After deciding the outcome, Velin turned his attention to the twenty-eight people in the hall.
He carefully examined their souls. Compared to yesterday, they had indeed aged thirty years.
Beyond that, all twenty-eight souls showed varying degrees of decay, which had greatly shortened their lifespans.
They could originally have lived for a hundred years, but after spending thirty years cultivating inside the Vessel of Io, the decay of their souls left them with only fifty or sixty years to live.
Had he obtained this divine artifact when he was just starting out, he would have used it to train troops without hesitation. Even if he could not achieve the current rate of time acceleration, making time pass dozens or hundreds of times faster would still have allowed him to expand his forces rapidly.
Now, however, he would not do that.
He had no shortage of troops.
For the moment, he had no shortage of Legendary fighters either.
Although his forces were somewhat lacking in mid-tier strength, with proper management, the gifted individuals who had risen from humble beginnings and those who had come from elsewhere would surely fill those gaps in a few decades or a century.
As such, the Vessel of Io's greatest use to him was cultivating magic potions and low-tier magical beasts.
Blackhide Pork Pigs, the nonnative low-tier magical beasts he had acquired in a trade with Star Realm Mage Grey, had played a tremendous role in training his troops back then. Even now, they remained one of the army's most basic military supplies.
He had no shortage of high-tier transcendent supplies.
What he sorely lacked were low- and mid-tier transcendent supplies that reproduced and matured quickly and were easy to cultivate. After all, these directly determined the minimum strength of his army.
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