Wang Daoyuan was overjoyed. The artifact spirit had finally spoken.
To subdue an artifact spirit, he was not afraid of a bad temper; he was only afraid of a stuffy gourd that refused to speak no matter what.
If it kept silent, he had no time to slowly wear it down.
Wang Daoyuan smiled. "How I survived until now is none of your concern. Even after another hundred thousand years, I will not die. I'd like to see how much longer you can hold out. Will you pledge allegiance now, or wait until you fall to the fourth order?"
The artifact spirit remained silent for a long while before speaking. "Boy, don't push people too far.
"Though I lack spiritual power, I can still wield strength comparable to an Early Soul Transformation cultivator.
"Killing a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator like you would not take much effort."
Wang Daoyuan's Nascent Soul revealed a disdainful expression. "Back in Ziwei Hall, you were nearly at the peak of the sixth order, while I had only just entered the Nascent Soul realm.
"Even then, I could deal with you. Now, it is even less of a problem.
"If a Deity Transformation Cultivator were controlling you, you truly could kill me.
"But without a Deity Transformation Cultivator controlling you, you should save your breath. Do you really think I know nothing?
"An ownerless magic tool's artifact spirit cannot unleash all of its own power.
"I can subdue you without even using spirit pearls."
The artifact spirit seemed to have been struck where it hurt and revealed itself.
An old man with a head full of white hair and a black robe appeared atop the cauldron.
"I was once a seventh-order magic tool. Even if I am not your match, don't dream of doing anything