Old Ancestor Xuanming dropped to his knees with a thud, wailing through streams of tears and snot.
"Master! Pavilion Master Ji Chen... she's dying! She's burned through her entire origin source. Only that little bit of your World Lord Mark is keeping her alive!"
Zhou Xuan's gaze swept over the two men before settling on the figure lying quietly in a corner of the stone chamber, enveloped in soft light.
It was Ji Chen.
The woman who had always followed behind him, calmly reporting everything, now had hair white as snow and a bloodless face. Were it not for the faint glow of Zhou Xuan's World Lord Mark between her brows, she would have been no different from a corpse.
His Dao Fruit's origin source was nearly exhausted, and his divine soul flickered weakly, on the verge of going out.
Zhou Xuan's brows knitted tightly.
He raised his hand and turned his gaze inward.
The black-gold Dao Fruit that had fused creation, destruction, and Slaughter was now entwined with strands of platinum Order God Runes, formed from the devoured Divine Punishment Mark. It was no longer a conduit siphoning life, but more like a foreign object forcibly embedded within him, being savagely analyzed and transformed by the Dao Fruit.
With a slight stir of his will, he acted.
A wisp of platinum light spilled from Zhou Xuan's fingertip.
Wherever the light passed, the chaotic aura left in the stone chamber by the earlier energy rampage instantly subsided and vanished.
"Order means putting all things in their proper place."
Zhou Xuan murmured to himself, then took a single step and appeared beside Ji Chen.
He extended a finger and touched Ji Chen between the brows.
This time, what he channeled into him was no longer pure creation origin source, but a