Wang Yi looked at the dark red light constantly surging within the blue crystal before him. He knew full well that refining a Demon God's Natal Demonic Thought was extremely dangerous.
One careless mistake could damage his Mind Will.
However, his will had been stuck at the Saint limit for a long time. Constantly refining those Demon Spirits and tempering his mind had pushed his will to true perfection.
Continuing to refine Demon Spirits would be of no use.
Only Demon Gods could help him.
Wang Yi grinned. Since he wanted to take a shortcut, how could he expect not to take even the slightest risk? How could there be such a good deal in this world?
No longer hesitating, Wang Yi pressed the blue crystal against his forehead and extended his mind into it.
He had previously swallowed the Natal Demonic Thoughts of Demon Spirits directly, but... with a Demon God, he did not dare take such a risk. He had to be cautious.
"Arrogant!" The Three-Faced Demon God's cold voice rang out in his mind. "No matter how formidable you are, your Mind Will is still only that of a Saint Spirit. Do you dare compare a Saint Spirit to a Demon God in a purely mental clash? In this kind of pure battle of minds, all those powerful secret arts and techniques of yours are useless."
"I know I am weak right now, and that you are stronger than me." Wang Yi grinned. "That is why... I want to use you to cultivate."
"Hahaha..." The Three-Faced Demon God laughed loudly. "Then let me see what ability you possess that makes you so confident you can utter such boasts."
The Three-Faced Demon God's mind was like an endless, gloomy sea of blood.
Like a desolate wilderness in autumn