"Useless?"
"The Immortal Court lost contact with the lower realm, and the Supreme One Token lost its spirituality along with it."
The old man spoke.
"A token without spirituality is just a worthless stone. It cannot open the gate to Return to Void."
The courtyard fell silent again.
Zhou Xuan said nothing, but his thoughts were already turning.
The Supreme One Token...
The name shared the same origin as the Supreme One Art he cultivated.
Ever since entering Central Province, he had been searching for this thread.
The Supreme One Immortal Court, the Seventy-Two Immortal Veins, the Eye of Return to Void... every name seemed to have been plucked straight from the fragments of his cultivation art. And now a Supreme One Token had appeared.
This journey was getting more and more interesting.
"Alliance Leader."
Zhou Xuan spoke.
"Could you let this junior take a look at that ruined Supreme One Token?"
The old man narrowed his eyes. "What do you want to look at it for?"
"To see how badly ruined it is," Zhou Xuan said quite naturally. "Perhaps it can still be saved?"
"Saved?" The old man's phantom went still. After a long moment, he actually laughed.
There was little joy in that laughter, only an indescribable bitterness.
"Do you think it is some ordinary magical treasure that can be patched up after a few bumps and scrapes?"
The old man stopped laughing.
"Let me make this clear. I have spent tens of thousands of years searching for a way to repair this Command Token. I even carried it throughout Central Province and asked everyone there was to ask."
"It was no use."
"Even those few Changsheng Old Ancestors who have lived longer than I have were helpless."
Zhou Xuan said nothing.
The old man raised his hand