The moment Monk Cheng Kong considered this possibility, his scalp went numb. What kind of Evil Artifact was this, to be so wicked? So many methods, so many trump cards, such a long span of time—and none of it could change anything?
And if the Sheji Cauldron had not achieved full success, would this trip of theirs not end in vain as well?
According to Monk Cheng Kong's thinking, if the Sarira was still needed to purify the evil demon, then he could not disregard the wishes of his sect's ancestral masters for his own selfish gain and insist on taking the Sarira for himself.
Monk Cheng Kong was hardly the only one left thunderstruck; everyone else was the same, except for Third Young Master Bai.
He had come to Lishou Mountain and the Town Evil Golden Hall precisely for the so-called Goguryeo Evil Artifact and the vicious, sinister aura hidden within it. With the incomplete remnant of the Blood Sacrifice Diagram, the ultimate art left behind by Bai Qi, the God of War and Human Butcher of the Middle Ages, he could make perfect use of the Evil Artifact, transforming it into his own foundation and strength. In truth, he had been eagerly hoping for a situation like this.
Thus, once he understood Meng Zhao's words, his eyes flashed and he clenched his fists in excitement.
Still, he knew that Meng Zhao held control over the entire situation. He absolutely could not act rashly, or disaster would surely follow.
"Dragon King, if this Sheji Cauldron is to achieve complete success, what should we do? Must we forcibly suppress it?"
Gan Mingfeng was actually rather excited, harboring a secret, trouble-loving desire to watch the spectacle. If Meng Zhao could fight the Sheji Cauldron, that would truly be something worth seeing.