In a strange place:
Candle flames flickered, and eyeballs rolled wildly.
A few breaths earlier, after sending Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren away, they had begun a heated discussion.
Each of these eyeballs represented a One-Way Passage cultivator.
They weren't discussing whether to give Wang Quan and the others Title materials, but who would provide them.
Because the All-Under-Heaven Dao Court needed to open up the Polar Lands, its resources were tight as well.
To gather enough Title materials, one option was to mobilize the Dao Court's forces and spend a thousand years accumulating them.
But if they did that, the Era Cataclysm would arrive before the materials could be gathered.
Moreover, delivering the materials a thousand years later would lower the All-Under-Heaven Dao Court's prestige and make the cultivators beneath it look down on it.
So they had to give Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren the materials as quickly as possible.
There was now only one way to gather the materials quickly:
Harvest One-Way Passage cultivators.
The question under discussion now was-who to harvest.
An eyeball rolled. "Naturally, the old things in the coffins should provide them."
Many One-Way Passage cultivators had failed to become immortals for various reasons.
They lay in coffins, using Divine Abilities, Magic Treasures, materials, and other things to seal themselves away, clinging to their last breaths and sinking into decay.
When needed, they would throw open their coffin lids, unleash decaying cries, and blaze with their final brilliance.
A decaying eyeball protested, "Picking on us because we're old and weak?"
"Exactly!"
"The Era Cataclysm is nearly upon us. You old things ought to show your respect by dying first."
"We're strong and healthy. We can live a good while longer."
"Before you die, you can still shine and burn for the Dao Court."
"With