315: Demons grow in the heart of the Dao!

As time passed bit by bit.

To Teng Qianjue and Liu Wusheng, who were trapped in the Heart Demon illusion, it felt as if long years had passed in their senses.

They were sinking and floating in the Reincarnation of countless joys and sorrows, power struggles, and life-and-death struggles manifested by their own thoughts.

It felt like years, even decades had passed, as they experienced countless cycles of hope and despair.

Their auras began to show a clear decline, and the clarity in their eyes became increasingly brief, replaced by a succession of chaotic emotions, like a stirred-up deep pool.

Murong Jingyang stood quietly in the Void Realm, the reflection of the spreading cracks on their Dao Heart barriers in his pupils, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly upward.

"It's almost time!"

Amidst a soft whisper, the demonic light in his eyes suddenly intensified.

With a slight movement of his body, like a wisp of light smoke, he instantly vanished into the colorful mist sea he had constructed.

In the next moment, he appeared before Teng Qianjue, whose mind was lost, whose spiritual power fluctuations were chaotic, and whose protective spiritual light was nearly shattered.

At this time, Teng Qianjue was still struggling in the Heart Demon illusion, completely unaware of Murong Jingyang's arrival.

"Six Desires Heaven · Seed Demon in the Dao Heart!"

Murong Jingyang raised his right hand and pressed his two fingers together.

At his fingertips, an extremely complex rune was rapidly condensing, then he quickly tapped it out.

It pulsed slightly as if it had life, emitting obscure fluctuations that distorted the mind and will, pointing straight at the center of Teng Qianjue's brow!

At this time, Teng Qianjue was in the midst of a fierce battle with "Murong Jingyang" in the illusion, and the situation was on the brink of desperation.

Just then, he suddenly saw the "Murong Jingyang" in front of him point a finger; he roared, wanting to resist, but found the magic power in his body sluggish and his Divine Soul groggy.

"No!!!"

In an instant, reality and the illusion suddenly overlapped.

Puff!

A soft sound came, and the rune sank into Teng Qianjue's brow without any hindrance, instantly vanishing!

"Argh!"

Teng Qianjue's whole body shook violently, as if he had been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer, and then he let out a non-human scream, clutching his head and rolling in the air.

He felt as if his Divine Soul was being forcibly torn apart, and a cold, eerie will burrowed in, crazily devouring his own consciousness, beginning to replace his original memories, emotions, and even his Dao Heart Foundation!

He wanted to resist, to expel this weird rune, but his Dao Heart had already been battered to the brink of shattering in the illusion.

His emotions were even more tangled into a mess by the Power of Six Desires, his remaining will like a small boat in a stormy sea, swallowed in an instant.

In just three breaths, Teng Qianjue's screams came to an abrupt halt.

He released his hands from his head, and the expression on his face, distorted by pain, quickly smoothed out, becoming completely blank, like a statue with all emotions erased.

Those gloomy eyes now held only a bottomless indifference, staring hollowly ahead.

Then he was seen slowly standing up straight; although his movements were slightly stiff, he turned toward Murong Jingyang without any hesitation.

Then, he bent one knee and actually knelt in mid-air!

"Master!"

His voice was as calm as a deep well, without sorrow or joy.

This state was exactly the same as the members of the Hu Family before, as if he were a marionette that had completely lost all emotion.

Murong Jingyang nodded slightly, a trace of imperceptible satisfaction flashing across his face.

This "Seed Demon in the Dao Heart" technique was a top-tier secret method for controlling the mind within the Six Desires Heavenly Demon Art; the casting was aimed directly at the opponent's Dao Heart, capable of eroding the very root of the Divine Soul, eventually turning them into a "Demon Puppet" that obeyed every command.

Teng Qianjue's Dao Heart cultivation was not very solid to begin with, and combined with the exhaustion from the illusion, the conversion process went quite smoothly.

Having dealt with Teng Qianjue, Murong Jingyang then turned his gaze toward Liu Wusheng, who was still struggling in the illusion on the other side.

At this moment, Liu Wusheng's state was even worse than Teng Qianjue's.

Although his cultivation was high, his years of cultivation were shorter after all; his Heart-Nature tempering and accumulation of experience were slightly insufficient, and now, lost in the illusion and unable to extricate himself, the Heart Demon backlash was even more severe.

Murong Jingyang used the same method, approaching like a phantom.

But as if sensing danger, his spiritual sense suddenly warned him, allowing Liu Wusheng to catch a glimpse of clarity in the gap between the illusion and reality.

Buzz!

The Cultivation Technique operated on its own, and the Golden Core in his Dantian suddenly trembled!

Then, a wall of crimson fire, dim but still scorching, suddenly ignited in front of him to block Murong Jingyang!

"A cornered beast still fights!"

Murong Jingyang's tone was indifferent; he didn't even deliberately cast a Spell, but with a mere thought, the pure and vast Six Desires Heavenly Devilish Qi around him surged, spreading out along his arm and condensing in the Void Realm into a demonic palm several yards large, with palm lines as clear as if they were real!

As soon as the demonic palm took shape, it carried a weird pressure that suppressed the soul, clutching downward fiercely!

Boom!!

The demonic palm collided with the fire wall, but the fire wall couldn't even last for a single breath before being completely annihilated under the demonic palm.

Then, without losing momentum, the five fingers closed, like an eagle catching a chick, easily grabbing Liu Wusheng, who no longer had any power to resist, in its palm!

Murong Jingyang's current strength, bolstered by the Six Desires Heavenly Demon Art, had long surpassed that of a normal Early Golden Core Stage cultivator; besides, Liu Wusheng was already at the end of his rope, and was no match for him at all!

"Seed Demon!"

Another rune was condensed and then cast into Liu Wusheng's Sea of Consciousness at the center of his brow.

"Ugh..."

Liu Wusheng's body twitched in the demonic palm, letting out a muffled groan, which then faded away.

The light in his eyes was like a candle in the wind, flickering a few times before being completely extinguished, replaced by a blanket of indifference.

Only after finishing all this did Murong Jingyang release the demonic palm.

Liu Wusheng's figure swayed, but he soon stabilized and likewise knelt on one knee in mid-air toward Murong Jingyang.

"Master!"

The voice was equally cold, without a shred of emotion.

Murong Jingyang ignored the two of them; with a thought, the colorful mist that had been permeating and rolling around them acted like a tide, rapidly surging back toward him, wisps of it entering his body until it finally disappeared.

The sky also returned to the eternally unchanging gray hue of the Black Sha Marsh, leaving only the mess and the ruins of broken walls in the Hu Family Territory below to tell of everything that had happened here.

Murong Jingyang stood in mid-air, looking at Teng Qianjue and Liu Wusheng kneeling respectfully before him, but there was not much joy on his face, only a sense of calm, as if he had merely completed a task for his master.

"You did well..."

Just then, a clear and peaceful voice rang out behind him without any warning.

Appearing along with the voice was a Young Taoist; he stood there quietly, his aura perfectly blending with the surroundings; if he hadn't spoken, almost no one would have been able to sense his presence.

It was as if he had been there all along, standing for a long time.