The Missing Foundation

Jinhua Pool's water level had dropped by one ten-thousandth. After all, it had accumulated over countless eras; even forging a weapon for a Fengwang wouldn't lower the water level. Yet King Ao and Venerable Chun both seemed utterly unconcerned.

Guen spoke first. "I won't hide it from you: this will take a lot more time. I'm afraid I'll need a great deal of Mi-Hui Mercury, too."

"That's fine. Forging the weapon is what matters. If this pool of Mi-Hui Mercury isn't enough, there are several more we can draw from." King Ao smiled. "What materials do you need?"

The fact that Guen had taken Venerable Song Island as his master was no secret, but King Ao had misunderstood. Guen wasn't forging anything; he was restarting the natural gestation process.

Jichen Peak had no limit, but its ability to absorb any single substance did. At most, a third of the Mi-Hui Mercury in this pool would be enough to reach the Immortal Level limit. Only a Venerable needed more. Danchan, a Universe Venerable, needed an absurdly huge quantity of high-grade materials, and this pool was nowhere near enough.

This was also the Silver Crown Dragon Clan's predicament. Their Silver Dust Starfield was already many times larger than the Pantheon in area, yet the results were worlds apart.

One could gestate treasures, while the other could only produce Mi-Hui Mercury. To forge a treasure with this material as the primary ingredient, even one Jinhua Pool wasn't nearly enough. They could only pile on more and more, and the results were still worlds apart.

This only made the God Lord's terrifying power—or, rather, the Pantheon's extraordinary nature—stand out all the more. Despite so many ages without anyone overseeing it, the Pantheon still steadily produced treasures.

"I'll remember this kindness," Guen said solemnly.

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