The words of the Sect Leader of the Saint Sect to Wang Jiu were not unfamiliar.
Even back in the Jiuzhou Era, he had encountered such problems.
"A blood sacrifice at the Sword Pool to forge a sword with the power of Jiuzhou? Are you out of your minds? You've all seen the blueprint. If the blood sacrifice ritual were to succeed, he'd become a monster comparable to the Demon Emperor! If he lost control, we'd be facing two Demon Emperors!"
"Do you really understand him? It's only been a few years since you first met, right? Such terrifying power, and you're willing to hand it over so boldly to someone you have only known for a few years?!"
"Even if it's only been a few years, you should know how peculiar he is. More like a monster than a person! A fiend born from the Sword Pool, completely devoid of humanity. Haven't enough humans died at his hands over the years?!"
"Do you not think Jiuzhou's calamities are enough? Hoping for such a demon to save Jiuzhou is a delusional poison!"
