Aberration

Adams sneered.

"The four insect progenitors that died today were merely hatched using trash who had only just entered the Spirit Fusion Realm as breeding beds."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over Fujiwara and the several western Martial Saints.

"You've still got a few old geezers at the peak of the Spirit Fusion Realm hidden away in your clans, don't you?"

The moment those words fell.

Fujiwara's pupils contracted sharply.

The expressions of the western Martial Saints changed drastically as well, and they instinctively took half a step back.

"My lord... this..."

A blond Martial Saint's voice was dry.

"Those peak Spirit Fusion cultivators are the foundation we've built up in this world over more than a century..."

Peak Spirit Fusion Realm cultivators were only one step away from becoming Martial Saints.

Using them to feed the insects? It was far too painful a loss.

"Can't bear to part with them?"

Adams let out a cold laugh.

"In a hundred and fifty years, the Heaven Ranking reckoning will come, and the Nine Provinces are destined to be wiped out."

"Do you think tickets for immigration to the Sacred Blood Realm are so easy to obtain?"

His withered fingers tapped against the edge of the altar.

"Without enough merit, without completely taking the Nine Provinces' origin, what will you use to exchange for citizenship?"

"Are you keeping a few dogs around to turn to ash along with this world?"

The group fell silent.

Fujiwara gritted his teeth hard, the muscles in his face twitching violently.

After a long while.

He took a deep breath and abruptly lowered his head.

"I'll provide two."

The western Martial Saints exchanged glances. A trace of ruthlessness flashed through their eyes, and they nodded in compromise as well.

"Good."

Adams withdrew his gaze in satisfaction.