"This thread of history was still far from clear—some parts could even be called utterly obscure—but I could roughly deduce a few things."
Feeling the changes in the power of heaven and earth around him, Qiu Yan's body dropped straight down like a scale weight.
Only then did the twenty-odd people in the hollow on the mountain wall recover from the effects of their burning thoughts. Every one of them was alarmed and tried to investigate, but how could they possibly find any trace of Qiu Yan—
From beginning to end, they had never noticed Qiu Yan's existence, much less realized that a Heart Demon had once tainted them. Qiu Yan had even saved them invisibly, removing some of their hidden dangers.
Yet the cracks and shadows in their hearts would not vanish because of this. For instance, now that they had recovered from that dazed state and discovered damage to their thoughts—even traces of having been scorched by flames—they immediately suspected the small hole they had opened earlier and fell into a state of anxious uncertainty.
This was a wondrous place. Other than the Heart Demon Will from before, other Heart Demons could not easily invade it. Otherwise, their present doubts alone would have been enough to breed another Heart Tribulation.
Still, even without a Demon Head stirring trouble, mere flaws in the heart would inflict irreparable damage upon their cultivation and cause them to lose many opportunities.
But Qiu Yan would not concern himself with them any longer. This was each person's own destined affinity. Today, he had come here and opened a road. Some chose to move forward, while others stopped in their tracks. Those were all their own choices; it was hard to call them right or wrong. Whatever consequences followed could only be borne by