Lin Bai was covered in blood, his vision blurred as he looked at the figure standing before him—a figure whose features he could not make out at all.
He watched as it reached out its hand...
"I must warn you: the next time you obtain the power of the Demon Seed, you will become... a Demon Disciple!"
The blurred figure reached out and placed its hand before Lin Bai.
Lin Bai said mockingly, "That's right. Even a Saint in this world wouldn't dare claim to have completely severed themselves from good and evil, much less someone like me... much less someone like me, who has an ocean of blood-deep enmities to settle!"
"Is the Demon Seed really that difficult to cut away?"
Lin Bai gave a bitter smile.
The secret technique of Heart Demon Implantation drew upon a martial artist's fury, resentment, and hatred as its source of power.
The angrier and more hateful a martial artist became, the stronger the Demon Seed's power grew!
After Lin Bai's demonic flower had bloomed before, his strength, fueled by his rage, had been enough to cross an entire major realm and kill a martial artist.
But once the Demon Seed bloomed, its power would instantly suppress the good thoughts in Lin Bai's heart, turning him into a bona fide demon.
When Lin Bai had first cultivated Heart Demon Implantation, he had still possessed the strength to suppress the Demon Seed's power.
But later, the Demon Seed's power had grown stronger and stronger.
And each time Lin Bai's Demon Seed bloomed, it lasted longer as well—from a quarter of an hour at the beginning, to several days and nights later. The final time he had used the Demon Seed, Lin Bai had nearly felt it devouring his humanity, as though he would never