"I know you possess a measure of intelligence..."
Chen Changming looked at the Primordial Yin-Yang Mountain Fragment in his hand and said calmly, "Your master is dead now. If you are willing to submit to me, I can preserve your intelligence. Otherwise, when I refine a Primordial Yin-Yang Mountain replica in the future, I will erase your intelligence!"
His face was expressionless as he spoke, his tone mild, as though he were discussing some insignificant matter.
But at the words "erase your intelligence," the fragment in his palm visibly shuddered, and the black-and-red light on its surface abruptly contracted.
To Chen Changming, the intelligence within the Primordial Yin-Yang Mountain Fragment was something he could take or leave.
After all, apart from the Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain Fragment, none of the other great Spirit Mountain fragments he possessed had intelligence, yet he could refine them all the same.
In his view, preserving the Primordial Yin-Yang Mountain Fragment's intelligence would be ideal.
A replica refined from an intelligent Spirit Mountain fragment would be more responsive and more powerful. Moreover, if he could find sufficient materials in the future, it might even have the potential to transform further.
If he could not preserve it, that would make little difference to him. After all, he was only refining a replica.
Erasing its intelligence would save him worry and effort; the finished product would simply fall a little short.
Silence.
The fragment in his palm remained motionless, its light drawn in to the utmost, as though weighing the pros and cons.
Chen Changming was in no hurry either. He simply held it in his palm and waited quietly.
After a while, a strand of divine sense finally reached Chen Changming's ears, its voice faint and hesitant. "You can actually refine a Primordial Yin-Yang Mountain replica?"