Several months passed in the blink of an eye. The stone door of the Cave Mansion opened with a thunderous boom, and Su Fan finally emerged from secluded cultivation.
His eyes were now as tranquil as a deep autumn pool, without a trace of their former sharpness. Even the aura around him had been washed clean and rendered crystal-clear, completely shedding the mortal world's smoke and fire.
Over the years, he had swallowed the vital essence and bloodlines of countless great devils and Demonic Beasts, and had even refined the Essence Blood of the True Dragon race.
Although most of that power had merged into his own bloodline, it had still left his bloodline hopelessly mixed.
Through it, he had inherited the Devil Race's strange divine abilities and the True Dragon's formidable secret arts, but the side effects had followed like a shadow, often disturbing his mind.
This chaos had deeply affected Su Fan's state of mind. In particular, the tempering of his Dao Heart had long since failed to keep pace with his breakthroughs, becoming the greatest shackles on his path of cultivation.
On top of that, he had slaughtered far too much over the years, even using blood sacrifices to devour the blood and vital essence of countless living beings.
Although the Blood Shadow Descent God Great Formation could purify the absorbed power to the greatest extent, how could he avoid being eroded by Baleful Qi after prolonged exposure?
Now, threads of Evil Qi often seeped silently from between his muscles and meridians, completely at odds with the pure, spiritual aura that a disciple of an immortal sect ought to possess.
It had to be known that once a flaw appeared in one's Dao Heart, it would unquestionably become a fatal hidden danger when a cultivator attempted to