Zhou Xuan's right hand emerged from the wide sleeve of his black robe.
His five fingers spread.
Several crystals the size of fingernails slipped from his palm.
The crystals struck the cracked earth.
Their crisp clatter sounded piercing across the deathly silent plain.
A soft halo spread instantly.
An utterly pure aura of origin source shot straight into the sky, carrying fluctuations of the Immortal Court's higher-order law.
Did that aura contain even a trace of impurity?
There was none of the rotten stench unique to Central Province.
Nor was there any of the turbid qi corruption that drove people mad.
Old Ancestor Taichu's gray-white eyes abruptly bulged.
The thunder rumbling around Old Ancestor Hunyuan fell completely silent.
The yin-yang energies circling Old Ancestor Wuji collapsed outright.
Inside the three lofty, reclusive old monsters, their dao fruits roared uncontrollably with overwhelming hunger.
Those roars even escaped their bodies, setting off waves of low sonic booms in the air.
After thousands of years trapped at a bottleneck, this was their most primal physical response to a higher-order, purer power.
How could they possibly control themselves now?
Old Ancestor Taichu began to tremble.
His breathing grew extremely heavy as he stared fixedly at the Crystal Stones on the ground.
Hiding behind the others, Old Ancestor Xuanming watched the fallen Crystal Stones, his fat quivering with heartache.
He lowered his voice and muttered.
"What a fucking waste! Those are supreme-grade origin crystals! Tossing them into the mud like that—aren't you afraid of tainting them with bad luck?"
Old Ancestor Cangwu shot him a glare, signaling him to shut up.
Xie Yuan lay prone on the ground, closest to the Crystal Stones.
He could clearly sense how terrifying that power was.
Without the suppression of the Black-Gold Mark Zhou Xuan had planted inside him,