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"Senior, could it be that you are here for the artifact beneath Soul Beast Mountain?" Wei Chen asked respectfully, his tone calm.
The old man snorted, "Is there any other reason? Do you think that Supreme Being is a fool, traveling all this way just to compete with me in Mental Strength?"
"Senior, you and that powerful figure from the Ancient World... Forgive my bluntness, but he could easily overpower you in Warrior Realm without needing to compete in Mental Strength, right?" Wei Chen replied.
The old man sneered, "From the moment he appeared in the Demon Realm, he was locked onto by my Mental Strength. He couldn't even spare a moment to unleash his martial skills; if he let his guard down for an instant, I would turn him into a fool. Once locked by my Mental Strength, he can only compete with me in that regard. That's why I told you before, Mental Strength is the most powerful. In the face of strong Mental Strength, Warrior Realm is nothing. If your Mental Strength is strong enough, your opponent won't even have the chance to use their martial skills and will be killed instantly."
Upon hearing this, Wei Chen, along with Demon Lotus Emperor and Red Boy, pondered deeply. The old man's words had varying degrees of impact on them.
Mental Strength was often overlooked; in any Spatial Plane, few people valued its cultivation. Even in the Nine Immortal Realm, while there were many formidable individuals with strong Mental Strength, not many focused solely on cultivating it.
Before them stood an old man whose Warrior Realm was zero—he had no combat power at all. Yet his Mental Strength was overwhelmingly powerful; in his presence, Wei Chen and the others lacked even the courage to act. From the moment the old man appeared, their consciousnesses were locked onto by him, leaving them no desire to make a move.
The benefits of powerful Mental Strength were evident. The old man's Mental Strength shattered Wei Chen's understanding and gave him a deeper insight into cultivating it.
Seeing that Wei Chen and the others were moved, the old man continued, "Think about it: in countless Spatial Planes, cultivating Mental Strength is a shortcoming. Since you have the potential for improvement and possess the ability to cultivate Mental Strength, why not invest more effort into it? Especially you two; you should focus on cultivating Mental Strength instead of wasting time on Warrior Realm."
The old man fixed his gaze on Demon Lotus Emperor and Red Boy, his expression serious and solemn. Clearly, he held high hopes for them. Both Demon Lotus Emperor and Red Boy were Soul Bodies; cultivating Mental Strength would infinitely enhance their abilities.
However, he did not place as much emphasis on Wei Chen. After all, with Wei Chen's Ancient Bloodline and Demon Lotus Heart, cultivating Warrior Realm was easy for him and wouldn't take much time. He believed that Wei Chen wouldn't abandon his cultivation of Mental Strength; practicing both together would yield much better results.
Demon Lotus Emperor and Red Boy were greatly affected; they nodded slightly in initial agreement with the old man's suggestion. But what changes would occur later was uncertain for them. For instance, seeing Wei Chen condense Time Martial Soul and Spatial Martial Soul gave Demon Lotus Emperor a glimpse of becoming God-Level—would he give up his own opportunity?
Impossible. He could never abandon his cultivation of Three Souls and Seven Spirits. If it weren't for Wei Chen's example of success, he might have followed the old man's advice; but now that he had seen Wei Chen's "success story," giving up was out of the question.
It was only natural—seeing someone else succeed made one want to try as well.
The old man scrutinized Wei Chen with a somewhat strange gaze; even with his level of Mental Strength, he couldn't fully lock onto Wei Chen's Sea of Consciousness.
In this situation, the old man could not comprehend it. Even one of the strongest in the Ancient World had been completely locked onto by him, willing to give up his formidable combat power just to compete with the old man in terms of Mental Strength. But when it came to Wei Chen, he simply could not achieve that.
"Strange," the old man muttered. "What is going on with this child? His Mental Strength is clearly weak, yet I cannot lock onto his Sea of Consciousness? What is happening here?"
The old man was puzzled, his brows furrowed as he stared at Wei Chen, creating immense pressure on him.
Wei Chen could only awkwardly smile, not daring to say much.
"Fellow, aside from your Ancient Bloodline and Demon Lotus Heart, you should have something special as well, right?" the old man asked Wei Chen lightly.
Wei Chen frowned and replied, "Something special? Something comparable to the Ancient Bloodline and Demon Lotus Heart?"
"Exactly," the old man confirmed with a nod.
Wei Chen shook his head, confused. "Then I don't know."
He truly did not understand what the old man was referring to; there weren't many things that could be compared to the Ancient Bloodline and Demon Lotus Heart!
On him, there was almost nothing.
The old man couldn't figure it out either and temporarily set that topic aside. He looked at the Reprint in Red Boy's hands and said calmly, "The item at the foot of this mountain is one of the most bizarre among the Ten Great Artifacts of the Ancient World, known as the Refining Demon Pot. The last time a Supreme Being from the Ancient World came down, it was to seize the Refining Demon Pot. However, he failed and was repelled by me."
Upon hearing this, Wei Chen suddenly thought: wasn't this old man supposed to be dying? If he were gone and a powerful being from the Ancient World came again, who would be able to stop them?
"Senior, if you're no longer at Soul Beast Mountain when a powerful being from the Ancient World comes down again, won't that Refining Demon Pot be taken away?" Wei Chen expressed his concern.
He had heard of the Refining Demon Pot; the Demon Lotus Emperor had mentioned it before. Among the Ancient Ten Divine Artifacts, the Refining Demon Pot was indeed the most peculiar; it could refine souls of all things and nurture them as well. The presence of the Refining Demon Pot beneath Soul Beast Mountain provided a foundation for its formation, which made sense.
In the Ancient World, three artifacts were lost in the outside realm. Wei Chen possessed the Reprint, beneath Soul Beast Mountain lay the Refining Demon Pot, but the last artifact remained elusive. According to the Demon Lotus Emperor, another artifact, the Nuwa Stone, was in the hands of the Western Buddha in the Nine Immortal Realm.
Now, all Three Divine Artifacts were accounted for; they just needed a chance to return to the Ancient World. Wei Chen was likely to take the Reprint back, but it was clear that the Refining Demon Pot could not be taken away. As for the Nuwa Stone, it was held by the Western Buddha, and it seemed necessary to relay this information back so that someone from the Ancient World could retrieve it.
The Refining Demon Pot was as precious as the Reprint; it was just that their focuses differed.
In reality, among the Ten Divine Artifacts, each had its unique abilities and strengths, making it impossible to determine which was superior. In different hands, the power of these artifacts varied greatly. For instance, in Wei Chen's possession, the Reprint was not particularly effective at present; he lacked the capability to unlock more of its potential. The most powerful and domineering artifact among the Ten Divine Artifacts became merely a decorative piece in his hands.
Wei Chen felt no greed for the Refining Demon Pot beneath Soul Beast Mountain. However, since it belonged to a realm of demons, he naturally did not want it to be taken by others and felt some concern.
The old man cast a deep glance at Wei Chen and said calmly, "Actually, this is also something I worry about. During my last battle with that formidable opponent, he revealed that my lifespan is limited and nearing its end. I have lived far too long; it's time for me to go. I just cannot bear to see Soul Beast Mountain perish or witness those Soul Beasts lose their home."
A hint of sorrow appeared on the old man's face.
Soul Beast Mountain was where his essence resided; he could not bear to see it destroyed. If the Refining Demon Pot were taken away, Soul Beast Mountain would surely fall. The Soul Beasts would gradually disappear, turning against each other without any means to attract demon beasts' Soul Bodies anymore. Once the Soul Beasts were nearly wiped out, would those from the demon realm or members of the Black Magic Clan spare Soul Beast Mountain? At that point, no oath would hold any weight; Soul Beast Mountain would inevitably be stripped bare.
The Black Magic Clan had been eyeing Soul Beast Mountain for a long time.
The old man understood clearly that he was the greatest protector of Soul Beast Mountain, followed closely by those Soul Beasts. As long as he remained alive and well, there would be no issue with them. However, that Great Being from the Ancient World knew his time was short and would soon come again to seize the Refining Demon Pot. Without it, Soul Beast Mountain would be doomed.
Ultimately, someone needed to safeguard the Refining Demon Pot.
The old man's greatest fear was that it would be taken away.
Every time he thought about this possibility, his usually calm heart would be tossed into turmoil. Soul Beast Mountain was his only attachment; everything else meant little to him. Having lived such a long life with a light heart towards many matters, Soul Beast Mountain remained his sole burden.
Only by fulfilling this wish could he leave in peace; otherwise, he would never find rest in death.
Wei Chen, the Demon Lotus Emperor, and Red Boy fell into silence, unsure of what to say.
Comfort? The old man's mindset rendered any comfort useless.
They had no means to help the old man. After all, their strength was limited; they had the will but lacked the power.
The people of the Ancient World were weak at that level, comparable to the Dark Mage's strength. Among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the Ancient World, the strongest could destroy a Spatial Plane with a mere wave of their hand. Who could withstand that?
It was foreseeable that once the old man died, the Refining Demon Pot would be lost, and Soul Beast Mountain would be destroyed.
The old man sighed deeply and said, "Fellow, once I am gone, there will be no one to guard Soul Beast Mountain or the Refining Demon Pot. The people of the Ancient World will surely come. At that time, it may not only be Soul Beast Mountain that suffers; it could be your entire demon realm!"
"What do you mean by that?" Wei Chen asked urgently.
The old man replied calmly, "There are two scenarios. First, if that powerful being obtains the Refining Demon Pot and leaves without lingering in the demon realm, then there would be no threat to you. However, he won't take his time digging for it; he will likely strike with a single blow and destroy Soul Beast Mountain, creating a deep pit hundreds of miles wide. That would be a disaster for your Black Magic Clan as well; within tens of thousands of miles, it would trigger massive earthquakes. Just the shockwave alone would be enough to cause you great trouble."
"That is merely the lightest disaster. Perhaps if that powerful being suddenly feels displeased, he could obliterate your entire demon realm with a single strike. Although the Spatial Plane level of the demon realm is decent, it is utterly vulnerable before a Supreme Being from the Ancient World."
The old man looked at Wei Chen with a cold smile and continued, "Moreover, let me tell you that obtaining the Refining Demon Pot is not so easy. It has been free for millions of years and does not wish to return under the control of an Ancient World Powerhouse. When that time comes, the Refining Demon Pot will certainly resist. Although it will ultimately be tamed, a battle is inevitable during its resistance! At that point, your demon realm will still face devastation; it could even be directly destroyed by a powerful being from the Ancient World!"
"With a single charged strike, your demon realm will turn to ashes—every mountain and river within it, every person will become nothing but dust."
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