"Foolish human, you actually made me pay such a tremendous price. You can at least say you died for a worthy cause."
Heart Demon Venerable panted heavily, drenched in sweat. His consumption had been severe, and he was incomparably weak.
He was merely a wisp of divided spirit. Simply breaking free from the formidable seal within Five-Finger Mountain had already drained an enormous amount of his power and taken countless years of planning.
And now, to cast this terrifying curse, he had even expended the source energy of his Demon Saint body, damaging his Primordial Spirit. One could well imagine the price he had paid.
But the price was worth it.
"Die."
Heart Demon Venerable struck, intending to kill Ye Mengyao at once. A surge of dark power blasted forth, yet an energy shield immediately rose from Ye Mengyao's body automatically, blocking the attack.
"What? It actually had no effect."
Heart Demon Venerable's expression turned exceedingly grim. At his peak, he would have killed her long ago. But in order to cast this curse, he had exhausted too much power—so much that he could not even break through the defenses of a Dharma Image Realm cultivator.
Still, that did not matter. Once the two of them joined together and reached their peak, it would also be when their souls were at their most vulnerable, when their defenses were at their weakest. Then he could slip in through the gap, instantly destroy Xia Ping and Ye Mengyao's souls, seize their bodies, and occupy this vessel.
That way, he would truly be reborn in the outside world.
An hour later.
Heart Demon Venerable sneered, utterly unmoved as he quietly waited for the moment when their divine consciousness would be at its weakest.
Two hours later.
Heart Demon Venerable was beginning to grow