"Token Master, this..."
Zhou Xuan ignored him and flipped the case open with one hand.
The case was indeed empty. Crimson scorch marks left by the shattered fragments still scarred its black iron walls, and a faint, heavily suppressed aura of slaughter seeped out.
"The case isn't the formation core."
Zhou Xuan set the case upside down on the ground, right over the center of the crack. Then he opened his right hand, palm facing down.
"The formation core is this."
His palm lit up.
It wasn't spiritual energy or the radiance of laws. A speck of Crimson seeped out from beneath his skin and gathered in his palm, no bigger than a grain of rice.
Slaughter Origin Source.
A strand stripped from his Dao fruit. Exceedingly fine, exceedingly pure—so fine the naked eye could barely see it, so pure even the air dared not touch it.
Emperor Jiang Wu's Dao fruit abruptly contracted inside his dantian.
A chill ran through him from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet.
The rice-sized Crimson speck hovered over Zhou Xuan's palm. It clearly wasn't releasing anything offensive, yet the recently reforged Peerless Grade Dao fruit inside Emperor Jiang Wu was frantically burrowing deeper into his dantian.
It wasn't trembling or sounding a warning.
It was fleeing.
His Dao fruit was fleeing for its life.
"Token Master!"
Emperor Jiang Wu's voice cracked.
"This thing... you intend to pour this thing into the formation's foundation?"
Zhou Xuan turned his head and glanced at him.
"Any objections?"
Emperor Jiang Wu's mouth opened and closed, then closed and opened. At last, he squeezed a complete sentence through his teeth. "If this thing goes out of control, not a single living creature within a thousand miles will survive three breaths."
"That's why I'm