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I looked at the stone, furrowed my brow, and thought for a moment before immediately using the Gold-Transforming Pouch to scoop it into the bag. "This material should be enough to forge a decent divine weapon. I'll take it."
"How are you going to forge it? You? Once you make it, you'll probably turn into a spirit slave. By then, it'll be too late for regrets," the Heavenly Dao Orb mocked.
I couldn't be bothered to argue. As long as I made it, that would be the best way to shut him up.
I had long since grown accustomed to using the Gold-Transforming Pouch. The spirit-slave token from the Upper Realm did indeed possess its own gravitational pull, but fortunately, my Gold-Transforming Pouch could isolate everything. I controlled the forging with my mind, and before long, I had used Sunken Heaven Stone to split it apart and reforge it.
Not long afterward, I had forged the meteorite into eighty-one Spirit Slave Needle Disks.
Since the Spirit Slave Needles were controlled by a formation disk, it naturally contained all sorts of program runes, so calling it a needle disk wasn't wrong. After all, to prevent people from touching them, all the needles were hidden inside the disk. Only when controlled by secret arts would they fly out and injure someone.
I was already thoroughly confident in making treasures of this kind, so designing a fully formed treasure wasn't difficult.
Eighty-one Spirit Slave Needles were enough to control eighty-one spirit slaves.
Besides, their targets didn't necessarily have to be immortals. Magic beasts were everywhere in the depths of this outer region, and all of them had been infected by demonic energy and driven mad. I wouldn't feel the slightest psychological burden using the Spirit Slave Needle Disk on