Upon hearing this, the little girl abruptly looked up at him, but this time, she quickly lowered her head, learning to hide her emotions.
Seeing this, Zhu Haomiao’s lips curved upward, he reached out and gently tousled her hair.
Watching the little girl lower her head, with her hands on the ground, fiercely clenching her fists, her whole body trembling violently, feeling the stiffness in her limbs, Zhu Haomiao grinned with malevolent delight.
"Do you want to seek vengeance against me?"
The little girl shot her head up, opened her mouth to speak, but before a sound could come out, a nearby woman covered her mouth instantly.
"No! She doesn’t want to! Sir! She’s just a child, she doesn’t understand anything!"
"Let go, let her answer for herself."
Faced with the command of the boy in black, the woman, trembling with fear, loosened her grip, looking at her daughter with pleading eyes.
Bathed in her mother’s look of despair and helplessness, the little girl was silent for a moment; the word ’want’ just wouldn’t come out of her mouth, ultimately she could only lower her head, eyes dark and gloomy.
Seeing this, Zhu Haomiao knew the answer, and nodded mischievously.
"Very well, Hu Lan, I am a person who loves helping others. Since you want revenge, I shall give you a chance."
"From now on, stay by my side; you can strike at any time, but remember, you only have one chance..."
Upon hearing this, the little girl Hu Lan was stunned, raising her head in disbelief at the boy in black, and then the flames in her eyes began to roll and boil fiercely.
"You will regret this!"
With a contemptuous smile, Zhu Haomiao again patted the little girl’s head, turned leisurely, and walked away, dismissing this little episode altogether, before returning his gaze to the mountain of metal.
Strolling to the small mountain of metal, the boy in black looked up at the materials gathered from hundreds of miles around, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
It should be about enough...
Just as he was evaluating the materials, an ethereal and elegant figure appeared beside him, discreetly glanced at the centaur little girl not far away, and whispered.
"She bears the mark of the Heavenly Destiny."
"And yet, you still want to raise a tiger to cause trouble?"
Faced with Liu Ruyan’s question, Zhu Haomiao chuckled and glanced at her.
"Tiger? Just an angry little kitten..."
"Besides, [Da Zhen] needs a role model, one that unites the alien races..."
"Conquering the Golden Court is merely the first step to establishing dominance."
"On the vast steppe, there are countless large and small tribes; we can’t conquer them all one by one. We must set up a new banner for them to rally under voluntarily..."
"Spend a fortune to buy a skeleton, there’s no better material than her."
In a meaningful whisper, Zhu Haomiao suddenly remembered something, shifting the topic.
"Right, what’s this mountain called?"
Faced with the sudden inquiry, Liu Ruyan, unable to keep up with his erratic thoughts, was stunned for a second before answering.
"E Qi Na Se, in the Centaur language, means [Origin], [Sanctity]."
"Emmm... Too difficult to pronounce, from now on, it shall be called Langju Xushan."
Looking at Zhu Haomiao with an indescribable expression, Liu Ruyan couldn’t understand why he always liked to rename things.
Regardless of whether others liked it or not...
"Alright, withdraw everyone."
Waving his hand, Zhu Haomiao dismissed those around him, walking alone to the small mountain of metal, the invisible veil around him quietly dissipating in layers.
As he released the double seal, the boy’s "ordinary" form suddenly became imposing and awe-inspiring, like an infinitely expanding mountain, pressing so heavily that everyone present found it hard to breathe.
Aware that his unintentional aura alone was almost suffocating her, Hu Lan’s crystalline eyes trembled violently, a hint of despair irresistibly surfacing in her heart.
Is he truly someone she could kill?
In her mind, an illusory image of a God Demon with three heads and six arms involuntarily emerged. As Hu Lan recalled the images from the previous war, the nightmare-like [Asura King] Dharma Form shifted from illusion to reality, manifesting bit by bit in her vision.
Slowly widening her eyes, Hu Lan watched helplessly as the fierce Red Lotus Karma Fire rolled like a tidal wave, instantly covering the mountain of metal, the searing heat forcing her to constantly retreat until she barely stopped at the platform’s edge.
Only then did she realize her hair tips were already singed and curled, she was drenched in sweat, and the thick layer of snow around her was visibly melting, forming a trickling stream cascading down the mountain.
Staring at the dark silhouette standing at the heart of the sea of flames, the distorted, roiling air waves accentuated that silhouette’s sinister evilness, as if a demon had crawled up from the depths of Hell.
The feeling of helpless despair swiftly flashed in her heart, but Hu Lan quickly clenched her fist, regaining her composure, keeping her unblinking eyes fixed on the silhouette bathing in Karma Fire.
On the other side, Zhu Haomiao, with undistracted focus, watched the gradually melting mountain of metal, the scorching red heat reflecting in his eyes, vaguely revealing twisted, writhing golden threads.
Exerting Divine Power to its fullest, the [Asura King] Dharma Form, akin to a mountain, followed the will of its true form, six large hands maneuvering Magic Formulas, the massive semi-solid metal small mountain hovering aloft, accelerating its melt in the air.
It was as if a bright Little Sun blossomed above, amidst the glaring golden-red light, with various impurities being refined, leaving only a high-temperature, continuously writhing and transforming liquid metal "pond".
Almost simultaneously, on the golden throne of the Imperial City Jinluan Hall of [Da Zhen], tens of thousands of miles away, Zhao Nuo suddenly looked up, a delicate small cauldron in his arms vibrating fiercely, it shot out instantly, piercing through the great hall dome like an illusion, rapidly expanding in the sky, transforming into a grand giant cauldron spanning the sky, akin to a celestial body.
Numerous Divine Runes on the cauldron illuminated one by one, resonating and vibrating over a great distance.
At the peak of the snowy mountain tens of thousands of miles away, the liquid metal "pond" rippled and trembled, raising intense waves, and threads of living glyph-like Divine patterns writhed and surfaced, exuding a majestic and ancient aura.
Soon enough, the formless metal "pond" slowly transformed, gradually sketching a cauldron-shaped outline as heavy as a mountain.
Gazing at the gradually forming golden red giant tripod before him, Zhu Haomiao’s eyes were deep and profound, his mind penetrating illusion and reality, communicating with that mysterious National Treasure.
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, the sun and moon lost their light, a lightning streaked across the sky, and the entire world began to undergo a mysterious transformation.
Numerous delicate golden patterns spontaneously congealed in the air, writhing like tadpoles, slowly drifting into the colossal cauldron.
The originally vague outline of the giant cauldron’s surface revealed exquisite and magnificent patterns, gradually transforming into geometric designs like dragons, phoenixes, thunderclouds, and beast faces.