The false Heavenly Dao's voice echoed through the stone chamber, spilling out everything it had suppressed for thousands of years.
"Come here, and bring his origin source. Here, we will share in the feast of godslaying!"
Unity Continent, the ruined underground palace.
Zhou Xuan stood up. The bones on the left half of his body were still exposed, gray-gold light flowing slowly through their gaps as a substitute for flesh and blood. He paid no attention to his appearance and stepped out of the stone chamber.
The formation patterns dispersed, and the stone gate rose.
Emperor Jiang Wu and Old Ancestor Xuanming stood guard outside. Their expressions shifted when they saw Zhou Xuan like this, and both dropped to their knees without a word.
"Master," they said together.
"Pass down my orders." Zhou Xuan's voice was terribly hoarse. "Overload every propulsion formation on the Unity Continent. Destination: void coordinates C-741."
Old Ancestor Xuanming froze for a moment. That location lay in the deepest reaches of the Return-to-Void Demon Sea. It was not even marked on the star map.
"One more thing." Zhou Xuan looked at them. "Put all the main attack formations of the Four Realms' earth veins under my direct control. Take your men and hold the formation cores to the death. Ignore whatever happens outside, even if the sky falls. Without my express command, no one is to withdraw the formations."
"As you command." Emperor Jiang Wu drew the War Glaive and turned to carry out his orders.
Old Ancestor Xuanming kowtowed, then strode into the darkness.
Half an hour later, the Unity Continent began to shake. The power of the Four Realms' earth veins surged outward, forcibly tearing an opening through the chaotic currents of the Return-to-Void Demon Sea. The entire continent became a streak of light