The immense temptation and deadly danger were like the two ends of a scale, constantly swaying in Lin Mo's heart.

Rationality was frantically warning him that the guardian puppet named "Tianshu" had unfathomable strength, far beyond what he could contend with at the moment. To rashly confront it would be courting death.

He should continue to endure, to keep accumulating power. Only when his strength was formidable enough should he make his move.

Yet, another voice kept shouting in his heart.