The core stone chamber of the Immortal-Burying Abyss.
The black Mechanical Formation Disk spun furiously, the grinding of its interlocking gears making the ground tremble.
The Purifier was working beyond capacity. Densely packed formation patterns lit up across its casing, radiating heat.
Old Ancestor Xuanming leaned over the edge of the formation disk, his eyes wide as he stared fixedly at the outlet.
His aged face flushed crimson. He even forgot to breathe, gripping the edge of the table until his nails nearly dug into the stone.
Crate after crate of supreme-grade origin crystals, giving off a delicate fragrance, was pushed out.
Old Ancestor Cangwu stood nearby, his sword hand trembling.
Emperor Jiang Wu and the Origin Return Alliance Leader were too stunned to speak, overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of resources.
"We're rich. We're really rich."
Old Ancestor Xuanming rubbed his hands together, practically drooling.
"Those independent cultivators mining out there have gone completely mad. The scrap they've delivered is piled higher than a mountain. This Purifier is a treasure, too. It squeezes everything dry without leaving so much as a speck of residue."
Zhou Xuan sat in the seat of honor, calmly watching the mountain of crystal stones.
"Xuanming, wipe your drool." Zhou Xuan tapped the table.
Old Ancestor Xuanming hurriedly wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then turned toward him with a fawning expression. "Fellow Daoist Zhou, this output is frightening."
"We've dug up the reserves of the entire Central Province this time."
"Look at this quality. They're all the finest top-grade crystal stones. Take even one outside, and those sects would fight until their heads split open to get it."
Zhou Xuan rose and walked over to the pile of crystal stones.
"This is only the beginning."
Zhou Xuan scooped up a handful of crystal stones,