"The enemy... is in the sky!"
Yan Lingji's sharp cry was like ice water dumped over his head, instantly freezing Ying Zheng's destruction sword intent on the verge of erupting. The fury churning in his dragon eyes did not subside, yet it was forcibly checked by the "truth" contained in her words and the spearhead pointed toward Above the Nine Heavens. Tai'a Sword hung poised without striking, the Purple-Gold Dragon Qi flickering from its tip letting out a dangerous hiss as its target shifted from the sludge to the cold phantom of the White Jade Talisman above.
"An origin that has not been erased? The truth?" Ying Zheng's voice was hoarse and icy with scrutiny as it swept over Yan Lingji before returning to that pool of dark gold sludge. The sludge was still slowly writhing, demonic intent churning within it. Yet beneath the orange-red glow enveloping it from Yan Lingji's Heart Lamp, an exceedingly faint fluctuation, entirely different from chaotic demonic nature, seemed to be stubbornly flickering deep inside the sludge—that was the last ember of Cheng Xi's soul fragment.
At the top of the stone cavern, the phantom of the White Jade Talisman slowly rotated. The purple-gold pillar of light it cast was like a greedy straw, continuously drawing upon the Ancestor Dragon True Spirit's origin. The Ancestor Dragon's phantom struggled and wailed in agony within the beam. Every tightening of the chains made the entire imperial mausoleum tremble.
Suppressing her anguish over Cheng Xi's condition, Yan Lingji met Ying Zheng's scrutinizing gaze and spoke rapidly. "I swear upon the Will of Pangu Hall! This demonic fetus was formed after Cheng Xi perished, when the Chaos Origin within his body went out of control and fused with the remaining blood of the turbid fiend lizard! Though its demonic