"Oh? You have a plan?"

Even Merlin was rather doubtful. He had been with Titus for so many years. Did Titus still have any tricks Merlin did not know about?

"Hehe, the plan is simple. Don't we need an Aurora warship? All we have to do is visit the surrounding civilizations and seize some."

Titus spoke breezily.

Even so, Merlin shook his head. Titus' plan was no plan at all. Seizing Aurora warships – was the Vestigial Tribe's treasure so easily obtainable?

To obtain the Vestigial Tribe's treasures, one would usually have to find a confinement dimension of the Vestigial Tribe. A confinement dimension that was masterless was too rare. Most of them were controlled by ultimate existences, which were typically contenders above the ultimate third-grade.

How difficult would it be to request an Aurora warship belonging a formidable existence like this? To say nothing of Stedman who was merely comparable to a Legend, even if he was a hundred, thousand times stronger, it was still impossible.

The exception was if Merlin could attack but Merlin could not easily do so now, because once he attacked, and his power was leaked, even if just a trace of it, the Void Zone would likely discover him. At that point, there would be great trouble. With the capability of the Void Zone, locating Stedman would be a piece of cake.

Therefore, unless there were no other options or Merlin had made sufficient preparations, Merlin would not attack just like that.

"Then what do we do? Merlin, don't forget – according to Stedman's glacial flying speed, it would be lucky if we even locate the Spell Caster civilization in ten thousand years. It might take up to hundreds of thousands of years. If he gets caught up in some trouble, it might take even longer."

Titus would not mind this but Merlin could not afford to be unconcerned about ten thousand years. From when he began in Blackwater City by constructing Spell Models, walking on this path of the Spell Caster, up until now, it had been less than ten thousand years. He would not make Stedman hurry on this journey for ten thousand years.

After falling silent for a long time, Merlin spoke slowly, "We don't necessarily need an Aurora warship. If we have a powerful treasure, especially a Speed treasure, we'll save quite some time. No matter what, it'll be much faster than Stedman's current glacial pace."

If they merely wanted a Speed treasure, it was not that troublesome. There might be one in the surrounding dimensions. Nonetheless, Stedman's strength must be more formidable. Being merely on par with a Legend, it was too challenging to obtain a Speed treasure.

"Merlin, is there a way to boost Stedman's capability in a short time? After so many years, you still haven't discerned the Purple-eyed People's potential?"

Titus would not believe that with Merlin's power of judgment, was there still anyone whose potential he could not see through? Moreover, the Purple-eyed Tribe was only a weak civilization. Their strongest contenders were merely comparable to ordinary Legends.

"The potential of the Purple-eyed People is limited indeed. They rely on the power of their blood but from their blood, I've deduced that their progenitor, the first Purple-eyed Person, was perhaps only comparable to an Honored Legend, and thus quite weak."

Merlin said helplessly. To him, Honored Legends were feeble as well.

In the boundless Void Zone, the average Legendary contender could just about travel everywhere. Nonetheless, this was merely the most basic strength because to control a dimension, one must at least be a Legendary contender.

Ordinary Legends were naturally quite weak, and Honored Legends who were one step ahead were only slightly stronger. As for Lords, they could conquer a few dimensions.

Only ultimate existences could control many dimensions. Furthermore, second-grade or third-grade ultimate contenders could control a massive territory, becoming an overlord-grade existence.

Stedman's abilities were too inadequate. Merlin was trying to think of a plan. However, Stedman was a Purple-eyed Person. It was impossible for him to be enlightened about Maxims or such stuff. The only way was to enhance the power of his blood.

The Purple-eyed People's power of blood, even if boosted to its limit, was merely comparable to an Honored Legend.

"If it's an Honored Legend, so be it. It's still better than an ordinary Legend like him now. Plus, if we travel a long way, he may run into danger. Since you don't wish to take part, surely you don't wish to helplessly watch Stedman die. If he dies, you'll have to find a new host as fast as possible. You might still be discovered by the Void Zone."

Titus spoke in offhanded tones. He was speaking in Stedman's favor. Titus had grown fond of Stedman, just like how he approved of Merlin back then. After getting along for centuries, Titus even felt that Stedman suited his temperament well.

"If we forcibly increase the power of his blood, I'm afraid his current life would halt right here."

Merlin glanced at Titus, seeming to guess his intentions.

"Halt here? Merlin, I noticed that the Purple-eyed People have Mind Power too. Won't the Mind Power system suit Stedman?"

Titus had been considering this for a long time. Not just Titus, even Merlin had been moving the pieces into place. Back when he gave Stedman the Mind training drill, it was not a casual decision. He had truly felt that the Purple-eyed People possessed Mind Power, and wished to see its effects of Stedman.

"The Mind Power system was founded by you, refined by me. Other than the Illusory World, everything before that obeys the natural order of the Void Zone. So this cultivation method should apply to any civilization in the Void Zone. As long as they have Mind Power, they can cultivate. Nonetheless, Stedman can't condense a Mind Heart no matter what. He's stuck on this most crucial step."

Merlin frowned. Stedman had been cultivating the Mind training drill long ago. Furthermore, he was assiduous and serious, spending time each day to practice it.

Thus, though his progress was gradual, by now he was finally beginning to condense the Mind Heart. This was the most crucial step for Mind Power Masters. Only after condensing a Mind Heart could one be considered a true Mind Power Master, having set off on the journey of cultivating Mind Power.

Nevertheless, Stedman had been hindered in this most significant step. He had spent more than a century but was ultimately incapable of condensing a Mind Heart. Perhaps this was the discrepancy between the two civilizations. After all, the initial Mind training drill was expressly tailored for Spell Casters.

"Let Stedman come into the Illusory World. I'll give him a hand and see if he can condense the Mind Heart."

Merlin was silent for a moment, and finally made up his mind.