The Heavenly Demon Palace Lord had always regarded Meng Zhao as his greatest rival—even enemy. As for Zhu Shisan, the Demon Master's Successor, who appeared so formidable and well-grounded, perhaps because he had hidden away for too long and his brain no longer worked properly, the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord did not take him seriously.
Having made his decision, Zhu Shisan acted cleanly and decisively. He took a palm-sized little figure from his robes and tossed it into the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord's hand.
The Heavenly Demon Palace Lord examined it. This Mechanical Martial Saint was indeed a palm-sized little figure. Though its body was whole, its face was utterly blank. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, with the texture and temperature of ordinary human skin. At first touch, it truly felt like stroking a living person rather than a cold, lifeless mechanism.
The Heavenly Demon Palace Lord could not help but praise it.
"Truly a fine treasure. This Mechanical Martial Saint was said to have been created in the Medieval Era by a martial artist who had mastered the art of mechanisms. At its peak, it could be refined into an external incarnation, and that incarnation's cultivation could even surpass the original body's. It truly has some skill."
The Heavenly Demon Palace Lord possessed an exceedingly rich foundation. He had inherited the Heavenly Demon Palace and all the reserves accumulated over its endless, ancient years. His standards were far from ordinary. Yet, truth be told, this Mechanical Martial Saint was precisely the piece missing from his treasury.
By the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord's own calculations, once this Mechanical Martial Saint was awakened, it could at least wield seventy percent—perhaps even eighty percent—of his own strength. That was already an extraordinary achievement.
Zhu Shisan appeared solemn, his expression