The Evil Pot, having been formed from an emanation of the Primordial Demonic Qi, naturally had complete control over it.
Thus, when Sun Wukong imprisoned people inside it, and after the Evil Pot refined them, the Primordial Demonic Qi could absorb the mana of those refined within it. That’s why there was no loss after it devoured the Black Robe Supreme’s mana just now.
Moreover, the power of the Evil Pot was far from being limited to just this.
Sun Wukong’s mana was insufficient; he activated less than one-tenth of its potential power.
If he could fully activate the Evil Pot, even a Supreme being could easily be captured inside.
Of course, that would require greater strength.
With Sun Wukong’s current mana, it was unachievable.
Moreover, the black Evil Pot was not forged to deal with Supremes; it had a far greater purpose.
Sun Wukong immediately asked, "A greater purpose? What is it? To combat The Three Pure Ones?"
The Primordial Demonic Qi gave no response.
Sun Wukong was not in a hurry. He had gained some understanding of the Evil Pot and felt more confident.
Even if he wasn’t completely sure he could trap a Supreme within it, possessing the Evil Pot gave him considerable confidence when facing a Supreme.
The Evil Pot was indeed a valuable item.
If his power were to rise to the Supreme level, it would be remarkably useful for killing Supremes.
As for what the greater purpose was, Sun Wukong didn’t care anymore.
His current enemies were the Supremes.
"By the way, it’s said that the owner of this pot doesn’t live long. Is that true or false? Will it affect me?"
Sun Wukong finally asked another question.
The Primordial Demonic Qi responded to him this time.
If Sun Wukong could withstand even it, then the bit of curse power from the Evil Pot was like a piece of cake to him.
Thus, Sun Wukong didn’t need to worry at all; there would be no impact on him whatsoever.
Sun Wukong suddenly had an epiphany. He began to understand what the ominous fate of the Evil Pot’s previous owner meant.
It was probably like the Primordial Demonic Qi, where various forms of Heart Demons affected the owner’s Dao Heart.
But Sun Wukong was not even afraid of the influence of the Primordial Demonic Qi, so the impact of the Evil Pot was indeed nothing to worry about.
Knowing all of this, Sun Wukong rested easy and healed his wounds.
When Sun Wukong opened his eyes again, a figure stood before him, causing him to jump in surprise.
Sun Wukong’s mind stirred as he recognized the person’s identity.
The visitor was the Water God, and he now understood why he hadn’t sensed her arrival.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t sense her; it was mainly because the Water God bore no malice, and therefore, Sun Wukong didn’t detect her.
If she had come with killing intent, he would have definitely been woken up immediately.
Sun Wukong asked with a smile, "How come the Water God has suddenly thought to seek out Old Sun? And to suddenly appear in my room, if someone saw this, they might misunderstand, which wouldn’t be good for the Water God’s reputation."
The Water God’s eyes, cool as autumn water, fell upon Sun Wukong. She smiled lightly and said, "If I could start a scandal with the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, it wouldn’t be a bad thing. With the fame of the Great Sage, I wouldn’t need to worry about others laying a hand on me."
Hearing the Water God’s words, Sun Wukong smiled faintly and asked, "What does the Water God seek from Old Sun? Let’s not talk about those jokes."
The Water God smiled, saying, "I have a favor to ask of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven."
"We share no acquaintance."
The Water God stretched out her fair, delicate hand, her face blooming with a serene smile.
Sun Wukong was dumbfounded. Is this how it’s done?
Seeking friendship only when one needs something? How was it any different from embracing Buddha’s feet in desperation?
Moreover, to be so brazen about it. Are all Supremes this shameless?
He didn’t take her tender hand but instead said, "There’s no need for that, Water God. Just state your purpose directly."
"Help me find the Fire God," the Water God said in a grave tone.
A trace of coldness flashed in her eyes.
If she could be resurrected, then so could the Fire God; he must already be back to life.
Sun Wukong was slightly taken aback. The Fire God? Zhurong?
"Which Fire God?" Sun Wukong asked.
It certainly wasn’t Zhurong; he was the son of Zhuanxu, named Li.
The Fire God of the Primordial age couldn’t possibly be Zhurong.
"Yinghuo, or Ancestral Fire. He plotted against me back then. We agreed to a duel, yet he called several Supremes to ambush me, leading to my downfall. I ask the Great Sage to help me find Yinghuo," the Water God expressed with deep hatred.
Yinghuo, Ancestral Fire?
"Are you certain he has been resurrected along with the Ancient Gods and Devils? Or to put it another way, during the Primordial age, did Yinghuo truly perish?" Sun Wukong countered.
The Water God was slightly startled.
She had herself been killed and thus subconsciously believed that most of the ancient Supreme beings from the Primordial age were also buried.
Upon hearing Sun Wukong’s question, the Water God realized something was amiss.
Given Yinghuo’s cunning, it was hard to say whether he had really died.
Not all Supreme beings from the Primordial age had perished.
Take the Eastern King, for example; he had always hidden himself well and lived through to this era.
Then there’s Zhenyuan – although not a Supreme, he had also lived for aeons.
Not to mention the Haotian God, as well as Emperor Jun and Tai Yi of the Eastern Emperor, each one a deity from the dawn of time.
Would it be strange if Yinghuo had survived?
The Water God looked at Sun Wukong with a trace of gratitude in her eyes.
"Moreover, even if he were resurrected, do you think he’ll reveal himself as you have, considering how sneaky you say he is? Cautious people are more likely to observe a while longer, fully understand the situation between heaven and earth, or choose to hide completely, fading from the sight of all gods."