This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1676 - 32: Heart of the Demon Holy (2)

Thud! Thud!

The repeated shocks caused Luo Qiantuo’s already extremely frail face to become even paler.

At the same time, an immense and unfathomable force surged toward him like a tsunami, threatening to overturn him.

If not for Luohu’s incarnation intervening, Luo Qiantuo feared he would have been left in a humiliating predicament, sprawling on the ground.

He looked up at the scene before him in utter shock, almost losing his senses.

"What is this place, and what is that?!"

A massive chunk of flesh was suspended in mid-air, strikingly unfamiliar to the eye.

It resembled a malformed giant heart, continuously contracting and expanding, producing rhythmic sounds akin to a heartbeat, full of vitality and life essence.

With each heartbeat, a vast power swept in all directions, while the chunk of flesh emitted dense Demonic Qi, almost liquefying, rendering the area ominous and dark.

The spectacle was bewildering, yet the flesh itself gleamed like red agate, surrounded by a vivid divine aura, exuding an infinite amount of sacred life force.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The heartbeat continued to echo; every beat of this bizarre yet holy heart made Luo Qiantuo’s blood surge, his veins seemingly on the verge of bursting.

"The Heart of the Demon Holy," Luohu’s incarnation explained to Luo Qiantuo.

"Demon Holy?!" Luo Qiantuo was utterly shocked, could not help but exclaim.

The Saint Realm corresponds to the Ancestral Realm in the Human Race cultivation system.

To the Demon Race, the Saint Realm is merely a legendary realm.

The Human Race had Ancestral Daoist Xia, but no Demon Holy had ever arisen for the Demon Race.

"Indeed," Luohu’s incarnation nodded and pointed at the heart, "yet it is not fully matured and still has defects."

Luo Qiantuo instinctively looked toward where Luohu’s incarnation pointed, and saw eight protruding large blood vessels on the Heart of the Demon Holy.

Only one of these large blood vessels currently had blood flowing through it, providing the energy source for the heart’s beating, while the other seven were empty.

Just one blood vessel was capable of granting the heart such immense power, what if there were eight?

This thought instinctively flashed in Luo Qiantuo’s mind, and he was instantly stunned.

"The heart is the source of the Strength of the Physical Body."

"Once the defects are filled, and the Heart of the Demon Holy is transplanted here," Luohu’s incarnation pointed at his chest, "replacing my original heart, the Heart of the Demon Holy can give birth to a Holy Demon body for me."

"This..." Listening to Luohu’s incarnation, Luo Qiantuo showed signs of horror in his eyes.

He never imagined that Luohu held such grand plans in secret and had made such progress.

Luo Qiantuo almost asked instinctively, "Would that accomplish the Saint Realm?"

"Of course not; achieving the Saint Realm is no easy feat—this is merely half of the process," Luohu’s incarnation answered candidly, then displayed a peculiar smile, "the other half is nearly complete."

"What’s the other half?" Luo Qiantuo sensed there was more than meets the eye, yet curious to the point his heart almost burst, he followed up with more questions.

"Our Demon Race cultivates the Physical Body, but the path of cultivation is like rowing a boat across a sea of suffering. The Physical Body is the boat, and the Spirit is the person inside the boat. To cross the sea of Wuya to reach the other side, a good boat must be combined with a skilled helmsman," Luohu’s incarnation didn’t mind explaining his understanding to Luo Qiantuo.

"That’s just your assumption," Luo Qiantuo replied.

The Saint Realm had not been reached; it was still an unknown path, and what Luohu’s incarnation said today were merely his own guesses, his own judgments, with no way of knowing if they were correct.

Yet Luohu somehow exuded immense confidence, believing the path he was forging was the right one.

"I already possess the Saint Realm Spirit," Luohu didn’t elaborate on the origin of his Saint Realm Spirit, only continued talking to himself, "and precisely because of the Saint Realm Spirit, I am increasingly sure my ideas are correct."

"That woman is not my rival, with her current strength greatly inferior to mine," Luohu was referring to Xia Daoyun, "I couldn’t keep her because my current Physical Body could not bear my Spirit."

"I can sense my Spirit’s strength; once unleashed, it possesses world-destroying power. But due to the Spirit’s overwhelming potency, constrained by the Physical Body, I am hindered when taking action, unable to operate as desired."

"The Saint Realm and a top-tier Demon Lord appear only a step apart, but one is heaven, and the other is earth..."

"There’s no comparison between the two," Luohu’s incarnation continued, "but explaining to you is pointless; only through experiencing the Saint Realm’s might can you truly comprehend."

"For example...." Luohu’s incarnation suddenly chuckled, "Were you curious about how you came here silently without realizing until now?"

Luo Qiantuo was startled, then suddenly realized, "The Saint Realm Spirit?!"

"Exactly...the Saint Realm Spirit’s power. Even constrained by the Physical Body, I cannot unleash more than one percent of its power, but it’s enough to deceive you, Luo Qiantuo, completely."

Luo Qiantuo seemed to understand something, suddenly fell silent, closed his lips and said no more.

But Luohu’s incarnation, having opened up, was unwilling to stop just yet.

"Do you know how to nurture a flawless Heart of the Demon Holy?"

When he saw Luo Qiantuo had not replied, he continued on his own.

"Asura, Giant Spirit, Void, War Demon, Northern Barbarian, Heart Demon, Thunder Beast, Nightmare—collectively known as the Eight Great Holy Demon Clans..."

"Holy Demon and Demon Holy—aren’t they interchangeable?"

"To achieve the Heart of the Demon Holy, one must first gather the Eight Great Holy Demon Bloodlines!"

"Even the Asura Clan won’t be spared, all for a chance that is fundamentally uncertain?" Luo Qiantuo demanded.

"Hahaha..." Luohu’s incarnation laughed heartily and asked, "If it were you, faced with such an opportunity to become Holy, would you spare the Asura Clan?"

"I wouldn’t...." Luo Qiantuo remained silent for a long time, as if he had lost all his strength.

"As long as you understand me," Luohu’s incarnation confidently said, "then I have to trouble you, Luo Qiantuo, to contribute to this Heart of the Demon Holy."

As his words fell.

The resplendent Heart of the Demon Holy beat powerfully, then shot out a blood-colored divine light, encompassing Luo Qiantuo with demonic flames.

In that instant, already severely injured and incredibly frail, Luo Qiantuo felt himself invaded by an indescribable, irresistibly powerful force, and instantly became unrecognizable, twisted flesh, merging into that crystalline heart.

Soon after, his bones and flesh transformed into "residue" and were discarded, falling onto the ground beneath the Heart of the Demon Holy, leaving only pure blood behind.

It was the Asura Bloodline, a top-tier Demon Lord’s Asura Bloodline.

It flowed into one of the seven empty blood vessels.

Moments later, a tangible bloodline appeared in that large blood vessel, flickering with a blood-red glow.

"Don’t say I’m ungrateful to my kin, at least I let you die knowing," Luohu’s incarnation muttered to the bloodline within the vessel, then tossed his right hand, allowing bursts of blood-colored spheres to fly out, merging into the vessel.

Soon, blood began to form within the vessel and started flowing.

Thud!!

With the revival of the second blood vessel, the Heart of the Demon Holy’s heartbeat became increasingly strong, its life’s essence even more immense and grand.

"Still not enough," Luohu’s incarnation squinted slightly at that blood vessel, although the blood flowed continuously, it wasn’t enough to fill the vessel, "the quality is sufficient, but the quantity is lacking."

The Heart of the Demon Holy’s nurturing requires top-tier quality and substantial quantity.

Evidently, this quantity is still insufficient and cannot fully sanctify the second vessel.

"It’s only a matter of time."

The hardest step was done; quantity, for Luohu, was no longer a daunting challenge.

"Eight parts, two completed..." He glanced at the other six empty large blood vessels on the crystalline heart, murmuring to himself, with a voice embodying both demon and holy.