"Hungry."
That word was still buzzing in his head.
Zhou Xuan didn't move.
He stood in the very center of the Altar, looking down at the ground beneath his feet, sensing the divine intent coming from deep underground.
Honestly, he'd been in a pretty good mood today.
The four old monsters' Dao Fruits had been successfully reforged, the Heavenly Patrol Guards' scan had been fooled, and the farm in Central Province was running well. Everything was looking bright.
Then he turned around and ran into this thing.
How much had it cost him to save this seed from the brink of death?
Vast quantities of supreme origin, scrap that tens of thousands of Central Province cultivators had risked their lives to scavenge, an earth vein baptism that had nearly cost four Longevity Realm Old Ancestors their lives—and he himself had painstakingly used his black-gold Dao Fruit to balance Creation and Destruction, bit by bit.
This thing had nearly rotted in the dirt. Now, after barely catching a couple of breaths, it had already learned to order people around.
"Hungry."
That divine intent came again.
More forceful than the first time, more impatient.
It carried the unquestioning entitlement of something ordained by heaven.
In its consciousness, Zhou Xuan feeding and protecting it were simply things he ought to do.
It was the World Seed, a creation nurtured by the Immortal Court with the strength of the entire world. In the future, all heaven and earth would be reborn upon its foundation.
It was heaven itself.
Heaven was hungry. Why were the people below standing around instead of hurrying to present their offerings?
The black-gold Dao Fruit in Zhou Xuan's dantian shuddered violently.
The destructive instinct belonging to Nothingness surged from the depths of the mark, raced through every limb and bone,