Chapter 1471: Chapter 1471

Owen Bertram, holding two Human Sacred Items, had prepared Shell Coins and was glaring fiercely at Oswald. Should the negotiation fail, he would immediately assist Santa Predecessor in taking action.

Oswald, however, remained calm. He had experienced countless absurd negotiations throughout his life, and the current situation was not the worst he had encountered.

"No, I never engage in money-losing transactions. This avatar can only deal with adversaries from the Seventh Realm, so the tasks you assign to me must not exceed the abilities of the Seventh Realm. Moreover, I need to make preparations for my main body’s awakening, so I cannot always be at your service. If you have any tasks, notify me in advance. As for last-minute tasks, it depends on whether I have the time."

Santa snorted coldly and said, "You still can’t face reality! You still think you have the upper hand in Origin Resurgence. Take a look at me; I’m far ahead of you. Countless former acquaintances have already taken the lead in this hidden world, and you have no chance. Your wisest move now is to join us, work diligently, and hope that we will protect you after Origin Resurgence!"

Although Oswald knew that Santa was telling the truth, would he, as someone who had once been in the Ninth Great Realm, give up so easily? He shook his head stubbornly and said, "I have my own plans. This is my offer. If you do not accept it, we will display our strength and have a real fight!"

After some consideration, Santa said, "Fine. I want to place a spiritual seal on your avatar." He then conjured a Spirit Fire nest in his hand, which, when unfurled, looked like a fishing net woven from fire threads. It possessed the genuine power of the Tire-8 Realm.

Oswald was extremely vigilant, "Who are you, really? Let me see your true form first. How do I know you won’t use this as a trap and use this opportunity to obliterate my avatar?"

Santa’s flames transformed, and Oswald saw something. After being momentarily dumbfounded, he said, "So it’s you... Alright, I agree."

Oswald let go of all his power, allowing Santa to utilize the fire net to cover his avatar. With a flash of firelight, the fire net was absorbed into the avatar and disappeared without a trace.

The predecessor Santa nodded at Owen Bertram, "Give him a Communication Talisman. If you need anything, just command him directly."

Owen Bertram respectfully held out a Communication Talisman with both hands, a stark contrast to his previous fierce attitude when he was holding Human Sacred Items, "Predecessor, please accept this." Oswald smiled bitterly, "Now that I am of use to you, you immediately become polite." Owen Bertram gave a "simple-minded" smile.

Santa waved his hand, "Alright, we’ll leave first. As for your tomb..." He looked down and saw that the top of the tomb was almost dug through by Owen Bertram, "You can restore it yourself."

The predecessor Santa wrapped himself and Owen Bertram in surging flame clouds, ready to leave. Owen Bertram hurriedly called out, "There’s also a little girl."

A fire rope descended, pulling a bewildered Little Princess out of the Great River, still clutching seven or eight colorful leeches in her hand. When the Little Princess was about to be wrapped in the flame clouds, she suddenly remembered, "My mount!"

Another fire rope descended and also carried the Bear Demon away.

The Bear Demon was so scared that he clamped his lower body tightly, fearing that he would urinate in terror. What merit did he, a mere Tire-5 creature, have to experience the divine might of a Tire-8 expert?

Within the fire cloud, Santa Predecessor and Owen Bertram could talk without being overheard by Little Princess and Bear Demon.

"We can’t really fight with that fellow." Santa explained, deliberately testing Owen Bertram, "Can you guess why?"

Owen was no fool. He immediately taunted the predecessor, "Is it because even with my help, the predecessor would still lose?" Santa was so angry that he breathed fire from his seven orifices, and Owen quickly laughed, "I’m just joking. Don’t be upset, predecessor."

Owen became serious and pondered, "Is it because a battle between the Eighth Realms should not be initiated lightly?"

Santa was satisfied, "Exactly. The Eighth Major Realm—the Great Concealment Realm—requires hiding themselves from Heaven and Earth, avoiding the attention of the Heavenly Track.

Although the Eighth Major Realm may sound prestigious, there are many restrictions on its actions. It’s not a problem to use one’s ’power’ to crush lower realm cultivators, but when it comes to fighting with each other, they might be unable to hide.

If attention is drawn from the Heavenly Track, the consequences would be unimaginable, and it could lead directly to Heavenly Tribulation. There’s no need to discuss the outcome of facing Heavenly Tribulation without being in the Ninth Great Realm."

Owen inquired, "So, Tire-8 Magic Weapons don’t seem to have such restrictions?"

"Magic Weapons are different from cultivators. A Magic Weapon, even at its Tire-9 peak, cannot ascend by itself; it has to follow a cultivator." Santa predecessor said, "So for Tire-8 cultivators, they must have a Magic Treasure equivalent to their realm. If a battle with a cultivator of the same realm is inevitable, the Magic Weapon should be used for fighting, avoiding personal involvement as much as possible."

Owen nodded, "This means that, even if an Eighth Realm cultivator wins a battle, there’s no way to pursue and kill?"

If you force your opponent to fight to the death with all their strength, they will no longer care about "hiding."

Santa Predecessor nodded, "That’s right. In practice, the Great Concealment Realm is quite boring. However, the cultivators of this realm have long lifespans, so they usually spend their time hiding themselves and refining their Magic Treasures when they are free."