Zhou Xuan's knees slammed hard into the Altar's dark-red crystal stone. His right hand braced against the ground, his fingers digging into a crack.
Three of his fingernails broke, and the bones beneath his flesh bent into an unnatural curve.
He lowered his head and gasped for breath.
Blood poured from his mouth, spreading rapidly across the dark-red crystal floor.
Inside the Law Sphere, the Seed's divine will was still howling.
But its howls had changed.
"You... you'll die!"
"The Creation Origin Source isn't something someone at your level can withstand!"
"Your body won't hold! It'll explode!"
Beyond the fear in the Seed's voice, there was now a thread of desperate hope.
It was hoping.
Hoping that the madman who had torn a bite out of it would choke to death on that mouthful.
Zhou Xuan heard it.
He raised his head.
Blood smeared half his face. His left eye had swollen shut, and blood was still seeping from his body.
But he smiled.
He grinned, baring a mouthful of bloodstained teeth.
"With that little ability, you dare order me around?"
He raised his right hand, turned his palm downward, and pressed it firmly against his dantian.
The black-gold dao fruit spun wildly inside him, forcibly drawing that raging Creation Origin Source into its core and beginning to brutally compress, grind, and fuse it.
The Creation Origin Source resisted.
It was the purest power from the dawn of the Immortal Court's creation, possessed of an innate arrogance that rejected all things. It refused to be absorbed by any existence outside the Immortal Court's orthodox lineage.
The black-gold dao fruit cared nothing for that.
What was its essence? It was a Peerless Grade product Zhou Xuan had forged with his own flesh and divine soul as its core, forcibly smelting together