The sealing ability of the Soul Core Box is considered an additional effect. Its initial design wasn't meant to function as a magic rice cooker casting the Demon-Sealing Wave.

One could only say it has such an effect, but it was likely a incidental part of the design, with the primary function leaning towards summoning. Therefore, the sealing effect can only capture one target... However, in Visakha's fully armed state, she herself is a walking armory.

——Her entire body, from clothing to weapons, is composed of divine artifacts.

——They are not merely tools, but special soul armaments with self-awareness.

Perhaps Gu Mo subconsciously regarded her as a whole at the time, but the Soul Core Box did not recognize it. Therefore, when he targeted Visakha, the sealing technique, driven by the immense Demonic Power of the Nine-tailed, precisely captured only Visakha, excluding all other divine artifacts on her body.

It can only seal one target, naturally stripping Visakha, who was fully armed with divine artifacts even her main attire was artifacts, bare...

"What do you want to say?!!"

Visakha shrunk in the corner, full of shame and anger, while glaring at him fiercely, looking indomitable: "No matter what you want to say, I advise you to give up early. I absolutely won't agree with a single word you say!"

"Don't be too hasty with your words... first look at your own situation."

Gu Mo replied calmly, pointing at her lightly.

She was basically huddled, almost naked, in the corner, weak and helpless yet fiercely intimidating, a manner lacking persuasive power.

"What if what I'm going to say is to give you a set of clothes, would you still refuse? Could it be that Yato was right, and you're truly a streaking pervert who likes wearing nothing but a naked jacket?" He said while conveniently framing the God of Poverty outside.

"Bas, bastard!" Stunned for a second, the golden-haired Valkyrie became furious instantly, her eyes almost spitting fire, "That damn Calamity God, how dare he smear me like this!!"

"Not sure if it's smearing. At least I think he makes a lot of sense..." Gu Mo said nonchalantly, "Alright, like before, I'll give you a choice again — don't rush to reject, take a good look at the situation, Lord Visakha."

"...Do you think I will be threatened by you?" Visakha retorted angrily.

"I know you're not afraid, but if you're not thinking for yourself, won't you even consider your divine artifacts?"

"..."

"..."

"Despicable! What have you done to them!!" Visakha gritted her teeth, having sensed since earlier that her connection with the divine artifacts hadn't been severed, indicating they hadn't been totally destroyed, but the situation was grave.

Her spirit ached, continuously sending a wrenching feeling akin to soul splitting, yet she refused to show weakness and reveal her vulnerability in front of this hateful demon, enduring silently.

Being pierced by the divine artifacts told her enough about the kind of suffering her subordinates were experiencing.

"I haven't done anything to them. I've been trying to save them — they're stable right now..." Gu Mo stated frankly, very straightforwardly: "Though what happens next, I can't say. If you don't cooperate at all, then I have no reason to keep this ticking time bomb that keeps opposing me, right?"

Visakha seemed greatly ashamed and indignant, but that alone couldn't break her mental defense.

The divine artifacts alone were her real vulnerability.

She has always regarded the divine artifacts as her closest family. After the family massacre hundreds of years ago, she felt an intense sense of guilt, thus excessively, indiscriminately adopting more undead as divine artifacts, swearing to protect them as atonement.

Now, the golden-haired Valkyrie glared at Gu Mo with extreme anger and hatred, speechless. She wanted to refuse fearlessly like before, but was unable to voice it, overwhelmed by fear and past bloody images.

She feared that if she spoke again, her divine artifacts would be killed one by one by this dreadful demon, used to threaten her...

She would surely collapse...

"What... what do you want me to do?" With nails deeply embedded into her flesh, she asked tremblingly, fearing she might hear something equally unacceptable, placing her in a difficult dilemma.

"A simple thing, I want you to help me deal with someone... might need to borrow the power of the High Celestial Plain."

Gu Mo smiled, seemingly after friendly negotiations, a preliminary consensus had been reached.

"You must be joking. How could the power of the High Celestial Plain be mobilized for your vendetta?" Visakha shook her head vigorously. She was pursuing Yato for private reasons and had only mobilized her own faction's power without involving others.

"What if that person is a Puppet Demon Mage?"

The demon in her eyes smiled and gently extended his finger, from which a snowy white serpent, its scales faintly reflecting light in the dim surroundings, sprang forth, swiftly darting towards her forehead, enlarging rapidly in her view.

No tangible contact was felt, but a vast, intricate stream of information poured into her consciousness, mingling with voices, images, akin to recalling memories.

Guardian Spirit relaying information...

Gu Mo watched the dazed golden-haired Valkyrie, lowered his finger, patiently awaiting feedback. He had conveyed everything he planned to do through his Guardian Spirit, including a series of "evidence" he provided. This consisted of some plot-related memories he painstakingly recalled, filling in blanks with vivid imagination, pinning all sorts of accusations onto Yato's father... Anyway, intending to hunt this target down eventually, there was no need to consider his reputation.

......

"Deal with someone..."

Outside, Yato frowned, struggling to eavesdrop. Naturally, he couldn't deny curiosity, wanting to gather whatever scraps of information he could.

He heard some bits regarding this matter, and it instantly didn't seem good, though it only went as far... Moreover, an abrupt silence ensued inside, leaving him unable to obtain further details, anxiety rising.

"Forget it, it's none of my business..."

The former Calamity God sighed, unable to interfere with such matters, just hoping he's not sent to kill someone, leaving the other party to handle their own vendettas.

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