This feeling was actually quite absurd, with no basis to it, no concrete data or facts to support it. It was purely an instinct buried deep within Meng Zhao's heart.
Yet Meng Zhao trusted this instinct immensely, because he knew full well that he was absolutely different from ordinary people.
First, his martial cultivation was profound. He had entered the Grandmaster Realm and comprehended Worldly Power. Moreover, having lived two lives, his soul foundation was unparalleled, his talent extraordinarily deep, and his spiritual sensitivity naturally astonishing.
Second, he had already awakened the Purple Origin Dragon Body, a physique comparable to a Supreme Physique. Physiques were mysterious; mystery was extraordinary; and what was extraordinary could not be judged by common sense. Sometimes, instinct was even more accurate than what the eyes saw or the ears heard.
For these two reasons, Meng Zhao decided that, before uncovering the reason why, he absolutely could not use the evil weapon Evil Calamity. Once he did, matters that had originally remained under his control might very well slip from his grasp.
An accident was called an accident precisely because it was filled with the unexpected—and that was what Meng Zhao disliked most.
In truth, Meng Zhao had also vaguely guessed that his evil weapon, Evil Calamity, had been born from the workings of heaven and earth and countless Serendipitous Encounters. It possessed terrifying potential, evil among evils, demon among demons.
And within Lishou Mountain, demons and monsters were everywhere. There was even the head of War God Xing Tian from the Ancient Times. Who knew whether some mysterious and formidable force might seek to seize or destroy Evil Calamity, triggering an unforeseen disaster?
Of course, even without using Evil Calamity, Meng Zhao still had more than enough methods to resolve—or rather, alleviate—the threat posed by