Just as Sun Buxiao had said, someone like Han Feng would never regret the rotten things he had done. But having no regrets didn't mean he felt no fear.
In the years since Yao Chen's death, Venerable Feng, Gu Ling, had never stopped investigating and searching for the truth of what had happened back then. He was Han Feng's greatest fear, without exception.
It was precisely because he feared Venerable Feng might actually uncover something about him that he had abandoned the abundant resources and connections of the Central Plains and fled to a little place like the Black-Corner Region in the Northwest, where he could lord over everyone like a petty emperor.
After Sun Buxiao's soul reached the Spirit Realm, besides Millet Porridge imbued with specific emotions, he could also produce this [Heart Demon Seed].
Its effect was simple and straightforward: it planted an Inner Demon.
What did you fear most?
What did you most want to escape?
What did you least want to see?
That was what your Inner Demon would be.
As a small chiliocosm, the Dou Qi Continent's cultivation of the soul and mind was so shallow that even calling it roadside trash would have been praise. In this world, souls were practically useless to anyone outside a small group of people such as Dou Sheng and alchemists, so the weakness of its system was understandable. But how should one put it...
Perhaps it was precisely because people cultivated only Dou Qi and not their minds that this damned place had so many repressed people.
Inner Demons weren't entirely harmful. Just as Sun Buxiao had said, people with firm wills could overcome them. Once you defeated your Inner Demon, your soul would grow stronger, and everything it had brewed would become part of you-because the Inner