Burn Them to Ashes and Scatter Them

Beast-Spirit Immortal City, Council Hall.

Divine Crow True Lord sat at the head, his eyes closed and silent.

"Three years have passed. None of the regions have escorted spirit stones or heavenly materials and earthly treasures here as tribute. After deducting what the Ancestor requires for daily cultivation, we have little left. Our cultivation has fallen into stagnation..."

Hei Chengwu and more than a dozen direct-line Golden Core cultivators spoke in low voices.

Around them, dozens of direct-line Foundation Establishment cultivators sat primly upright. From time to time, they gazed around the clan's council hall with excitement and curiosity. It was clearly their first time entering this solemn, austere place where the Hei Clan's authority was wielded. In the past, they could only wait for the results.

Now, they had a chance to take part in its decisions.

"With the spirit stones and heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the Immortal City's reserves, we can still hold out for some years. If the number of Golden Core cultivators does not increase in the future, it will barely be enough..."

"No. Sitting idle and eating away at our reserves while trapped in one corner of the grassland is the road to disaster!"

"What disaster? With the Ancestor here, we are as steady as Mount Tai."

The Golden Core cultivators argued endlessly, pulling in every direction, yet none dared truly pierce the paper window.

"Uncles, why be so timid and deceive yourselves!"

After a long while, a younger direct-line Golden Core cultivator rose angrily. "Summoning the foreign-surnamed Golden Core cultivators from every region to the Immortal City, placing restrictions on them, and temporarily acknowledging their status—this strategy has already proven unworkable over the years. Only a few foreign-surnamed Golden Cores came to pay respects, and all of them were aged and frail,