After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, the air in the secret chamber seemed to freeze.
Old Ancestor Xuanming frowned and demanded gruffly, "How will you bridge it? You're only at the Spirit Transformation Stage. What do you have that can close the generational gap with that Old Hag's Peerless Grade Dao Fruit?"
Zhou Xuan did not answer. He raised his right hand and brushed it lightly across his Storage Ring.
A heavy black iron box appeared out of thin air.
Bang.
Holding the iron box in one hand, Zhou Xuan slammed it unceremoniously onto the stone table in the center of the secret chamber.
The dull impact exploded through the cramped space, jolting a layer of fine defensive formation patterns into view on the table's surface.
"This is my anchor."
Zhou Xuan pointed at the iron box, his tone calm, without a single wasted word.
The secret chamber instantly fell deathly silent.
Then Old Ancestor Xuanming sprang up from beside the wall like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He pointed at the iron box on the stone table, his finger trembling.
"Have you lost your mind?!"
Old Ancestor Xuanming's voice echoed through the secret chamber, filled with undisguised horror.
"That thing is steeped in corruption from that monstrosity, and you want to use it as an anchor? Have you decided you've lived too long?!"
The Alliance Leader's projection flickered violently as well, his normally steady voice now distinctly anxious.
"Zhou Xuan, don't be reckless. The very nature of this thing has been completely twisted."
"You saw what happened to Old Dog Great Hua yourself. It drained his Dao Fruit dry and left him neither human nor ghost."
"If you willingly make it your anchor, you'll be drawing that corruption straight into your own foundation. Not even a Golden