"This time, demons descended upon the world and heaven and earth underwent mutation. Heavenly Heart's restraints upon us have also developed a few cracks."
Emperor Heng's voice was calm, yet there seemed to be a faint sense of relief beneath it.
The Great Heng Imperial Court had awed the world, its legacy spanning hundreds of thousands of years—how glorious it had been.
Yet how was it not also a curse? It could even be called another kind of demon.
The Demon Clan had been born for the sake of Him, imprisoned within that suppressed cage.
Everything, all of it, had been for Him alone.
And how was Great Heng any different?
Perhaps the only difference was that the former tyrannically erased the Original Self, evolved an Other Self, and replaced it.
The latter planted a mark, influencing one silently. Indeed, most of the time, there was no need for restrictions at all.
Under such subtle influence, a person became like the most devout believer—how could they possibly betray it?
Chu Mu fell silent. He still remembered that, in the Primordial Treasure Vault of the Sky Palace back then, that mark had been placed right before him.
Had he chosen to accept that mark back then, he would surely have embarked upon an entirely different path of cultivation.
For all he knew, he too might have sunk deep into it, trapped to death within this cage.
He did not possess such lofty authority, nor could he, like Great Heng, command the strength of an entire nation to devote itself to him...
The thought flashed past, and Chu Mu could not help asking, "Does Heavenly Heart possess consciousness and intelligence?"
"Or rather, does it require you to do anything?"
Emperor Heng was slightly startled. He shook his head. "It should not be