Sealed Divine Throne II: Twin Sons of Dragon
Chapter 859 - 430 Chaos_2

Chapter 859: Chapter 430 Chaos_2

Yes, this was the answer in his heart. No matter how truthfully the Spectral Saint Mage had recounted those two stories, at this moment, in his heart, he still found it hard to believe. Nor did he want to believe.

"Brother, but, I remember, I really do remember some things. I can be sure that those are my memories. They originate from the bloodline within us," Long Kongkong spoke, his gaze now icier than before, as strong negative emotions surged within him like a fountain. His eyes were filled with hatred and destruction, while intense sorrow assaulted his brain repeatedly.

"No, Kongkong, it’s not like that. We are human! How could we help wraiths destroy humanity? Kongkong, wake up!" Long Dangdang took large strides toward Long Kongkong, panic the only emotion in his heart at the moment. Everything before him seemed so unreal.

A pale blue light flickered, and Long Dangdang’s body suddenly froze, fixed in place. Ling Xue turned her body to look at him, her eyes twinkling with complex emotions.

"Humans? Every wraith was once human. But how many wraiths have died a natural death? Do you think a human who has died a natural death can become a wraith? Isn’t it the injustices of the living world that lead to restless deaths? Can’t the two stories I’ve told awaken you yet? Why can’t I awaken the bloodline memories that should inherently arise in you, considering that you are my son? Or could it be that you are not my son at all?"

The spiritual power of the Spectral Saint Mage Ling Xue suddenly flared in her eyes; she abruptly raised her hand and violently grasped Long Dangdang’s head, unleashing a terrifying surge of spiritual power that came crashing down.

Long Dangdang possessed considerable spiritual power himself, which had been enhanced by the Soul Stone and further nourished back by Little Evil, to the point that he had even touched the edge of the 9th Rank. When he was targeted by a mental attack, Little Evil immediately reacted, seeking to resist, and his own spiritual power likewise burst forth.

However, it was all in vain. The spiritual power of the Spectral Saint Mage Ling Xue was simply too overwhelming. Her formidable spiritual power stormed into Long Dangdang’s mental spirit ocean with an almost brute force, leaving no place for his mental spirit ocean to hide under the extensive sweep of her soul power.

Neither Little Evil nor Little Eight, nor his own power could move in the slightest under this complete suppression. Only the strange surging of his Bloodline Power barely protected his mental spirit ocean from damage.

Ling Xue’s eyes shimmered with inconsistent colors, "Why? Why can’t I find the imprint of my soul in your soul? We are mother and son, yet why can’t I feel my soul’s presence in you? Why? Are you not my son?"

Completely unlike Long Kongkong, on whom she could clearly sense an all-too-familiar aura among all the others, one that was so similar to her previous life that she felt she could even perceive the emotional turmoil of Little Austin just before she died.

On the contrary, on Long Dangdang, she could not sense anything at all. Indeed, not even a trace of her son’s presence from her past life. Yet, they were twins born of the same mother! Could it be that only one of her reborn sons inherited the memories? But they both carried that strange bloodline mark, which undeniably belonged to her son’s mysterious and powerful Bloodline Power. Even she could only serve as a vessel to pass down this power to her sons, unable to wield it herself.

"Mom, what are you doing?" At this moment, Long Kongkong had already let go of Hep Benn and dashed to Ling Xue’s side, grabbing her arm in an embrace.

Although he had recovered some memories, the memories of this life still dominated more! From childhood to adulthood, he spent the most time with his brother, especially after entering the academy, where he could say that he lived a lazy and comfortable life only under his brother’s protection. Seeing his mother actually attack his brother, how could he not be anxious?

Ling Xue’s soul power converged, and Long Dangdang, with a pale face, directly slumped to the ground. Long Kongkong wanted to step forward to help, but was held back by Ling Xue.

The Spectral Saint Mage muttered to herself, "No, this isn’t right. It shouldn’t be like this. Clearly, it’s the same origin of the Bloodline Power, but why are the memories so fragmented? He has no sign of potentially recovering his memories. He’s already under the guidance of my soul power, yet there is no effect at all. Why is this?"

While she was telling the two stories, she had always been guiding with her powerful spiritual power. Same-origin bloodlines, coupled with reincarnation, she believed that her son would inevitably begin recovering his memories. The same method had been used on Hep Benn.

It had proven successful on Long Kongkong, but for some reason, it just didn’t work on Long Dangdang. This was an abnormal situation. Unless, her son was only resurrected in Long Kongkong’s body, but Long Dangdang’s body had also inherited that magical Bloodline Power of her son! Why was this? Even standing at the pinnacle of this world, at this moment, Ling Xue’s mind was somewhat chaotic, unable to understand what was happening.

Long Kongkong struggled for a moment, and Ling Xue, subconsciously releasing her grasp, hurriedly crouched down and helped Long Dangdang up, "Brother, you..."

As their bodies came into contact, for a brief moment, both Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong felt as if they had been electrocuted. Their bodies separated instantly.

Because, at the moment of their touch, they both distinctly felt an odd surge within their Bloodline Power. Long Kongkong could clearly sense that his Elemental Vortex Spirit Furnace was being drawn by the strange Bloodline Power, feeling like it wanted to devour Long Dangdang. Meanwhile, Long Dangdang received an icy and destructive aura from Long Kongkong. This caused a momentary collision within the same source of Bloodline Power in their bodies.

Long Dangdang’s pupils suddenly contracted; he was different now. In that moment, he distinctly felt that his brother had changed. Instantly, his heart sank. Although he did not understand why this was happening, he was certain that his brother’s change was influenced by the Spectral Saint Mage.

Something had gone wrong, it had indeed gone wrong. But what exactly was going on? He was utterly confused.

The Spectral Saint Mage, Ling Xue, had by now regained her composure. She looked down at Long Dangdang and then to Long Kongkong, who was standing there dumbfounded, and murmured, "It seems there were some complications when resurrecting my Little Austin. Kongkong, you’ve resurrected Little Austin’s soul, but perhaps due to the frailty of human bodies, it has resulted in using two bodies to bear your bloodline. Long Dangdang is not the resurrected you; he is merely a vessel for your bloodline. Devouring him might allow you to restore the talents of your previous life, gradually regaining your power. Merging into one, that is my true son."

As the Sacred Magic God studying wraith magic, a top existence in the field, after brief contemplation and observing the different aura changes in Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong, she had some conjectures in her mind. The most reasonable explanation was that her son’s soul had fully awakened in Long Kongkong, while Long Dangdang had none of it, only the human body of this life, yet sharing the magical Bloodline Power of her son.