Ji Chen stood to one side, his expression turning utterly grim.
He quickly opened the Heavenly Strategy Pavilion's ledger, his fingers skimming rapidly across it, his voice dry.
"Pavilion Master, our current stockpile is what keeps the whole of Central Province running. Once it's emptied, the Farm Plan will grind to a complete halt, and the entire exchange system will collapse instantly. The order we worked so hard to establish in Central Province will descend into chaos at once."
The voice from deep within the earth veins carried undisguised killing intent, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Cut the crap!"
"What good are crystal stones if we're dead?"
"Throw the entire stockpile in! Drain every last spirit vein beneath the Immortal-Burying Abyss, too!"
"If the Purifier stops turning, use your own dao fruit as firewood!"
Those words slammed down with the crushing weight of absolute authority.
Old Ancestor Xuanming shrank back, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
He knew Zhou Xuan's temper all too well.
If he dared utter so much as a word of refusal now, Zhou Xuan would absolutely come up and cleave him alive first.
Long-term plans, a steady trickle that lasted forever—all of it was nonsense when life and death hung in the balance.
"Pour it in! Hurry!"
Old Ancestor Xuanming turned and roared at Ji Chen, then lunged toward the Storage Formation in the corner of the stone chamber first.
Ji Chen put away the ledger, swiftly formed seals with both hands, and opened several of the largest storage spaces in the Immortal-Burying Abyss.
A thunderous clatter echoed through the stone chamber.
Vast quantities of top-grade crystal stones poured out, piling into small mountains.
Old Ancestor Xuanming waved his hands furiously, whipping up fierce winds that swept tons of crystal stones into the Purifier's intake.
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