Since the Heavenly Dao is already broken, I shall reshape the universe

"I'll cut you down first, you spineless thing!"

Yang Wudi roared and made to draw his blade.

Crouched on the chair, Second Brother spat out the scraps of sunken silver in his mouth and split his lips in a grin, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. "Why cut him? Just drain his blood and qi dry and light him like a sky lantern. I'd like to see how hard his bones really are."

Zhou Xuan reached out with his left hand, pressed down on Yang Wudi's wrist, and forced him back into his seat.

He swept his gaze across the room, over every terrified, greedy, and despairing face.

"You all think that without Central Province, we really have no way out?" Zhou Xuan asked in return.

Everyone froze.

Zhao Ji panted heavily as he retorted, "What way out could there still be? The Heavenly Dao's incompleteness is an iron law! The exhaustion of spiritual energy is a fact! Are we supposed to use our heads to defy the heavens and change our fate?"

Zhou Xuan ignored his shouting and continued, "What if there were a way that didn't require Central Province, didn't even require reliance on exhausted spiritual energy, and could completely resolve the Demonic Calamity—even allow us to break through the shackles of Spirit Transformation?"

That sentence directly overturned the ceiling of the secret chamber.

The whole room erupted.

Yang Mie raised an eyebrow, stopped wiping his long sword, and a startling light burst from his eyes.

Ye Changqing straightened in his seat and put away his cynical expression.

Zhao Ji and Feng Wuhen both showed disbelief. Since ancient times, spiritual energy had reigned supreme in the Cultivation World.

Without relying on spiritual energy, without relying on Central Province, what else could they rely on? Those mortals kowtowing? This