Zhou Xuan raised his left hand.
The three-colored laws condensed into a colossal blade that pierced the heavens and surged upward.
Boom.
The golden divine decree was cleaved in two, exploding into a skyful of raining light.
Zhou Xuan withdrew his hand and lowered his gaze to Ji Chen in his arms.
"An Origin Sacred Relic," Zhou Xuan murmured softly.
He stepped forward, heading toward the Immortal-Burying Abyss.
"Emperor Jiang Wu."
"Your subordinate is here!" Emperor Jiang Wu dropped to one knee, his roar like thunder.
"Clean up this garbage outside," Zhou Xuan said without looking back. "Then prepare to break camp."
Emperor Jiang Wu raised his head.
"Master, where are we going?"
Zhou Xuan paused.
"To the Divine Court." Zhou Xuan's voice was cold enough to shed shards of ice. "To get medicine."
Outside the Immortal-Burying Abyss, no one made a sound.
Tens of thousands of cultivators lay facedown, their foreheads pressed into the mud, not daring even to breathe heavily.
Holding Ji Chen, Zhou Xuan hovered in midair. The right half of his body was still translucent, gray light pulsing beneath his flesh.
"Master." Emperor Jiang Wu approached with the War Glaive in hand, his armor smeared with blood. "Shall we slaughter all these traitors?"
Everyone below shuddered in unison.
Zhou Xuan swept his gaze over them.
"If we slaughter them all, who will mine?" His voice held little inflection. "Pick out the ringleaders, cripple their Dao Fruits, drain their laws, and stuff them into the earth vein formation cores as living sources of spiritual power. Brand the rest with slave marks and send them to reclaim the outskirts."
Emperor Jiang Wu cupped his fist. "As you command!"
Zhou Xuan looked up at the rain of light that had yet to fully disperse from the sky.
"The rules