Water Miao and Cold Ice exchanged a glance, surprise in both their eyes, yet they asked no further questions. They merely spoke slowly. "The two of us are two sides of the same body."
"Water is the source of all transformations; ice is the ancestor of all cold. Water nourishes all things in silence, while ice seals and preserves all things. Born of the same Chaos origin, we generate and support one another—neither can be lacking. Thus, after our fall, we were suppressed here together. Only by relying on each other could we keep these remnants of our spirits from dispersing."
"For hundreds of millions of years, we believed that we would ultimately perish alongside the drying water veins, our True Spirits shattering as we returned to Chaos."
As their words fell, this independent space sank into dead silence.
Only the thunderous roar of waves striking the icebergs echoed again and again, each sound filled with the loneliness and desolation of hundreds of millions of years.
"Alas." Old Ancestor Yin Yang let out a long sigh and remained silent.
When Pangu Opens Heaven and Earth, all Three Thousand Demon Gods perished. To retain even a wisp of remnant spirit through that great calamity, though unable to take form and emerge into the world, was already an immense stroke of fortune.
"That may not be so."
Xuan Ming stepped forward, her cool voice carrying unquestionable resolve. "Two seniors, I have a method that can help you mend your True Spirits, recondense your Dao bodies, and attain New Life once more."
"Senior Huo Yan of the southern Burning Heaven Mountain Range was in precisely the same situation as you two, with only a damaged wisp of True Spirit trapped within a furnace. By relying on this method, he successfully remolded his body.