What did Senior Cultivators matter, the secrets of Tribulation, the Dao Lord's intentions—those were all matters for Lu Yang to worry about. Chongguang had no such tangled concerns.
After all, those things were far too lofty and distant.
Though he could now peer into the Sea of Suffering and see the Tribulation Great Dao that held up Heaven and Earth, his attention remained focused more on himself.
The current me is no different from a Heart Demon.
Cultivators seek Gold and are called True Lords. Perhaps I can now call myself a True Demon.
As Chongguang sensed the changes within himself, he felt that the Five Heart Demon Divine Powers he had previously wielded had all risen to a higher level, transforming into methods akin to Fruit Position Images.
More importantly, his mind remained clear.
But this was not the end.
I no longer have a soul or a Sea of Consciousness. I am entirely an illusory thing, sustained only by my true consciousness controlling this Heart Demon body.
This is now my method of cultivation. Using true consciousness to control the Heart Demon lets me wield a Heart Demon's power, but the deeper my control becomes, the more easily I will be influenced by it, eroded without realizing it. In the end, my true self will collapse. Not only will I lose autonomy, I will instead become the Heart Demon's puppet.
Every gesture and movement is cultivation.
If, one day, I can completely control the Heart Demon with my true consciousness without being affected by it, perhaps I will be able to step into an entirely new realm.
Understanding dawned on Chongguang, and he felt only joy.
Because this suited him perfectly!
*The position of True Demon is certainly good, but how could I stop here? I should continue