Evan Chu didn’t tell anyone the real nature of his method; he just used the excuse of the Starry Void Sigil and Star-Seal Throne, saying he’d comprehended some unusual techniques.
In short, it meant that a huge amount of energy could be absorbed by one person in a short time—about thirty percent of it, while the other seventy percent would naturally disappear. As for why it vanished, or where it ended up, Evan didn’t explain.
Ninefold Stellar Transformation, Ninefold Profound-Meaning Power, and the Ninefold Sacred Emperor’s inheritance—other than Violet Thunder, absolutely no third person could know about these.
Now, Evan Chu waved his hand lightly, and the Star Gate linking the outside world to the second floor of the Seven-Star Golden Tower instantly opened.
“I’ve already thrown in every Starstone I own, all my resources, and even a few powerful Star Crystals. I have no idea how much these forces will help you, but I believe that once you enter, everyone will experience a huge breakthrough!”
As Evan opened the Star Gate, a surge of overwhelming energy poured out, startling everyone. Night Wuming and Liam Savage nearly rushed in on impulse, but Desmond Mansfield stepped forward and roared,
“Hold on!”
Everyone froze. Even Evan was confused, “Why?”
Desmond Mansfield looked at Evan, then said, “I don’t know exactly how your method works, but from your hints I can tell—this technique brings endless benefits, but I’m guessing the cost is pretty terrifying, right?
If that’s the case, shouldn’t we use our limited power on those who’ll benefit most?
As soon as Desmond said this, even Nathan Yates and Lance Li looked unhappy. What did he mean—was it useless for them to break through another realm?
Desmond knew he’d just offended a bunch of people. Night Wuming and Liam Savage were already looking at him differently.
But Evan instantly understood, since he knew better than anyone how this worked—he just hadn’t expected Desmond to figure it out so fast.
"So you mean, for those above the Holy Emperor Realm, even absorbing tons of energy is like throwing mud into the sea—it barely helps? For people at their level, just boosting raw cultivation before the coming war doesn’t matter much, unless they can absorb high-grade stars?
And the weaker someone’s realm, the more they’ll gain from this energy, right? The lower the realm, the bigger the effect?
Desmond nodded vigorously. "That’s exactly it!"
Think about it: is it better to use one cake to push a single early Holy Emperor up to mid Holy Emperor, or to raise a hundred Saints to peak late Saint Lord? Especially with armies this huge!
“So the Vice Hall Master really thought it through—no wonder you’re the Mansfield Family’s most outstanding heir! I’m impressed!”
Night Wuming’s face flushed, then he felt deeply embarrassed. Nathan Yates, Lance Li, Liam Savage, and the others all apologized one after another.
Exactly! In a life-or-death crisis, you have to put the greater good first—doing this will obviously bring the most benefit!
And there’s another point: since Starstones and Star Crystals are limited, we have to pick soldiers with the best bones, strongest talent, and youngest age for the energy baptism. That way, we avoid pointless waste. Of course, I trust Hall Master Chu won’t play favorites—after the war, this method can quickly spread through all of Dragon-Chen. As long as someone belongs to Dragon-Chen and we have enough resources, everyone will get a chance at this energy baptism!
Of course, everyone’s mindset matters too. If someone’s heart isn’t steady, they’ll grow inner demons—and that’s bad news for anyone.
Desmond’s thorough reasoning didn’t just keep everyone satisfied—it actually made them feel reassured.
With Evan Chu and Desmond Mansfield here, everyone believed that even when facing Frostbane’s nearly invincible Grand Army, maybe they really did have a chance? No—make that a real shot at victory!
“Alright, in that case, let’s pick our people fast. And to maximize our gains, we shouldn’t care about pride—let’s beg, borrow, or buy Starstones from Star-Treasure Pavilion, even on credit or by any means necessary. The more Starstones, the better—even if we end up buried in debt! How we pay it back, that’s a problem for the future!”
“You can count on me, Hall Master Chu. As for the Flowing-Light Dynasty, we’ll give everything we’ve got to support this war!”
Night Wuming wasn’t stupid. What does life-and-death mean? It’s either you die, or I do! If you try to hold back now, if you don’t go all out, then when Evan Chu falls, Flowing-Light is finished too. Sure, the dynasty itself might survive, but Night Wuming and his clique definitely won’t—Holden Hong will prop up a puppet and take control, and that’s the last thing Night Wuming wants. If he knew that was coming, he’d die with regrets!
So now, the Flowing-Light Dynasty really was scraping itself clean—even the private savings of every Holy Emperor and Throne were thrown in.
As for the Dragon-Chen Hall side, they’d already emptied their coffers—everything sold, everything plundered, tributes from minor factions, plus the Mansfield Family’s and Savage Brotherhood’s own solid resource backing.
Plus, the gifts from the last two weddings were all put to use now.
Liam Savage, Lance Li, and Nathan Yates—these Holy Emperor powerhouses personally led the selection process in Dragon-Chen Legion, Dark Legion, and Wan-Xiong Legion, picking the most determined, talented, and loyal deputy generals, commanders, and young geniuses for the first wave of baptisms.
With every last resource thrown in, a total of four hundred thousand elites filed through the Star Gate into the second floor of the Seven-Star Golden Tower. Evan Chu’s face flushed—he almost couldn’t hold it together, nearly bursting from the strain. Turns out even this method has its limits!
But soon, once Evan’s Profound-Meaning Will started circulating inside the Seven-Star Golden Tower, he felt much better. Not only did all four hundred thousand soldiers begin rapid breakthroughs, but Evan himself gained all kinds of new insights.
Even though he was always cultivating, in terms of subjective time, Evan had actually spent tens of thousands of years inside. In the Star-Light Reversal field, he even grasped power-laws he’d never understood before.
At that moment, Evan had no idea—the Heavenly Dao’s traces seemed to be subtly shifting, all because of these small actions.
While Evan was inside, Desmond Mansfield took charge of everything outside. On one side he ordered all sharp-eyed Holy Emperors to keep screening the three legions and Flowing-Light Dynasty for more elites, while on the other he sent small teams to hit every merchant, sect, and minor dynasty—buying, borrowing, or even seizing every Starstone resource they could find!
It really was a case of ‘eyebrows already on fire’—things were that urgent. Otherwise, nobody would be this desperate. Of course, their biggest backer was still Star-Treasure Pavilion, who’d already promised to support Dragon-Chen Hall.