Waves battered the shore, their sound carrying from afar.
The slightly fishy sea breeze wrapped around seabirds struggling on the horizon, while vast sheets of foam were shoved against the reefs beneath his feet.
Zhou You let the Heart Demon Ring clamor and incite him, yet remained unmoved. But the Demon Weapon Spirit within the Heart Demon Ring seemed never to tire, chattering nonstop.
There was nothing he could do. The Demon Weapon Spirit had no physical form, could not be captured, and was even harder to fathom. Even if Zhou You wanted to grab it and beat it up, he had no way to do so.
So he could only endure its nagging. In any case, he would not take the bait.
After a long while, Zhou You spoke. "I'm just curious!"
"Brother, what are you curious about?"
"Everything in this world exists for a reason; every blade of grass and tree follows its own path. But why were Demon Weapon Spirits like you born solely for slaughter and destruction—for destroying the world, even dragging your hosts into self-annihilation?"
"Is that interesting?"
The Heart Demon Ring fell silent for a moment. When it spoke again, it unusually did not call him brother. "Host, destruction is also a purpose, isn't it?"
"But among the countless living beings in the world, how many know what they live for?"
"Host, what about you?"
This time, Zhou You fell silent. He somewhat understood why this Demon Weapon bore the name "Heart Demon."
Yet a moment later, the Heart Demon Ring returned to its cheeky tone. "Brother, let's find a way to pull another job!"
What answered it was...
"Phantom Mask, switch back to the original body!"
Zhou You had mostly recovered. It was time to test the Phantom Mask's effect on Demon Weapons.