The Elemental Plane, the Abyssal Core.
The Mirror Demon stood silently before an ancient, round mirror of colored glass.
Interwoven mirror light revealed a blood-red sky. A vast bloodline aura seeped through the ancient mirror, bearing down like a mountain from the heavens.
He murmured, "A trap!! Or... an opportunity?"
The Mirror Demon had received the intelligence about the old warlock almost at the same time as the Mother of All Snakes, but he had not rushed to act.
Yuan had commandeered most of the Abyssal Will's authority, severely restricting information gathering and analysis. For now, the Mirror Demon could not determine whether someone had set this up.
For safety's sake, he should avoid unnecessary complications.
But a dragon corpse from another world!
The history of an ancient Lost Civilization!!
A magic plant that embodied the culmination of the bloodline path: the Formless Tree!!
The Warlock Alliance's most precious assets were all in the hands of a single old warlock at the Seventh-Ring Tier. How could he not be tempted?
Even setting aside the possibility of using otherworldly knowledge to reach the Ninth-Ring Tier, how much authority over the Abyssal Will could he obtain by offering up this wealth?
The unseen struggle between Yuan and Xu had yet to end. Whether the Black Tower won and the Heavenly Dao took shape, or the Abyss won and the Heaven Realm was established, the situation in the Elemental Plane would become utterly stable.
Forget resources for cultivating at the Eighth-Ring Tier-even supernatural energy would probably be restricted. Places in the Elemental Plane with supernatural energy would become Spirit Lands, and even Spirit Veins would struggle to gather enough supernatural energy for a breakthrough to the Seventh-Ring Tier.
If he wanted to continue cultivating, authority would become crucial.
Authority was power, knowledge, and