Heart Demon

Ling Xiao hesitated, torn with indecision. But soon, he suddenly snapped awake.

"I haven't even started cultivating yet—have I already developed a heart demon? How can I sweep aside everything and reach the supreme realm if I keep holding back?"

He smiled, finding his fear from just now laughable.

He had come this far, through countless hardships and dangers, without ever retreating. Yet now that his realm had risen, he had instead begun to fear, to cherish his own feathers?

He had forgotten his original heart!

"If I want to step into the Great Dao Realm, I must cultivate this technique. I must overcome it!"

Ling Xiao's gaze became firmer than ever, no longer containing the slightest hesitation or doubt.

Awaken the demon within himself, strengthen his heart demon, and when pushed to the brink of despair, rise from a place of death—completely subdue the heart demon and thoroughly defeat himself.

Defeating others was easy; defeating oneself was the hardest thing of all. No matter how powerful someone was, it was difficult to conquer and control oneself at every moment.

This was a transformation of one's state of mind.

A conquest of the self.

Once he succeeded, his Dao Heart would become complete. On the path of cultivation ahead, he would achieve twice the result with half the effort, and every hardship and bottleneck would become simple.

Although this technique was exceptionally dangerous, the benefits it brought after success were equally alluring. It was worth trying.

With that, Ling Xiao stopped thinking and directly put away the technique, beginning his cultivation.

The moment he entered the technique, a vast and evil voice suddenly resounded.

"Let the heart demon be born, feed the demon with spirit, let the true self perish, let evil thoughts endure forever...

"The stronger a person is,