To be honest, many clever people would not be easily lured by mere words. Empty promises were something some believed and others did not—and the clever ones were certainly more often the latter.
Yet Meng Zhao knew that the evil weapon's will was not making empty promises this time. Many things, so long as he was willing, so long as he desired them, could be obtained with ease, allowing him to step into a realm he had never even dared imagine before.
A thousand years of cultivation were not worth a single night of becoming a demon—this was the principle. So long as Meng Zhao was willing to enter the demonic path and become evil, with the evil weapon's support, his martial arts would rise at an unimaginable speed until he became the foremost person in the world.
For an ordinary person, such as Su Hongtu with the evil weapon entering his body, it would never be so terrifying. But Meng Zhao was different from ordinary men. He possessed the Purple Origin Dragon Body, as well as the Heaven-Illuminating Divine Mirror, Emperor Yu Battle Armor, and the support of many Divine Skills and Techniques. If he entered the demonic path and followed the Demonic Path, the harm he could cause would be a thousand, ten thousand times that of an ordinary person. He might even become the greatest demon lord since the Near Ancient Times, ravaging the world.
For one brief instant, Meng Zhao truly was tempted. He did not care overly much for distinctions between righteousness and evil, nor was he someone brimming with righteous vigor.
There was no righteousness or evil in the Dao. So long as one could reach the ultimate realm of martial arts, which path one took was not truly important.
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