The head formed from a thought carried an aura that dominated the world. Every movement tore through space. In its pitch-black eyes flickered the illusions of life and death, as though it had seen through all mortal affairs, vast and boundless as the Heavenly Dao.
It was said that once a person cultivated to a certain realm, their humanity would gradually fade. Like the Heavenly Dao, they would become merciless, viewing all things as straw dogs, unmoved by external circumstances.
This head had clearly condensed from someone else's thought. A single thought possessed such power, which showed just how formidable its true body was.
Logically, someone like this should no longer have the seven emotions and six desires, nor thoughts of greed or wrath. Yet at the sight of the Heavenly Heart Vine, a feverish look still appeared in its eyes.
"Senior Brother Mo Yao, save me..." Ming Cheng hurriedly cried out.
"Mo Yao? So this is Mo Yao?"
Nie Yun's expression darkened.
He had known before that Mo Yao was powerful, but he had never expected him to be this powerful. A single thought possessed strength no weaker than his own—perhaps even greater!
Hearing the cry, the head manifested from Mo Yao's thought blew a breath toward Ming Cheng. The Heavenly Heart Vine wrapped tightly around him seemed to be obstructed by an immense force. It writhed incessantly, yet could no longer continue devouring him.
At the sight of such power from a single breath, everyone's faces tightened.
Such strength had clearly left them far behind, placing him on an entirely different level.
"Are you the master of the Heavenly Heart Vine?"
After making the Heavenly Heart Vine stop attacking, Mo Yao's manifested head looked toward Nie Yun.
"That's right!" Seeing that he had turned his attention toward him,