Emperor Jiang Wu's voice carried the resolve to perish together, jade and stone alike. Scarlet-gold flames blazed around him, a sign that he was burning the Origin Source of his Dao Fruit.
Once he began, there would be no turning back.
At that critical instant, a weak yet extraordinarily calm voice came from the Purple-Gold Carriage behind him.
"Senior Jiang, stop."
The voice was quiet, but it fell like a basin of cold water over Emperor Jiang Wu's war intent, just as it was about to boil over.
Even his burning Dao Fruit faltered. His burly frame froze in place, and he whipped his head around, his eyes filled with confusion and a trace of anger.
"Boy, unless we get rid of this thing, none of us can get what we came for! Do you have another way?"
At a moment like this, the domineering divine emperor no longer cared about decorum. His words were thick with agitation.
Wuchen and the grievously wounded Mu Lingxin were pale as well. They looked toward the carriage with a glimmer of hope amid their despair.
Supported by Lin Qingzhu, Zhou Xuan slowly made his way to the carriage doorway. His pale face had not a trace of color, but his eyes shone astonishingly bright.
He did not answer Emperor Jiang Wu's question directly. Instead, he watched the constantly shifting aberration, using the Supreme One Divine Eye to see through its deepest structure.
"It isn't alive, nor does it have a physical body."
Zhou Xuan's voice was soft.
"It's merely a mass of disordered laws. Attacking it with ordered laws is like pouring water onto a chaotic sea of fire. Apart from making the flames burn fiercer, it won't achieve anything."
"Disordered?"
Emperor Jiang Wu's brows knitted tightly. The term lay beyond his understanding.