Of course, all of that had just been a little play happening inside Su Yuan's head. He wasn't so superstitious that he'd wipe out an entire family over the plot of some novel.
He reined in his wandering thoughts and beckoned toward the place where the five Abyssal Shadows had vanished. Wisps of Primordial Essence invisible to everyone else drifted into his hand.
There was no need to explain that condensing Abyssal Shadows required the Primordial Dao.
If the Abyssal Shadows could return alive to their master, the Primordial Essence within them could be recovered.
But if they died out in the open, the Primordial Essence they contained would be left behind, just like the remnants of the Heavenly Lament Great Calamity.
Whenever Su Yuan created Abyssal Shadows himself, he always recovered the Primordial Essence as soon as they were destroyed, lest the Power of the Great Dao he wielded diminish.
Yet Immeasurable Tribulation Venerable could casually throw away vast quantities of Primordial Essence. His credentials as the number one cultivator in the Cultivation World spoke for themselves.
He had to admit, even if that guy was stingy, what slipped through his fingers was enough to feed Su Yuan until he was full.
A million Abyssal Shadows. It was practically a massive granary.
Still, whether it was recovering a million portions of Primordial Essence or vaccinating everyone in the Tianluo World, both were Herculean tasks for Su Yuan, who was only at the Golden Core Realm.
"In any case, let's build a Yuan Sect General Altar first."
Thinking about the enormous workload ahead, Su Yuan rubbed his temples with a headache.
After all, he was the only one in the entire world who could make Abyssal Shadows. Even as a nuclear-powered workhorse, it would be hard for him to vaccinate