"Heh."
An exceedingly soft sneer slipped from Zhou Xuan's throat, plunging the temperature in the stone chamber to freezing.
He slowly raised his hand, and the fragment flew into his palm on its own.
"Master, wh-what's going on here? Pavilion Master Ji Chen, he..."
"Shut up."
Zhou Xuan cut him off. His voice held no emotion, yet carried an unquestionable will.
He turned, his gaze sweeping over the terrified Old Ancestor Xuanming and the grim-faced Emperor Jiang Wu.
"From this moment on, withdraw all defenses."
Both men froze.
"What?"
"Withdraw every defense around the Central Province World. Not only that, tear the rifts wider. Let our origin aura leak out more noticeably."
The order left Old Ancestor Xuanming and Emperor Jiang Wu utterly dumbfounded.
How was that any different from stripping naked, standing in a snowy field, and shouting, "I'm right here"?
It was as though he thought they weren't dying fast enough.
"Master, you mustn't! With that Divine Oracle issued, who knows how many hungry wolves are watching us out there? Right now, we..."
"Hungry wolves? I simply think there's too little prey. Killing them one at a time takes too long."
He intended to disguise all of Central Province as a ripe fruit on the verge of collapsing under divine punishment.
He would use it as bait.
The ones he meant to hook were the powerful hunters drawn by the Divine Oracle, who fancied themselves well hidden in the depths of the demon sea.
Zhou Xuan stepped forward, his figure hovering above the crumbling Central Province World.
Ignoring his subordinates' horror, he slowly raised both hands.
Hummm~
The newborn Power of Order surged alongside the three great origin laws of creation, destruction, and Slaughter.
This time, he did not use the Power of Order to repair anything. Instead,