379 Law Seeds (2/2)
The same went for a Primal Law Seed! And although Ashara couldn't see through the Death Law Seed's concrete level, it at least reached Wielding! Throughout the Three Realms, how many dared boast Primal Law Wielding? Achieving Wielding in a Primal Law was enough to suppress a Higher Law Embodiment!
How did such items land in those trivial ants' hands? Were it not for his confidence in his eyesight, Ashara would have undoubtedly believed this a forgery!
Still, the elation within his eyes was promptly replaced by a surge of vigilance.
”How did you possibly get your hands on such items?”
There were only two kinds of Law Seeds, those condensed by cultivators and those naturally formed. In the first case, said cultivator could only produce one of which they retained full control. In the second one, they appeared from locations overflowing with the purest expression of the Laws.
If it were the first case, no matter how mighty, Ashara dared not receive those seeds. But there simply was no way the Mortal Realm could produce an expert able to Wield the Full Chthonian Cycle. Therefore, he intuitively leaned on the second option.
And indeed, Berken didn't disappoint him.
”Following the sacrifice of those one billion citizens, we unwittingly created a Death Zone. After several years of hurdles, we managed to obtain those seeds from the Death Zone's deepest recesses.”
Berken replied, easing Ashara's fears. Indeed, that was the only plausible answer. Therefore, Ashara probed no further.
”What do you want?”
He directly asked, knowing that those seeds couldn't be cheap. Although Merit was an effective way for obtaining boons, it wasn't necessarily cost effective. If the servants were able to put out something of interest for their infernal or celestial masters, better deals could be worked out.
Just like in this case.
”The best Blood Refining Tablet at your disposal, one hundred Minor God, and twenty-four True God corpses. Lineages and genders are irrelevant.”
Berken requested with his head facing the ground.
”BOLD!”
Ashara snarled in a feral outburst of anger.
”Humanity's greed really knows no limits. The events of the past didn't teach you any lesson. Did your brain get kicked by a donkey? How dare you request such a thing from This King?!”
Ashara bellowed. If the first item already was out of question, then the next two were akin to adding insult to injury. For a Legendary God such as himself, Minor Gods were nothing, and True Gods barely qualified as ants.
However, those still were God-Ants. The great majority of Infernal Gods came from noble houses. If not pureblooded demons, they were high-ranking fiends. As for True Gods, that was even worse. They all possessed at least Noble Demon Blood and were landed nobles in their own right.
Although their nobility titles were fairly low, landed nobles they still were. And who among them wasn't connected to higher existences? There were many ramifications to consider. Moreover, while before an Infernal King such as Ashara, True Gods would immediately drop on their knees and killing them heralded no consequence, how could Ashara lower himself to either slay deities or offer the corpses of his servants to a trivial worm?
Were it not for the Merit Stele standing between them, he would have already sentenced Berken to death!