Deep within Yuheng Realm's planetary core, blazing magma flowed like blood. The fallen seed pierced layer after layer of rocky crust before finally hovering within a hollow at the earth's center. Its shell, woven from black blood and ash-gold, continuously peeled away, revealing the crystalline embryo within.
Countless translucent threads suddenly stretched out from the magma like the earth's meridians, gently wrapping around the seed. Yuheng Realm's spiritual veins were spontaneously purifying this polluted Supreme Seed.
"Urgh..."
A faint groan came from within the seed. Xu Xian's consciousness drifted through the darkness as fragments of memory flashed past like a revolving lantern—Qin Wang being devoured by the black-eyed youth, the Star Chain Array's mutation, the wails of living beings across the Seventeen Realms.
"Junior Brother..."
He struggled to break through the seed shell, only to discover that some force had imprisoned his divine consciousness. Worse still, he could no longer sense Qin Wang's presence! The aura of the Balance Supreme had completely vanished from the Star Chain Array.
"How could this be..."
Suddenly, an unfamiliar divine consciousness touched him.
"Xu Xian."
The voice was ancient and weary, yet it carried an indescribable majesty. Xu Xian "saw" a blurred phantom emerge from the depths of the magma—an elderly man with snow-white hair, a vertical mark between his brows similar to Qin Wang's, though far more archaic.
"First Generation Supreme?" Xu Xian was utterly shocked.
The old man's phantom gave a faint shake of his head. "Only a lingering thought. I have waited at Yuheng Realm's core for thirty thousand years." He pointed at the black blood on the seed shell. "That child... is not a product of Chaos."
"What?"
"He is... my sin." The old man's voice was filled with anguish. "When I separated good from evil all those years ago,