"Ancestor Angemon, you're still alive?" In his excitement, Azulongmon forgot to restrain his power and let out a deafening roar. The sound battered Zheng Fan's internal organs, sending blood streaming from all seven facial orifices. Countless In-Training and Rookie Digimon were reduced to dust by Azulongmon's voice.
"Life and Death Intertwined!" A clear voice suddenly rang out between heaven and earth. Even Zheng Fan felt an involuntary fondness for its owner the instant he heard it. The Digimon fared even worse: from In-Training to Ultimate, they all worshipped the owner of that voice. In distant places where the sound was barely audible, Digimon were willing to pay any price to approach its source. As for the Mega level, Azulongmon, the only Mega Digimon present, was trembling uncontrollably.
As the final syllable faded, the most dazzling white appeared between heaven and earth. Gazing at that white, the only color left in the world, Zheng Fan felt a glimmer of understanding rise within him. If the power of Solar Radiance represented birth, this white was life evolved to its ultimate limit.
The moment this white light of life appeared, it began frantically absorbing the life force scattered through the air, strengthening itself. Only when it began forcibly plundering the life force of gravely wounded Digimon did the Digimon finally stop cheering and turn to flee.
Zheng Fan was among those whose life force was being plundered, and his face visibly matured in the process. Yet he did not resist, because some mysterious intuition told him Ancestor Angemon meant no harm.
Sure enough, once the white light of life reached a certain limit, black impurities appeared within it. Black, representing death. This black of death was even purer than the white of life. As soon as it appeared, it devoured the surrounding life