Zhou Xuan seized the opportunity.
Braving that immense pressure, he took a step forward.
The deck beneath his feet gave a dull boom.
Zhou Xuan swayed, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he did not stop. He immediately took a second step.
He was walking toward the desiccated corpse.
Outside the formation, the four Old Ancestors stared, dumbfounded.
Old Ancestor Xuanming's mouth hung open. He even forgot to breathe.
He could not begin to understand what Zhou Xuan was doing.
With the Immortal Court's killing array locked onto him, instead of finding a way to escape, he was deliberately approaching the formation's central hub?
What was that if not courting death?
"He's gone mad..." Old Ancestor Cangwu muttered.
Emperor Jiang Wu stared fixedly at Zhou Xuan's back, his hands clenched tight inside his sleeves.
He had an inkling of what Zhou Xuan intended, but the idea was so insane that he did not dare believe it.
Zhou Xuan walked very slowly.
With every step, his bones gave a series of cracks that set one's teeth on edge.
His Spirit Transformation Stage cultivation truly amounted to nothing here.
Without the Supreme One Token's authority holding firm, he would have been crushed into pulp long ago.
It took him half the time needed to drink a cup of tea to cover those ten steps.
By the time he finally stood before the bronze pillar, he looked as though he had been dragged out of a pool of blood.
The corpse's hollow eye sockets were mere inches away.
The mechanical voice had become halting from the conflict in its logic, riddled with grating static.
"E... eliminate... taboo..."
"Au... authority... conflict..."
"Must not... defy..."
Zhou Xuan looked at the corpse and raised his right hand.
He pressed his arm, covered in