In truth, this intuition was utterly absurd and unreasonable. No matter how one looked at it, the Sheji Cauldron was magnificent and grand, brimming with majesty. It was practically on par with the Human Dao Supreme Divine Artifacts of ancient legend, with the potential to evolve into a similar treasure in the future.
Those were righteous treasures among righteous treasures, utterly beyond comparison with any unorthodox or heretical path.
Yet Lu Hou'er's Demonic Nature stemmed from the inscription suppressing War God Xing Tian. It was inextricably linked to that ancient War God, and its power level was exceptionally high.
Precisely because of this, it could sense that beneath that sacred, magnificent, and vast power lay an enormous danger.
Perhaps familiarity was what allowed him to understand it!
Yet he kept his mouth shut. Instead, he eagerly anticipated Meng Zhao's next move, wishing Meng Zhao would rush forward as though he had never seen such a supreme treasure before and claim it for himself. Then there would be something entertaining to watch.
Lu Hou'er had seen things clearly as well. Meng Zhao's strength was simply too great, and his Trump Cards unfathomably deep. With him here, everyone present, Lu Hou'er included, could only be spectators. They had no chance to enter the fray, much less obtain this immense opportunity.
But if Meng Zhao were ambushed by the hidden danger within the Sheji Cauldron, it would give the others a chance.
This was exactly what Lu Hou'er wanted to see. How could he possibly warn Meng Zhao of the danger within?
Yet while he offered no warning, someone else did. Gan Mingfeng, his entire body covered in black cauldron patterns, walked to Meng Zhao's side and said with difficulty and gravity,
"Dragon King, the voice in my heart has sounded again. It