If they did not do this, the Will of the Source of the Void would devour their souls and recover its strength. When that happened, the entire Douluo Continent, the entire plane, would fall into a state beyond redemption.
But if they did, they would disappear forever, unable to see the smiles of those who came after them, unable to guard this land, unable to pass on the will of the heroic martyrs.
"I agree." Zhao Feng was the first to speak, his voice deep and firm. "A thousand years ago, I chose to protect; a thousand years later, I still choose to protect. For this land, for these descendants, I have no regrets."
"I agree too." Lin Mo's voice also sounded, calm and resolute. "It is my honor to fight alongside Lady Qian Renxue and Zhao Feng. If there is a next life, let us keep fighting side by side."
Qian Renxue smiled, and that smile was warm and relieved. "Good. Then let us finish the final battle together."
The three souls began to burn. Golden flames surged from their phantom figures and set the black tendrils alight. The black tendrils struggled violently in the golden flames, letting out corrosive hisses, but the fire burned hotter and hotter, devouring the tendrils completely.
The Will of the Source of the Void let out a furious roar. "No! You're insane! If you detonate your souls, you'll disappear forever! You won't even have the chance to reincarnate!"
"We know," Qian Renxue said calmly. "But we know even better that some things are more important than life, more precious than reincarnation."
"That is protection," Zhao Feng said, taking up her words.
"That is faith," Lin Mo said, following after him.
The voices of the three rang out at the same time, firm and