Zhou Xuan kicked Old Ancestor Xuanming in the backside, sending him stumbling forward several steps. He nearly plunged headfirst into the mountain of Crystal Stones.
He steadied himself, turned around with a face full of smiles, and nodded repeatedly.
"At your command, Token Master! This old ancestor will get right to work!"
Old Ancestor Xuanming rubbed his plump hands together, pulled a dingy gray Storage Bag from his robes, and hurried over to the Crystal Stone mountain.
He opened the bag and channeled his spiritual energy, preparing to suck all the supreme-grade origin crystals into it in one go.
Before even a tenth of the Crystal Stones had flown inside, the Storage Bag suddenly began to swell violently.
The spatial formation patterns on the bag flickered madly, giving off tearing sounds as they buckled under the strain.
Old Ancestor Xuanming jumped in fright, hastily cut off his spiritual energy, and clamped the bag's opening shut.
The energy density of supreme-grade origin crystals was simply too high.
Ordinary Storage Magic Treasures from Central Province could not withstand the pressure of such vast, pure energy.
If he forced the bag full, it would explode on the spot, and every Crystal Stone inside would be swept into void turbulence.
Old Ancestor Xuanming looked at the bulging Storage Bag in his hand, then at the Crystal Stone mountain before him, most of which remained. His entire plump face fell.
That meant he could not carry everything away in one trip.
He could only rely on his own two legs to haul it out to the Immortal Court Prison Ship, trip after trip.
"What are you standing around for?" Zhou Xuan urged coldly from beside him.
Old Ancestor Xuanming ducked his head, not daring to utter a single complaint.
Clutching the heavy Storage Bag, he