Chapter 213: Inheritance Resonance

Wan Tiande's twisted, mad face rapidly enlarged in Wang Shan's sight, and was finally engulfed by a blinding golden light.

"Madman! You madman!"

"Since you won't let me live, then we shall die together!"

"Ignite my vital blood, explode my Golden Core!"

"Open for me...!"

The hysterical roar seemed to still echo in his ears, but in the next instant all sounds were replaced by a more pure, more primal roar.

Boom—!!!

A world‑shattering energy beam struck Wang Shan's chest with a solid impact.

In that instant Wang Shan felt he was no longer an invincible monster, but a small boat on the verge of tearing apart in the eye of a storm. The raging Geng‑metal Spiritual Power surged like billions of steel needles, frenziedly piercing his scaled armor, flesh, bones, and even his spirit.

His prideful "Law‑Breaking Domain" felt powerless for the first time before this unreasonable, utterly pure self‑destruct energy. The domain twisted and quivered violently, as if it could be torn apart at any moment.

Excruciating pain!

Unprecedented excruciating pain!

Even during the worst Counter‑Devouring of his mutation before, he had never experienced such a clear pain that seemed to erase him at the particle level.

His massive body was blasted outward, like an uncontrolled meteor, slamming hard into the mountain wall behind him.

It's over?

That thought flashed through Wang Shan's mind.

He had ultimately underestimated the final dignity and madness of a Golden Core cultivator. This all‑consuming, jade‑and‑stone‑burning tactic went beyond strategy and skill; it was pure life‑for‑life exchange.

And he still didn't want to die.

Just as Wang Shan thought he would have to endure all this damage outright, even if he survived he would be reduced to his original form—or worse—when a mutation suddenly erupted.

It wasn't on him, but behind him.

"Grandpa!"

A youthful yet determined shout pierced the deafening roar and reached deep into Wang Shan's consciousness.

It's Xiao Ze!

Almost simultaneously, a dim, profound black glare, as if it could swallow all light, suddenly flared from the depths of the Cave.

It wasn't ordinary black, but an ultimate, primordial "Void".

The source was the Black Jade Slip tightly held in Wang Zhize's arms.

Hum—

On the slip, the ancient mysterious patterns seemed to come alive, streams of light weaving through them. It was no longer an inert object, but like an awakened heart, beating violently.

As it pulsed, the entire Cave seemed to answer its call.

The massive rune network that Wang Shan had etched onto the cliffs and ground with his mutated blood lit up with dark crimson light at that moment. Runes rose from the rock, resonating with the glow of the Black Jade Slip, creating a strong resonance.

The entire Cave, at that instant, seemed to become a gigantic, living organism.

"Brother! I'm coming too!"

Wang Zhitao let out a loud shout; he lacked his younger brother's innate sensitivity to the slip, but he had his own method!

His internal "Devouring Core Overlord Body" was fully triggered by this massive, homogenous energy surge; beneath his skin, brilliant golden patterns ignited, brighter than ever before. Massive, pure life energy surged uncontrollably from his body, forming a golden torrent that rushed toward the dim black glare.

Black and gold.

One line represented an ancient inheritance of universal silence, the other embodied an unyielding, life‑affirming Overlord constitution.

The two utterly different yet same‑origin forces, at that moment, showed no resistance, intertwining and merging perfectly.

"This is..."

Wang Shan, standing at the center of the energy storm, clearly sensed this sudden change.

He saw the black‑gold twin‑colored energy torrent swirl around him, as if alive, rapidly outlining a translucent energy shield studded with mysterious black‑gold runes around him and his two grandsons.

Rumble—!!!

The lingering energy shock from Wan Tiande's Golden Core self‑detonation, like a towering wave, slammed hard onto the newly formed shield.

The shield quivered violently, its rune light flickering, emitting a creaking wail as if glass were about to shatter.

"Hold on!" Wang Zhitao gritted his teeth, his small face flushed red, feeling his strength being drained, "Xiao Ze, clutch that broken stone!"

"It's not a broken stone!" Wang Zhize shouted back, his tiny body trembling from overexertion, yet his arms holding the slip remained unmoving, his face pale but his eyes shining, "It's protecting grandpa! We'll do it together!"

"Alright! Together!"

The brothers' dialogue, word for word, entered Wang Shan's ears.

Trapped within the shield, he could still feel the terrifying pressure from the Outside World, but the most lethal, core‑level impact that could tear him apart was steadily held back by this seemingly fragile shield.

The shield did not completely nullify the attack.

But it bought Wang Shan the most precious breathing room.

It spared him from being gravely wounded—or even killed on the spot—by the sudden self‑destruct energy.

Wang Shan frantically circulated his power to mend the cracked armor on his chest while feeling the two familiar yet unfamiliar forces behind him.

One came from Xiao Ze, through the slip, activating the Cave's ancient seal—'Shi'.

The other came from Da Tao, through his Overlord body, supplying endless pure life force—'Source'.

So that's how it is...

Now I understand!

Wang Shan's mind cleared. He had always believed the slip was a solitary heirloom, the key to the Wang Family's rise. Now he realized he had been wrong.

The slip has never been isolated.

It is like the 'key' to a peerless divine weapon, and the one who can turn that key and unleash the weapon's true power is not anyone else but the bloodline of the Wang Family!

It is Zhize's innate affinity and Zhitao's unrivaled Overlord devouring core, and when they combine their power with the slip, they become a complete, invincible whole!

This is the real trump card left by the ancestors!

Crack… Crack…

The cracks on the shield multiplied, dense as a spider web.

"Brother… I'm about to collapse…" Wang Zhize's voice carried a hint of sobbing, not from fear but from sheer fatigue.

"Hold on a little longer!" Wang Zhitao's golden patterns also began to dim; he turned his head to glance at his younger brother, then at his grandfather's silhouette, and roared, "Grandpa isn't healed yet! We can't fall!"

The boy's roar carried an unwavering resolve.

At that moment, the violent energy storm of the Outside World finally began to wane.

Wang Shan spun around abruptly; the wound on his chest had, during that brief gasp, healed by more than half thanks to his abnormal regenerative power, and the newly formed scale‑bone spines were even more ferocious than before.

He snatched the two teetering grandsons behind him, shielding them securely with his massive body.

"Well done."

His voice was low and hoarse, yet carried an unprecedented warmth.

The shield shattered in response, turning into countless Light Spots that dissipated into the air.

Wang Shan lifted his cold, vertical pupils and gazed toward the Cave Entrance.

The lingering energy dissipated, revealing Wan Tiande's silhouette.

He collapsed on the ground like a pool of rotten mud, his Meridians shattered, his breath dwindling to the extreme. The dazzling Golden Core had utterly burst, leaving only a faint remnant of the primal source barely clinging to life within him.

He isn't dead yet, but it's no different from being dead.

He sensed the movement on Wang Shan's side, struggled to lift his head, and when he saw Wang Shan standing there, slightly disheveled, with two little brats behind him, the once‑sparkless eyes revealed an ultimate, incomprehensible bewilderment and despair.

"W-... why..."

He mustered his last ounce of strength and let out a mosquito‑like whimper.

Wang Shan gave him no answer.

He merely lowered his head, glanced at the little grandson Wang Zhize cradled in his arms, who had slipped into unconsciousness from exhaustion, then glanced at Wang Zhitao, still forcing himself not to fall. The beast‑like coldness and ferocity in his gaze faded slightly, replaced by something deeper and more resolute.

These two kids…

are the hope of the Wang Family.

are my miracle, Wang Shan.