Chapter 381

Chapter 381: The Origin Wants to Return

Feng Rong and Yuan Qi both froze. Though the golden sphere before them represented only a tiny fragment, it unmistakably radiated the Presence of origin. But how could the fundamental power of the Six Realms appear here? Only the Realm Master could command origin forces – even they themselves lacked such capability.

“You You?” Yuan Qi turned to verify, “Is this truly…”

“I’m uncertain too.” You You stared at the pulsating sphere. The Presence matched origin energy, yet carried strange differences. “It seems to have… developed intelligence.”

Intelligence?!

“The Holy Spirit broke free from the formation?” Before they could process this, the female cultivators erupted into panic. Their frantic eyes darted between the golden sphere and their headmaster.

“Activate containment formations! Restrain the Holy Spirit!” The pale-faced headmaster formed rapid hand seals. Glowing patterns lit up across the chamber, shooting strands of spiritual light towards the golden orb.

Sensing their hostility, the sphere blazed with golden light. It smashed through multiple protective talismans, crashing wildly around the stone chamber. Violent tremors shook the crumbling walls.

“Have you gone mad?!” Feng Rong shouted as the cultivators kept attacking the origin. “Cease this immediately!”

“Without the Holy Spirit’s suppression, sin will consume everything!” The headmaster glared furiously, accelerating her spellcasting. “We can’t let it escape!”

As the origin grew more irritable, the chamber’s ceiling began collapsing. You You suddenly sensed waves of anger mixed with urgent grievance flooding her mind.

“ENOUGH!” An instinctive command surged from her. Absolute Pressure exploded outward, obliterating every formation like scattered dust. Cultivators collapsed to their knees. Even the frenzied golden sphere froze mid-air.

The cultivators gaped at You You. How could a Nascent Soul cultivator wield such terrifying power?

Ignoring them, You You focused on the hovering sphere. “Come here,” she ordered.

After a brief hesitation, the massive golden orb shrank rapidly. Soon, a soccer-sized sphere bounced eagerly toward her. With each hop, their connection deepened – she felt its desperate homesickness. Her hand instinctively rose to catch it.

A whip-like net flashed through the air, snaring the origin. The headmaster gripped a glowing magical tool, its handle bearing the Zhen Yan Sect’s emblem. Purple divine energy rippled across the net.

“Thieves!” the headmaster spat, straining against You You’s Pressure. “We’ll die before surrendering the Holy Spirit!”

“Thieves?” Feng Rong’s eyes narrowed. “You’re the ones who stole Six Realms’ origin! When did your Institute plunder our world’s core?”

“Core? This Holy Spirit purifies the Sin Clan’s corruption!” The headmaster retorted. “Without it, Demonic Energy will devour the Celestial Realm!”

Realization struck You You. “You’re using origin to convert Demonic Energy?”

“Since Ancient Times, Jingling Institute has purified sins!” The headmaster shouted as black mist flooded the chamber. “Thousands will die if this escapes!”

“Simple fix.” You You nodded at Feng Rong.

The Demon God raised his palm. All Demonic Energy streamed into his grasp, condensing into a Black marble within three breaths.

“Now,” You You released her Pressure, “let’s discuss Ancient history.”

The headmaster gaped at the cleansed chamber, grip loosening on her tool. Seizing the moment, the origin tore free with a plaintive whimper.

It shot toward You You like a golden comet. Feng Rong yanked her aside protectively. The light swerved and… plunged into his chest.

A contented voice echoed in their minds: “Mommy…”

Feng Rong: “……”

You You: “……”

Yuan Qi: “……”