The Alliance Leader's purple-gold phantom hovered there, complex halos shifting across his indistinct face.
No one responded.
A strange silence filled the secret chamber.
Old Ancestor Xuanming still clutched his sleeve, his expression shifting between heartache and relief—heartache that his hidden treasure would have to be used, relief that it had actually proved so useful.
Old Ancestor Cangwu wound his fingers around the Jade Green Withered Vine on his wrist, turning it round and round.
He spoke.
"It's a good plan."
Old Ancestor Cangwu habitually narrowed his eyes when he spoke, making him look like an old cat dozing.
But now that old cat's tail had stood upright.
"But there is one point I cannot understand."
Zhou Xuan leaned against the back of his chair and waited for him to continue.
"However deeply Grand Hua Old Ancestor enters seclusion to guide the Origin Fetus's operation, he is still in the Longevity Realm."
Old Ancestor Cangwu lifted his fingertip from the Withered Vine and tapped the stone table.
"A Longevity Realm cultivator's perception of origin laws is etched into his bones."
"Just as you don't have to think about inhaling when you breathe, he doesn't need to deliberately investigate. His body will distinguish things for him."
Lin Qingzhu's brow furrowed as well.
"You mean Grand Hua Old Ancestor might notice in advance once that wisp of Corruption enters the earth veins?"
"Not might." Old Ancestor Cangwu shook his head. "Most likely."
He looked at Zhou Xuan.
"However faint the aura of 'Nothingness' is, it remains a foreign substance to a Longevity Realm Dao Fruit."
"Like a drop of ink falling into clear water. You might not taste it, but a Longevity Realm Dao Fruit is ten thousand times more sensitive than your tongue."
"Even the slightest, faintest abnormal fluctuation will make