"No need to pursue him!" Wu Heng said.
The anger on the councilor's face instantly turned to respect at his words, though he still looked puzzled.
"Don't worry. This attempt of his has no chance of succeeding. The evil spirit world has already seized the initiative and is doing everything it can to merge with reality. Under such circumstances, no spacetime node can be reversed.
Otherwise, it would mean opposing both worlds.
To the evil spirits and the real world, time is the link that connects and stabilizes them.
Once one side holds the advantage, reversal is impossible.
Ash is destined to return empty-handed. Everyone, go back and get some sleep. Rest up for the Flesh-Weaving Machine's advancement ritual tomorrow."
Wu Heng spoke casually.
The Marrow Eaters remained deeply respectful toward this progenitor.
After hearing this, they inspected the gate and then dragged the eight fallen guards aside for punishment.
Though it was not their fault, and the gap in strength between them and Ash had been enormous.
Once something like this went wrong, however, there were no excuses to be made.
There was no such thing as innocence or guilt. They could only consider themselves unlucky.
Otherwise, if new recruits neglected their duties in the same manner next time, using this incident as a comparison to argue and evade responsibility, it could lead to a grave disaster.
What guarantee would there be for the base's security then?
The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, the upper ranks of the Marrow Eaters gathered in the core area of the clan grounds, where the Flesh-Weaving Machine stood.
The volunteer offerings were all blindfolded and led in one by one in order.
They lined up beside the Flesh-Weaving Machine, which was now as large as two rooms.
They curiously sniffed