Huang Xiao felt the powerful aura of Origin Flames washing over him. He had never experienced anything like it before.
Although he had seen all seven kinds of Origin Flames, they had mostly been mere traces hidden deep within the Seven Great Treasures, in exceedingly small quantities.
They had been nothing like the vast quantities of Origin Flames before him now.
However, Huang Xiao also understood that these quantities were vast only in comparison to the Origin Flame within his own Supreme Treasure.
Forging Divine Weapons would surely consume a considerable amount of Origin Flame.
Even the Zhu Family could not possibly afford to use them extravagantly.
"Senior, how much Origin Flame would it take to awaken my Saber Soul?" Huang Xiao asked with some curiosity.
The Zhu Family had chosen to stay in the Extreme Cold Mountains for the Origin Flames. Even if they had paid an enormous price, it was hardly his place to judge.
"At least a tenth," Zhu Qingquan said. "This old man means a tenth of each of the Seven Great Origin Flames."
"Ancestor, isn't that far too much?" One of the old men could not help speaking up urgently when he heard this.
"Yes, that would be enough to forge several Divine Weapons. Consuming so much Origin Flame just to revive a Saber Soul is too wasteful."
Huang Xiao's heart lurched as well.
The Hell Origin Flame nurtured within his Supreme Ghost Stele probably did not amount to even a fraction of a tenth of what was here. He had never expected awakening the Minghong Saber Soul to require such a vast quantity of Origin Flame. It far exceeded his imagination.
"What? Are you trying to make this old man go back on his word?" Zhu Qingquan asked coolly.
"We wouldn't dare," the two