More importantly, if he ventured into danger and entered.
Not only could he gain an oceanic amount of power, but he could also take this chance to probe deep into the core operating mechanism of the Demon Race's Myriad Spirits Forging Venerable Array. He might even turn it to his own use and plant a seed that could prove useful someday.
Almost the instant Huang Ya finished speaking, Gold Horn, Jiang Shu's incarnation, abruptly opened his Dragon Pupils.
There was no fear or hesitation in those golden vertical pupils. Every thought had become a disguise.
Even his voice took on an utterly suppressed, utterly pure scorching killing intent and greed.
The greed in his eyes was not merely a true reflection of his inner thoughts; it also perfectly suited his current identity as a member of the Dragon Race.
"Fine!"
Jiang Shu's will was like a sharp blade cleaving through the void, carrying an unshakable resolve as it viciously drove into the depths of Huang Ya's sea of consciousness.
"When I succeed and emerge from seclusion, the first thing I will do is head to the Human Race front lines, take Jiang Tai Xuan's head, and make him the first sacrifice for me, Gold Horn, to establish my might beneath the heavens!"
His voice was cold and feverish, perfectly matching a Dragon Race prodigy whose towering ambition had erupted beneath immense temptation and pressure.
"Good, good, good!"
Three divine thoughts from Huang Ya exploded one after another within Jiang Shu's mind, and his ecstatic delight nearly broke through his disguise.
Within that withered body, even his blood qi, stagnant as dead water, churned violently!
"With such lofty ambition, Young Lord Golden Horn is the fortune of the Demon Race! The fortune of the Imperial Palace!"
"Since that is so, the