Meng Zhao sighed and reached out with a grasp. A wisp of blazing flame fell upon Bei Tangsu. This Fire Force was incomparably hot; a single spark could burn Mountain Stone.
Flames coiled around him. Even steel could melt into molten iron in the blink of an eye, and Bei Tangsu's fleshly body naturally could not withstand it.
Before long, he turned to drifting ashes, carried by a gentle breeze into the now-calm Jade Lake, fulfilling Bei Tangsu's final wish.
For his ruined body to fall into these waters and be buried in the place where he had been strongest and most invincible in life was, in itself, a comfort.
Yet within his body, a black Demonic Seed, seemingly both illusory and real, flickered uncertainly as it spun amid the flames, emitting pitch-black demonic light.
The flames could not burn it away at all. On the contrary, the more fiercely the fire blazed, the stronger the black Demonic Seed's presence became.
It carried the feeling of true gold tempered by raging fire—true gold feared no trial by flame.
This was the Demonic Seed that the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord had planted within Bei Tangsu, and it was also the reason he had been able to cultivate the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques.
With a single glance, Meng Zhao could glimpse endless true meanings of the demonic path flowing within it. It centered upon consciousness; it seemed that with but a stirring of thought, it could draw forth the Demonic Thought within the seed, causing one to become tainted by Demonic Thought and giving demons an opening to exploit.
Meng Zhao's heart stirred. He visualized the Emperor Dragon Diagram and the Ziwei Star, calming the tangled thoughts within his heart. He could not make every thought cease, but he maintained as tranquil