"Was this all the governor's scheme?"
Mu Sigui felt as though he were dreaming. Before his eyes, Demon Corpses the size of small mountains were seized by some giant invisible hand and hurled straight into the Demon Transformation Cauldron.
This Cauldron Artifact, only as tall as two men, effortlessly swallowed colossal corpses a thousand times its own volume. It even seemed somewhat insatiable—countless Demon Corpses went in without a single one resurfacing.
With a gurgling roar, it spewed black smoke. Demonic Energy burned away, impurities were tempered out, and pillar after pillar of blackness rose into the sky.
If it could merely suppress Demon Corpses and refine their Demonic Energy, that would already have been an unexpected delight.
Mu Sigui knew well that the corpses left behind by demons spread poison without end. They could not simply be discarded, lest they contaminate drinking water and poison the land and its people.
Even wild beasts that licked Demon Blood or ate grass tainted by Demonic Energy stood a great chance of becoming demonized, turning into new members of the Demon Race.
With no other choice, they had established Corpse Piling Grounds, suppressing the Demonic Energy to prevent it from leaking out, then slowly wearing it down and dissolving it with the power of the Nine Cauldrons across the land.
The appearance of the Demon Transformation Cauldron had shortened this process by countless times, accelerating a process that would take tens of millions of years at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"With this cauldron, a weight has been lifted from Great Prince's heart!"
At this point, Mu Sigui had yet to realize what truly made the Demon Transformation Cauldron formidable.
He merely thought that its ability to refine Demon Corpses and eliminate the hidden danger of their poison polluting the