Even Great Emperors.
Even Sages.
When they died.
Their flesh would decay.
Their spirituality would diminish.
Of course.
Decay here.
Did not mean rotting as ordinary people understood it.
Rather, it meant.
The collapse of divine nature.
If all one sought was to keep the flesh from rotting.
Many Emperor Realm Body Cultivators had flesh approaching the Near-Immortal Realm.
Even after a hundred or a thousand years.
It could remain unchanged.
But the Hidden Lantern Secret Text clearly recorded.
That the Dark Demon Heart had endured the ages of primordial antiquity.
Without its spirituality waning.
That was rather uncanny.
Far beyond the ordinary.
"It's possible! Some supreme cultivators reached the very pinnacle of power, able to regenerate from a drop of blood and lodge their souls in a strand of hair! That towering demonic master left behind a sacred heart to preserve his spiritual consciousness. Who knows? There might be a plot hidden within!" Xiao Chen nodded.
When it came to scheming.
Lao Six was exceptionally gifted.
An old scheming bastard knew other old scheming bastards best.
Once Lao Six put it that way.
Xiao Chen immediately grew wary.
Gurgle!
The man and the demon were pondering carefully.
When suddenly.
A faint sound.
Rose from Lao Six's belly.
After one fierce battle after another.
Lao Six had long since been ravenous.
Before they set out.
Xiao Chen had first said farewell to Ke Hei and Ye Hongmei, then devoted himself to cultivating and refining spirit souls. Lao Six had stood guard beside him the entire time, without any chance to hunt.
By now.
His belly was so empty it practically stuck to his spine.
Although Demon Kings could refine the essence of heaven and earth, and to some extent did not need food as urgently as ordinary people or low-realm