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But my appearance was destined to stir the winds and clouds of the Vaulting Heaven, so worrying about whether anyone saw me was nothing more than needless overthinking. Rather than care about other people's opinions, I might as well make them accept my existence.
There was no limit to how much Cursed Spirit Ore could be mined, and as long as they dug it out, they could split the proceeds fifty-fifty. Thus, after the greater and lesser demons accepted my terms, they began mining day and night, all afraid that if they worked too slowly, the shares would be taken by other great demon factions.
After all, with the White Flood Dragon dead, the time of heroes vying for supremacy was about to begin. Whoever had more resources would gain an extra measure of strength in the struggle for dominance. Even the great demons personally joined the work. The entire mine looked enormous, but its resources were not endless. In just a few days, they had already dug the mountaintop beneath the water.
The lake was rich in Cursed Spirit Ore, but it was still ore, and required immense effort for even a sliver of gain. Thus, after the initial mad rush, the work gradually became more organized. One group rested while another continued to toil, and the pace slowly dropped.
I had patience to spare. Whether cursed spirit power or spirit arts, both needed to be consolidated. If I was always temporarily simulating and converting spirit arts equivalent to those I had used before, that would be far too perfunctory, and I might not be able to keep up with the standards of the Vaulting Heaven when facing enemies.
After all, the finest spells on Earth back then were actually nothing more than ordinary spirit arts here. That