One had to know that heart demons were no ordinary fiends—not creatures like Heavenly Demons or Abyss Demons. They were a thought born from the cultivator himself, a demonic notion.
No matter how high one's cultivation, even a Saint would have heart demons.
For a heart demon was nothing else—it was oneself. Once a cultivator began to doubt their own Dao, a heart demon would be born and disrupt their cultivation.
Once the heart demon grew powerful to a certain extent, one would fall into demonic deviation, sink into madness, and destroy oneself.
It could even trigger a heavenly tribulation.
Yet the Heart Demon Venerable could actually summon heart demons and strengthen their power. One could well imagine how terrifying such a divine ability was.
No wonder it had already been an overlord among fiends in ancient times, an existence that could not be slain even when Saints perished. This was likely the Heart Demon Venerable's peculiarity—it was exceedingly bizarre and difficult to kill. So long as heart demons existed, it could revive once more.
That was why Venerable Subhaddra had chosen to seal the Heart Demon Venerable away completely, eternally and unchangingly. Only then could the Heart Demon Venerable truly be killed.
"Lowly human, within the Heart Demon World, you are me, and I am you. I am an indestructible existence. To kill me is to kill yourself. Tell me, do you dare make a move?"
Xia Ping heard the Heart Demon Venerable's voice. Thousands upon thousands of its figures appeared, letting out sinister cackles. It seemed incomparably smug, like a cat toying with a mouse as it sought to play with Xia Ping.
Boom!
He threw a punch in an instant, his fist shooting forth like a dragon. Several hundred Heart Demon Venerables in the distance immediately shattered,