A voice sounded in the darkness as Arya, who was currently inside the eighth cave, asked, "What about the energy source? What will you do by collecting it? You don''t have a physical body, so it''s of no use to you, right?"


    The beast replied, "Of course, I am not going to take it for myself, but it is for you. Isn''t that obvious? That is the thing I am giving you so that you will accept my request when you are strong enough. Don''t tell me you thought I brought you here just because of those few drops of blood."


    Arya frowned. "That''s for me, but isn''t it a high-level beast''s energy source? That means it must be of a high rank, right?"


    The beast chuckled. "I know what you''re trying to say, but don''t worry. You won''t be absorbing it at Level 30 or 40. I will store it inside my space so that you can absorb it when you are ready. From what I can see, you are also balancing your two elements, which is good and necessary. By the order of your Seed Stone, you need to wait until you reach Level 50 or even 70 before you can think about having it."


    Arya''s eyes narrowed slightly. "Level 50 or 70… That means the energy source—or the Seed Stone of this ''brother'' of yours—must be of quite high quality, right?"


    The beast smirked. "Of course."


    Trying his luck, Arya asked again. "How high? Can you tell?"


    The beast looked at his curious expression and gave him an amused smile. "You will know when we reach the location and retrieve it."


    Arya sighed. "I knew it…" Looking ahead, he muttered to himself, "I knew I would get this answer if I showed too much interest and asked."


    He then inquired, "So we have to follow the path from its legs to its chest area?"


    "Yes." The beast confirmed.


    "And how far is it in minutes? Is there anything I need to be cautious about?" Arya continued.


    The beast thought for a moment before answering. "Well… I wouldn''t say you don''t have to be cautious at all. Normally, following this path would take around ten minutes. But with your current speed, it will take about ten hours. Once you reach the chest area, we''ll retrieve both of our things. However, in the middle of this path, you will encounter a dreadful creature. It is terrifying, and if you have a weak heart, you could die. But it has no attacking power itself. That thing was created from this body''s power. That''s all I know."


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    Arya''s expression turned serious. "Oh… A terrifying beast, like a horror creature that uses illusions or mind attacks as its weapon?"


    The beast watched Arya''s serious face, then unexpectedly smiled and chuckled. "Yes, something like that."


    Seeing the beast smile, Arya frowned. "Is there something on my face? Why are you smiling for no reason?"


    The beast simply shook its head. "Nothing, I just remembered something funny and couldn''t help but smile."


    Arya sighed. "Whatever." He gave up trying to figure out the reason for the beast''s amusement and stepped forward.


    The moment he took his first step onto the volcanic path—which was actually a beast''s leg—the previous oppressive aura returned. It had disappeared when the double beast roar echoed at the gate, but as soon as he moved, the pressure was back. Thankfully, it was tolerable now, unlike before, when it had flattened him to the ground.


    As he walked, Arya''s mind wandered to another question—one related to weapon masters and spirit possession. He decided to confirm it with the beast.


    "Hey… Fang."


    The beast, still resting on his shoulder in spirit form, replied, "Yes?"


    Arya asked, "From what I''ve heard, spirit possession doesn''t provide direct skills to its user. Instead, it grants the beast''s physical strength and racial abilities, which makes it so powerful and unique. So, I was wondering… what racial ability does your race have? Because I already know that you guys are absurdly strong—even when you were only using ten percent of your power."


    The beast hummed in thought. "Hmm… Can''t use skills, yeah, that''s true. But since I am inside your body and can possess it anytime I want—"


    Arya tensed slightly, but before he could say anything, the beast quickly added, "—which I won''t do without asking you."


    It continued, "I can still use one or two of my skills before your body loses its strength. As for my racial ability… I don''t remember our race having anything specific. The only thing I do remember is that we are famous for our rage. Humans consider us hot-blooded creatures because we get mad quickly—and well, there is some truth to that."


    A sharp edge crept into the beast''s tone as it added, "Humans have given our race a nickname—''Savage Beasts.'' And our leader… they call him the ''Savage Titan.''"


    Arya raised an eyebrow. "Savage Titan… quite a heavy-sounding name. And rage being an ability, huh…?"


    He muttered to himself as he walked. "There are quite a few skills that grant power in exchange for making the user lose control. It sounds similar, but since yours is an ability and not a skill, there must be a difference…"


    The beast scoffed. "Hmph. Don''t compare those lousy skills to our race''s ability. They are like the difference between earth and sky. And another thing—when we go into a rage, we do become stronger and more savage, but we never lose our reasoning or our minds. Of course, if we intentionally wanted to lose control, that would be a different matter."


    Arya''s eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh… Now that''s interesting. Getting stronger and more ferocious without losing your ability to think? That''s an incredibly powerful ability. No wonder your race is so strong. If you had a major weakness, humans would have exploited it long ago and wiped you out. But from what you''ve told me, your race is still feared and thriving. That means no one has been able to do that."


    The beast smirked. "Hah! Humans don''t have the guts or the strength to oppose any high-ranking beast race. We don''t even put human rankers in our eyes. Tell me, which high-race beast would find enjoyment in killing a bunch of ants?"


    A cold glint flashed in its eyes as it continued, "That''s why we don''t bother with them. But the lower-ranked beast races… they gain immense benefits from eating human cultivators. Just like you humans gain power from devouring beast bloods and other things, they grow stronger by consuming human cultivators."