One Million Six Hundred Thousand Merit Points

Ling Xiao's thoughts were complicated. He feared that the heart demon would not come, yet also feared that it would act recklessly.

A heart demon born from the original body was identical in strength in every aspect. If he could not destroy the heart demon, he would be devoured by it and lose himself.

This was an enormous challenge.

Deep within his sea of consciousness, a soul storm swept madly through, its momentum as immense as the creation of heaven and earth.

Ling Xiao felt a strange movement in his body, as though something were peeling away and slipping beyond his control.

He knew that this meant the heart demon was growing stronger still, beginning to seize control of his body and devour him bit by bit.

Once the heart demon truly matured, it would bare its fangs without the slightest concealment.

Ling Xiao sat cross-legged in the void within the pill furnace. The black hair behind his head danced wildly without wind, radiating an awe-inspiring evil and brimming with demonic nature.

"Still not enough?"

He suddenly gave a wicked smile, the curve at his lips flawless. He felt the abnormality in his body vanish, as though nothing had happened at all.

This meant that the heart demon had not yet fully formed, or that it had already gained clear awareness and was temporarily hiding itself.

Ling Xiao let out a breath of relief, the taut string in his heart finally loosening.

As long as it had not suddenly attacked, it was fine. That gave him more time to prepare.

Even mental preparation was still preparation.

Then, he looked at the prayer mat in the distance and the pill lying quietly upon it.

With a gentle lift of his hand, the prayer mat flew over.

Just as Ling Xiao was