Little Nuo's spiritual world was like a gigantic void. No matter what he did, it was difficult for him to feel anything. The world was too fragile to him; steel and rock were like cream, while the flesh of living creatures was like foam that he could puncture with a light poke.
He felt no empathy for emotions that people could understand. Toward his mother, his clansmen, and all living beings, he was incapable of feeling anything.
No.
Rather than saying he felt nothing at all, it would be more accurate to say that he did feel emotions, but before the enormous void in his spiritual world, those emotions were insignificant—not even enough to fill one hundred-millionth of it.
He was like a starving beast, endlessly pursuing prey.
This time, he finally caught real prey. He felt as though he had truly eaten his fill, and his heart was greatly satisfied. He stood there without moving for a full ten years.
For those ten years, his heart remained utterly tranquil. Even when other demons attacked him, he paid them no heed.
But after ten years, that sense of satisfaction receded like the tide, replaced by immense emptiness. When he opened his eyes, he was already in the Desire Demon's nest.
The Desire Demon's nest was called the Nest of Indulgence, and its style was completely different from the Blood Nest.
The Blood Nest was like a cave haphazardly pieced together from countless blood-red rocks, while the Nest of Indulgence was a nest formed from countless creatures of different races piled atop one another. These creatures were not dead; they were simply heaped together in chaos, frantically reproducing.
"What a beautiful body..."
The Desire Demon noticed Little Nuo awakening and appeared before him in an instant.
Its appearance was indescribable; every