The Underground Palace.
Li Ping looked at the ball of black mist floating in the void before him, roughly the size of an adult's fist, with a trace of curiosity in his eyes.
Heavenly Demons came from the Demon Realm, where vast numbers of lesser Heavenly Demons were born every moment.
When these Heavenly Demons first emerged, they could not truly be considered living beings. They possessed only the instinct to devour flesh-and-blood life and the innate ability to stir up heart demons.
All in all, they were merely shapeless clumps of black mist.
When a cultivator formed a yin spirit and sent it out of the body, they would follow its aura and descend directly upon the cultivator, drawing out their heart demons.
Once the cultivator succumbed and perished, they could seize the opportunity to devour the fruits of centuries of arduous cultivation, instantly acquiring a physical form, intelligence, and cultivation to become true members of the Devil Race.
Under normal circumstances, if the cultivator successfully survived the Heart Demon Tribulation and they found no opportunity to devour them, they would return to the Demon Realm.
But the Heavenly Demon before him had been unlucky. His Illusory-Breaking Golden Eyes divine ability had immobilized it, leaving it unable to escape.
After studying it for several hours without gaining anything, Li Ping calmly ordered, "Little Flame, destroy it!"
"You got it, boss!"
The Desolate Fire Sparrow beside him opened its beak slightly, and a wisp of evil-slaying flame fell directly onto the black mist.
Sizzle!
Accompanied by unintelligible shrieks and wails, the black mist gradually shrank beneath the evil-slaying flame until it burned away into nothingness.
Li Ping stood where he was as a pale blue infant, an inch and a half long, crawled out through the Baihui point at the