"...Didn't you hear what I said earlier? A high-level existence has set its sights on you, yet you still want to provoke it?"
"Risk and opportunity go hand in hand. Can you help me, Senior Hastur? Aren't you the strongest deity in the Old World?" Yu Jing once again put his gift for persuasion to work.
Hastur shamelessly picked up the thread. "You're right. I am indeed the strongest! I, King in Yellow Hastur, am the strongest god of the Old World. But I'm currently trapped in the deepest prison in the universe, so every action I take is extremely troublesome."
"If I can reach Entry-level in the Formless Chaos Heart Codex a little faster, it'll benefit everyone, won't it? Just give me an answer—are you willing to help... or are you afraid of the main body behind these murky tentacles?"
The true content of the Formless Chaos Heart Codex lay in the Formless Demonic Art. It was similar to internal energy, using Formless Chaos as its energy source to develop all kinds of abnormal techniques.
Before beginning formal study, the learner's body had to contain a sufficient amount of Formless Chaos.
At present, Yu Jing had not even reached one-tenth of that requirement.
Moreover, the efficiency of converting Hastur's Yellow Robe Chaos into Formless Chaos was extremely low. If he sought steady progress, no one knew when he would meet the basic requirements for Entry-level study.
Wealth and honor were sought through danger. It was a simple principle.
"Afraid? I, Hastur, have never feared anyone... I'm willing to help. Do you still have the Yellow Robe fragment I gave you during the competition?"
"I do!" Joy appeared on Yu Jing's face as his negotiating skills once again proved effective.
"Have your little girlfriend leave. Surveillance is relatively lax today.