Heart-Demon!
Born within oneself, arising from the tiniest seed!
Indeed, regardless of cultivation, scarcely anyone could escape their corrosive influence.
The thought rose in Luohu's heart, making those two pinpoints of scarlet light blaze a little brighter.
Sages, primordial Daluo Golden Immortals, entrusted their primordial spirits to the Heavenly Dao, enduring countless tribulations without erosion, undying and imperishable.
But Luohu saw things differently.
Undying and imperishable did not mean invulnerable.
Every living being had thoughts. And wherever thoughts existed, so did attachments.
Did Tongtian have attachments?
Of course he did.
He clung to "Teach All Without Discrimination," to the prosperity of the Interception Sect, to protecting every disciple under his tutelage.
These were all noble, righteous aspirations, part of what sustained his Dao Heart.
But taken too far, they would become his deadliest vulnerability.
Grand aspirations were also the finest breeding ground for Heart-Demons.
Luohu could even imagine how magnificent the sight would be if he successfully stirred Tongtian's Heart-Demon, plunging this Sage into self-doubt and shaking his faith in his own Dao.
The negative energy released by the collapse of a Sage's Dao Heart would be enough to restore him instantly to an inconceivable level.
The temptation was immense.
So immense that even Luohu's body, formed entirely of demonic thoughts, began to tremble slightly.
Yet, a moment later, he ultimately suppressed the impulse.
No.
Not yet.
This Heart-Demon Body had taken countless epochs of accumulation to painstakingly condense.
At present, his cultivation barely reached the quasi-saint level.
Use a quasi-saint's strength to shake a genuine Hunyuan Sage?
That would not be a reckless gamble. That would be courting death.
He knew full well that the moment he leaked even a trace of malice toward Tongtian, the latter's omnipresent Sage perception would lock onto him instantly.
Then would come the