Old Ancestor Yunqing's face darkened at his words. "No!"
"The Spirit Realm Origin has already been severely depleted. The last time we forcibly tore open a spatial rift, we already expended ten percent of the Spirit Realm Origin.
"If we forcibly tear open a spatial passage again, it will cost at least another thirty percent of the Spirit Realm Origin.
"By then, even if we successfully conquer Xuantian Continent, the Spirit Realm will be grievously weakened. The losses will outweigh the gains!"
With a swipe of his sword fingers, Old Ancestor Leixiao severed the traces of divination in the void and said coldly, "Xuanyin, you and I both know this.
"The Gate of the Spirit Realm will naturally open in six days. Why rush for this moment?"
A cold glint flickered in Ancestor Xuanying's eyes. His withered fingers clenched into a fist within his sleeve, his knuckles cracking with piercing pops.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the surging fury in his chest, but his voice remained as biting as ice from the Nine Netherworlds. "Do you think this old man wishes to expend the Spirit Realm Origin?
"But have you considered this—"
He suddenly pointed at the blurry phantom of Xuantian Continent within the Bronze Ancient Mirror, his voice sharply rising. "During that divination just now, did you not sense that force twisting the heavenly secrets?
"If we wait for the Gate of the Spirit Realm to open naturally, those ants may have already laid down a Heavenly Net and Earthly Net!"
Old Ancestor Yunqing said worriedly, "But the price of thirty percent of the Spirit Realm Origin is enough to drain the Spirit Realm's Spiritual Energy for tens of thousands of years.
"Even if we conquer Xuantian Continent then, what will Spirit Realm cultivators use to cultivate