"Keep watching."
Wen Xu had indeed heard this story from Master Yicheng, but seeing it with his own eyes was truly different from hearing it with his ears. How could another person's account compare to witnessing it firsthand? Back then, Chishan's sincerity had been utterly genuine, but precisely because it was so pure, it gave rise to a Heart Demon.
It was not the destruction of this small kingdom that caused Wen Chishan's Heart Demon to flourish. He had merely encountered it at the very point when the Heart Demon was about to emerge. With his temperament, even if this small kingdom had not fallen, some other trouble would have lured the Heart Demon out.
The notion that the Heart Demon would not have appeared once the crisis of the small kingdom was resolved was merely the arrogant deduction of others. For Wen Chishan, this matter had likely only been the last straw that broke the Heart Demon's back.
To some extent, this Illusory Realm had no solution, because no matter what they did, the Heart Demon would eventually emerge. That was determined by Wen Chishan's nature; it was not tied to whether a small kingdom rose or fell.
Thus, when the new king ascended the throne and resolved to assassinate Chishan, Wen Xu made his move.
"Actually, if you wish to save a great edifice from collapse, I have a better method."
Chishan had been stabbed in the back by the child he had raised himself and was still reeling in shock and sorrow. Yet upon hearing this, he could not help asking, "What method?"
"It's simple. I'll be the king."
"But you aren't—"
Wen Xu had that confidence, and naturally, he did an exceptionally good job. Forget Chishan—even the crowd of cultivators lurking invisibly behind them and watching