out-of-control Yin and Yang Qi, all the scattered Origins of the dead Prodigies, and all the energy were forcibly pulled in by that vortex.

The power of Immortality and Indestructibility operated at full capacity, protecting his Physical Body and enduring this nearly world-destroying power.

The entire small world shook violently due to the appearance of this vortex.

The Wicked Disciple looked at Qin Yun, who was enveloped in an endless energy storm, and the mockery on his face finally vanished.

It was replaced by solemnity.

In the center of the storm, Qin Yun's figure could no longer be seen clearly.

Only a pair of eyes, across that violent energy, coldly locked onto him.

The two sides faced off.