Jacob's flaming eyes flickered with a hint of surprise when he saw the White Hexagon Compass, for he clearly rembered that it had seed to be the reason Whiteness had found him.
However, as he looked closely, he saw fine cracks on the hexagon compass's pristine surface. Nonetheless, it was still a treasure cherished by a Higher Law God, so it was a peerless treasure for Jacob. But he still has no idea how to use it.
At this mont, Jacob tried to probe it with his Soul Sense. But when his soul sense touched the hexagon compass, it instantly bounded back as if encountering an invisible wall.
Furthermore, the hexagon compass was being suppressed by the infinity space, yet his soul sense seed extrely weak, unable to penetrate its defenses despite its current state.
Since he can't probe it with his soul sense or acknowledge himself as its new owner yet, Jacob decided to use another thod. "I'm sending sothing in your way, try to analyze it." He sent a ntal command to Black chanic before the hexagon compass vanished from his sight.
Although he wasn't sure, even Black chanic, with its terrifying chanical abilities, could analyze this treasure; it was worth trying, as the compass couldn't can't escape or do anything harmful without Whiteness's control.
Then Jacob's focus shifted to the other two items. The first was the erald brocade box, which appeared to be an antique, yet the fluctuations it emitted were profound.
Furthermore, this treasure seed to be constantly trying to escape its confinent, but since its master had been utterly sealed, it greatly affected its own prowess, or it was probably sothing similar, since Jacob couldn't make a clear judgnt because of his lack of knowledge. However, this brocade box was clearly different from the hexagon compass, which didn't constantly try to resist him and only showed a vague intent.
Moreover, since Whiteness didn't have anything else on his person except for these three things, he was sure that this box might be so kind of spatial treasure of an unknown rank.
At this mont, sothing ca to mind as his eyes profoundly flickered, and he spoke coldly, "Now that your master has rendered useless, he won't be able to save you or take you back in this lifeti. However, I have no enmity against you; in fact, I appreciate sensible beings and won't make things difficult for you if you know your place. I know you are in there, artifact spirit! Show yourself!"
From his encounter with Soulless and the Temple of the Blazing Flas, he knows treasures beyond the rank of legendary seed to have their own spirits, especially treasures even beyond the Mythical Rank.
The mont Jacob's voice trailed off, the brocade box trembled again, and this ti the mysterious black brocade patterns on its erald surface shifted.
Jacob instantly felt that the box seed to be trying to resist him even more and break free from the confinent of the infinite space.
His eyes flickered sharply as he put more pressure on the box, completely suppressing its futile effort, and he spoke with killing intent, "Since you want to resist and remain loyal to your owner, I respect that. Furthermore, I also think that you thought of as so mortal trying to impeach the divine.
"However, I may not be able to do anything to you for now, but I don't an I won't in the future, because I have already achieved the impossible by sealing away your owner.
"So, if you still think I'm not qualified to have a conversation with you, then you can continue to resist, and once I have the ans, there will be no rcy for you, and I still have everything I want after I disembowel you piece by piece!"
Jacob didn't wait to see if there was really an artifact spirit hiding in that brocade box or not anymore because he knew one day he would be able to confirm it, and when that ti cos, he'll do exactly what he just declared.
Moreover, if he had an extensive amount of lifespan to spare, he didn't mind simply making a wish and wiping the artifact spirit's consciousness without any hesitation if it really existed.
As he was about to shift the brocade box into the infinity pedant's storage space, a feeble yet panicked voice, filled with unwillingness, cried, "W-wait!"
'There's really an Artifact Spirit!' Jacob halted, his eyes flickering with a hint of astonishnt before he returned to his calm self and spoke coldly, "So you're finally willing to show yourself."
The feeble voice sounded again, and its tone was filled with exasperation, "Y-you have to understand from my position! You are just a mortal, and I'm a Divine Artifact! How could I bring myself to talk with an insignificant…I an a humble mortal!"
"Yet, here we are…" Jacob said impassively, his voice filled with ridicule, because, in the end, no matter how arrogant this guy was, he still had to humble himself before absolute power.
The brocade box's pattern shifted inwardly as if showing so kind of emotion, probably embarrassnt, as the feeble voice spoke again, "Since you know what an artifact spirit is, you might know it's impossible to refine while Lord Whiteness's 'Divine Sigil' exists!"
"Lord Whiteness? Is that the na of this Void Mantis?" Jacob was secretly astounded as he impassively questioned, "And what is this Divine Sigil? Sothing like a Soul Totem Sigil?" "Hmph, humph!" The Artifact Spirit seed to be filled with disdain as it chided, "What Soul Totem Sigil!? It's like comparing dirt to sky! Lord Whiteness is a Higher Law God of an extrely noble origin, and his Divine Sigil isn't sothing ten Higher Law Gods could extinguish by working together!"
Jacob was again startled secretly because he wasn't expecting Whiteness to be so powerful among Higher Law Gods, and he knew exactly why that was the case.
But Jacob still seed to have greatly diminished Whiteness's strength, since he wasn't at his peak when he attacked him.
However, Jacob wasn't going to be polite with this arrogant artifact spirit as he coldly stated while emitting a terrifying pressure with Infinite Space help, "Well, it might be the case in the past, but don't forget that sa Higher Law God is right now tasting dust right at my feet!
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