If, after observing the mirror world for so long, Jiang Wang still could not understand the threat posed by these Celestial Demon Seeds, then he would truly have failed the title of Prodigy.
Though his various responses had already been flawless, from the very beginning, he had never expected to escape immediately.
After the plan to assassinate Zhu Lanruo had miscarried, his attention had already shifted to the Celestial Demon Dharma Altar.
Killing Yang Yu was certainly crucial. If Yang Yu was not killed, the Hearing Bell might even have rebelled.
But fighting Mouse Garan afterward, repelling Ling Xihua, twisting east and turning west—all of it had merely been to draw out the attacks of these Demon Kings, so that the result of his igniting the Celestial Demon Dharma Altar would not be affected.
Earlier, while these Celestial Demon Seeds fought and scrambled against one another, he had watched coldly from the mirror world and seen more clearly than anyone else.
He understood that the bronze cauldron of the Celestial Demon Dharma Altar was bound to conceal some secret. At the very least, Lu Qilang had remained fixated on that spark deep within the black ash, and the giant ape divine manifestation transformed from Yuan Mengji had also charged toward it.
Though he could not know everything, and did not know what exactly certain factions in the Demon Realm had arranged around this Celestial Demon Dharma Altar, as a member of the Human Race, he could not go wrong by destroying it.
How was he to destroy it?
The Celestial Demon Dharma Altar was already half ruined. Even the giant ape divine manifestation had failed to smash it apart; he would find it difficult to do so as well.
But that faint, indistinct spark presumably had to be kindled at