At that moment, Su Che found himself in a strange state.
The demonic influence attacking him through a system akin to his own—especially the strands seeping through the cold that enveloped the Lunar Emperor—was indeed top-grade.
Like a gangrene clinging to bone, it searched his Dao Foundation for cracks, then filled them.
On the surface, everything was a riot of blossoms and brocade. Beneath it, the core had been hollowed out.
If he failed to notice, an embankment stretching a thousand miles would crumble through an ant hole.
Sooner or later, the flaws opened today would be waiting for him.
Perhaps when he encountered Heavenly Demons in the Outer Void after reaching Void Step.
Perhaps when he faced the Heavenly Tribulation to attain the Longevity Realm.
The best time to solve this problem was now.
So Su Che had no intention of stopping the demonic influence. Quite the opposite: Third Young Master Su watched the fire from the opposite bank as Demonic Thoughts ran wild inside him. Even when wisps of vital energy leaked from his body and gradually took shape as illusions in the air, he did nothing.
He did not suppress them with stillness. He gave them free rein, even fanning the flames.
As the demonic influence circulated, it could naturally breed a Heart Demon.
What mattered most was knowing where to draw the line.
Through these Heart Demons, he would see which parts of his Dao Foundation were true gold and which were mere gravel.
As Third Young Master Su let them run free, considerable vital energy leaked from him in moments, and many strands of white appeared in his once jet-black hair.
All around him, scene after scene took shape.
In one, Su Che wore armor and led a charging army, Yuwen Rui's severed head in