The total energy consumption is extremely large, at least a Wizard Level amount.
This is why Popota came in contact with the Lord of the Profound Abyss, forcibly raising his own strength—not only to disrupt the situation in Lassudral but because igniting the Primeval Flame required immense power.
And this could not be done by someone else, for only a Baiyuanian could sense their ancestral altar.
“My Magical Core is already shattered, an irreversible state. To ignite the ancestral altar, there’s simply not enough energy,” Popota admitted.
“So, the only way is to sacrifice myself, to ignite the altar with the blood and flesh of a Baiyuanian.”
In other words, Popota would still die.
After finishing his explanation, Popota said to Angel, “Thank you for fulfilling my last wish. I am the only Baiyuan left, so I must do this.”
“Moreover, although the collapse of my physical body has been temporarily halted, it will eventually break down again. Even if I cling to life, at most, I could only survive one or two more years, so I will choose to sacrifice myself. The only one I’m sorry for is my sister… Angel, can you help me look after my sister, and tell her that I still…”
Popota’s emotional words were cut off as Angel said without expression, “No.”
Immediately after that, Angel added, “I’m not giving you the Primeval Flame, either.”
Popota was stunned. Wasn’t the mood fine just before?
…
Angel decided to hand over the Primeval Flame to Popota for two reasons.
First, the Primeval Flame was vital to the Baiyuan Clan, which, according to Popota, was key for the survival and continuation of the Baiyuanians. And it was almost certain that Dororo was a Baiyuanian, so Popota’s igniting the Primeval Flame would also be beneficial to Dororo.
Second, Angel didn’t want Popota to die, at least not in the short term. This wasn’t because Angel was deeply moved by Popota’s plight. Angel had always said that with every choice made, one should be prepared to face the consequences of failure. Furthermore, Popota had kidnapped him by force, so Angel had a negative impression of him from the start.
Yet, even so, Angel didn’t want Popota to die.
Because once Popota perished, as a follower who received the mark of the Lord of the Profound Abyss, his Soul would return to the Profound Abyss, to be controlled by the Lord of the Profound Abyss.
Once Popota’s Soul was in the hands of the Lord of the Profound Abyss, everything that happened here would become known to the Lord of the Profound Abyss.
By then, Angel would inevitably come into the sight of the Lord of the Profound Abyss, which would be extremely dangerous.
This was the real reason why Angel didn’t want Popota to die—at least until he returned to the Wizards’ Realm, it was best if Popota stayed alive, or else there would be endless troubles.
As for killing Popota and destroying his Soul… Angel still couldn’t do it. It wasn’t that he couldn’t bring himself to do it, but that a part of Popota’s Soul was already in the hands of the Lord of the Profound Abyss. Upon Popota’s death, his Soul would go directly from the Land of the Soul to the Profound Abyss, leaving no opportunity to destroy Popota’s Soul.
Since that was the case, it was best to ensure Popota stayed alive.
Hearing that igniting the ancestral altar would result in Popota’s immediate death, Angel naturally refused without hesitation.
…
“Why?” After being stunned for a while, Popota asked with a quivering voice.
“Why give me hope, just to make me…” dejected.
Angel looked at the dazed Popota, “I’ve told you, it would be better if you lived.”
“But igniting the ancestral altar is my only wish!” Popota roared with desperation.
“Is it really the only one?”
Popota paused. A vision flashed through his mind, and he seemed to hear his sister’s innocent laughter in his ears.
Igniting the ancestral altar was his obsession.
But protecting his sister was his wish as well.
“Don’t think that sacrificing yourself to ignite the ancestral altar will erase everything you’ve done,” Angel paused for a moment. “Also, you’re not the last of the Baiyuan Clan. You’d better keep your life and see Hua Que in person.”