Emperor Jiang Wu gripped the War Glaive, holding it firmly against the Formation Core. His muscles tore open one after another, blood spurting out. "The Master just fed us this piece of meat. If we can't even digest it, how can we have the face to see him!"
The two were nearly at their limit.
A translucent figure appeared in the underground core.
Zhou Xuan ignored the rampaging energies and walked straight into the center of the energy storm, then sat cross-legged.
"Master!" Old Ancestor Xuanming's expression changed.
Zhou Xuan paid him no mind. He closed his eyes and drove the Black-Gold Dao Fruit within him to its limit.
Boom.
Dark gold, pitch-black, and emerald light surged up, twisting into a massive three-colored vortex. Zhou Xuan used none of that power to repair his half-ruined body, nor to suppress the deadly Endmark-he spread his arms and forcibly dragged every bit of violent, impure energy in Central Province's earth veins into his own body.
"Has the Master gone mad?!" Emperor Jiang Wu's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "With that much impure origin source entering his body, he'll explode!"
Zhou Xuan did not explode.
But what he was enduring was worse than exploding.
The origin sources of two realms rampaged through him, ripping apart his meridians and flesh. Zhou Xuan gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. The right half of his body was already translucent; under the onslaught of energy, it flickered in and out, looking ready to dissipate at any moment.
"Condense... for me!"
Zhou Xuan roared inwardly. He used the three great laws of Creation, Destruction, and Slaughter as his hammer, the newly seized Power of Order as his mold, and his own body as the furnace.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dull hammer blows rang out from