Zhou Xuan did not even turn his head. His fingers continued flying across the light screen, forcibly splitting a node that was about to overload.
“You don't know shit. Mortal meridians simply can't withstand energy surges that strong. Without these buffer nodes to filter the energy and reduce the pressure, their bodies will explode on the spot.”
"Then let them explode. There are plenty more people outside."
Second Brother muttered indifferently, his tail slapping the floor in irritation.
"What's a few deaths? The ones left will get stronger, won't they? Brute force works miracles. Don't you get it?"
Zhou Xuan could not be bothered with this brute, whose head held nothing but thoughts of steamrolling everything with violence.
He had far too many problems on his hands.
Construction had begun on all thirty-six Kindling Academies at once. Although the Vow Power Network was being laid out at an astonishing pace, its finer details had more holes than a broken sieve.
The vow power Mortals produced was extremely impure, mixed with far too many selfish desires. If it flowed straight into the Divine Statue without being purified through successive layers of formations, a disaster would erupt sooner or later.
Just as Zhou Xuan was about to fine-tune the core formation patterns, someone shoved open the Secret Chamber's heavy bronze door.
A thunderous bang shook dust loose from the walls.
Ye Changqing stumbled inside.
He was in terrible shape.
His face was deathly pale, without a trace of color. A large, glaring bloodstain covered the front of his robes, and he leaned against the doorframe, gasping for breath.
The energy inside him was in utter chaos. The Golden Buddha Light and dark red demonic qi, which had previously fused perfectly, were now clashing wildly across his body, producing a barrage of explosive