After a brief pause, Zhou Xuan's voice turned utterly cold.
"I'll drain his origin source dry, hang him above the Purifier, and burn him like a sky lantern."
At those words, the temperature in the entire Main Hall seemed to plunge to freezing.
Old Ancestor Taichu's scalp prickled, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his Celestial Crown.
He had thought that reaching the peak of the high grade longevity realm would give his words at least some weight before Zhou Xuan.
Only now did he understand that, in Zhou Xuan's eyes, a supposed peak expert like him was no different from the lowly miners digging up waste outside.
Rules were rules. Whoever crossed them died!
"This old man understands! I wouldn't dare!"
His legs gave way, and Old Ancestor Taichu dropped to his knees again, pressing his forehead tightly against the icy stone floor as cold sweat streamed down his cheeks.
"This old man will immediately notify every sect in the alliance. If anyone dares utter so much as a loud word on the outskirts of the Immortal-Burying Abyss, I'll personally flay him alive!"
Watching Old Ancestor Taichu tremble on the floor, Zhou Xuan withdrew his gaze.
A warning only needed to go so far. These old monsters were all shrewd as could be. Surely they knew which lines they must never cross?
"Get out and get to work," Zhou Xuan said with a wave.
As though granted a pardon, Old Ancestor Taichu scrambled out of the Main Hall, not daring to raise his head even once.
Once the Main Hall's stone doors closed again, Zhou Xuan turned toward Old Ancestor Xuanming and Emperor Jiang Wu, seated to the side.
"I'll be leaving the Immortal-Burying Abyss for a while."
Zhou Xuan laid his plans