Ancient secrets were indeed fascinating, but they were still only secrets. Though this knowledge was highly useful, it took far too much time to sift through. This Obyrith demon had lived through countless ages, and its memories were simply too vast. Even Kostchtchie had only skimmed the tip of the iceberg after all these years.
Those memories were incomparably chaotic. Which parts Kostchtchie could access depended entirely on luck. Thus, although Kostchtchie had indeed uncovered quite a few valuable things over the years, most of what he found were merely trivial and useless memories.
So, no matter how enticing those memories were, Solam had no intention of wasting time on them. To truly master every memory of this Obyrith demon, he might have to remain here for tens of thousands of years.
Solam did not have that kind of time. What he needed now were quick gains—such as the Obyrith demon lord itself!
As a second-generation demon, the amount of divinity contained within an Obyrith demon was certainly no less than that of a powerful demon lord. Even though this Obyrith demon lord had been dead for so many years, that divinity still remained.
Perhaps Kostchtchie had considered doing the same. Demons were not known for their patience. Unfortunately, Kostchtchie could not kill the corpse before him! There were very few weapons in the entire multiverse capable of slaying gods. Generally speaking, once such a weapon appeared, the gods would join forces to destroy it. Even if they could not destroy it, they would do everything possible to seal it away, just like the amorphous divine artifact in Solam's hand.
Back then, the gods had paid the price of a powerful deity just to seal the amorphous divine artifact.
At last, Solam reached the deepest part of the Black Ice