Night fell, and the candlelight on the golden chalice flickered, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.
In the dancing firelight, the shadows of the five people intertwined chaotically.
"You all noticed it, didn't you?" the Old Monk asked, raising his head slightly.
"Little Fang Ling's heartbeat is getting weaker and weaker… it should be stopping soon."
Zhao Manzi: "The demon ancestor's heart's Possession has failed repeatedly over the years. I estimate it wants to give up and doesn't want little Fang Ling to absorb its energy for nothing anymore."
"Although the demon ancestor's heart is fused with the Chaotic Holy Body, its consciousness still exists. If it's not eradicated, it will always be a major hidden danger," the Big Fatty said in a deep voice.
Sword Demon: "The problem now is that the demon ancestor's heart isn't cooperating. If it stops beating, little Fang Ling probably won't live long."
The Flower Thief scratched his ears and cheeks, wanting to say something, but couldn't come up with an idea.
"Is there any way to force it to beat?" he asked.
No one spoke. With their abilities, there was little in the world that could stump them.
But precisely this matter was beyond their power, as it involved something at a height they had never reached.
"I will help him extend his life. Extending it for several hundred years is no problem," Zhao Manzi said in a deep voice.
"Extend his life for several hundred years?" The Flower Thief chuckled, "Manzi, you're trying to put your life's cultivation into it."
"You've only raised him for a few years, and you've actually developed feelings?"
Zhao Manzi looked at him and chuckled.
"I wonder who it was that secretly injected Origin Qi into little Fang Ling's body yesterday, wanting to restore his normal heartbeat."
"Unfortunately, it was like throwing a meat bun to a dog; not only was it useless, it also allowed the demon ancestor's heart to recover some Origin Qi," he said.
The Flower Thief immediately became anxious, jumping up and down: "I was just playing around!"
"I have plenty of Origin Qi, what's wrong with playing around?"
"Alright, stop arguing, or you'll wake up the little fellow," the Old Monk raised his hand, signaling the Flower Thief to sit properly.
Suddenly, the five people seemed to sense something unusual, and their expressions changed abruptly.
They instantly arrived at Fang Ling's room.
"Huh? Master, why aren't you sleeping?"
Fang Ling was fiddling with a ball of black Qi in his hand, blinking at his five suddenly appearing Masters.
The Old Monk and the others stared at the ball of black Qi in his hand, their eyes wide with shock, unable to speak.
This ball of black Qi in Fang Ling's hand was precisely the remnant thought of the demon ancestor's heart, which was the demon ancestor's heart's consciousness!
At this moment, this wisp of remnant thought was actually stripped away!
"Little Fang Ling, what is this in your hand…?" the Old Monk asked.
Fang Ling: "Recently, I've always felt uncomfortable in my heart, feeling stuffy."
"Just now, I was asleep, and then suddenly I felt uncomfortable again, which woke me up."
"I felt like something was blocking my heart, so I got it out."
"How did you get it out?" the Sword Demon asked.
"It was hiding inside and wouldn't come out, so I forced it out, and it came out!" Fang Ling gestured with his hand.
"This thing looks uncomfortable, I want to throw it away, but it keeps sticking to me."
"Master, can you help me get rid of it?!"
The Old Monk let out a soft "hmm" and extended his left hand.
A golden Swastika appeared in his palm.
He extended his hand, and the ball of black Qi immediately made sizzling sounds, quickly dissipating and disappearing.
"Wow! Master, this Swastika Mantra is so powerful, I want to learn it quickly too!" Fang Ling's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Go to sleep first!" The Old Monk smiled kindly and raised his hand to pat his little head.
Then, the five people instantly disappeared from the room again, returning to the main hall.
No one spoke; they just looked at each other.
After a long while, the Flower Thief laughed: "This little brat, we worried for nothing."
"So the Chaotic Holy Body is this strong, it really is unexpected."
Zhao Manzi: "His Physique mutated a long time ago."
"Back then, the Holy Body was incomplete, so it was supplemented with the demon ancestor's heart."
"The demon ancestor's heart is eternally indestructible and can provide endless energy."
"The incomplete Holy Body absorbed frantically, and after several years of development, it not only recovered its Origin Qi but also surpassed its previous state."
"You still don't know, his Blood Eye is stable and possesses extremely terrifying power."
"Oh? Tell me more," the Sword Demon said curiously.
"According to my judgment, his Blood Eye can distort space, and can even directly open space!" Zhao Manzi said in a deep voice.
"In future battles, he can easily dismantle enemy attacks."
"He can even directly banish the opponent to the Limitless Void, achieving victory without bloodshed!"
"And his two excavated precious bones have also almost fully recovered," Zhao Manzi added.
"From these two precious bones, I saw the most primitive runes."
"Heh heh, those little thieves who gouged out his heart, eyes, and bones back then would never have dreamed that little Fang Ling is not only alive but has become even more terrifying," the Flower Thief chuckled.
"With his potential, it's highly possible for him to surpass that White Emperor in the future."
"All of us were defeated by White Emperor. If we can train a Disciple who can defeat him, it would be a great source of pride!"
"The most terrifying thing about this little fellow isn't his Physique, but his Comprehension Ability," the White-browed Old Monk said lightly.
"He learned Manzi's Star River Boundless Fist in two years."
"I estimate that in another three years, this Old Monk's Swastika Mantra will also be mastered."
"Actually… this little fellow learned my Divine Travel Step last year," the Flower Thief mumbled softly.
Upon hearing this, the Big Fatty's eyes widened, and he snorted coldly: "You scoundrel, you said you wouldn't teach him any Divine Ability, but you secretly taught him the Divine Travel Step behind our backs!"
The Flower Thief gave a sheepish smile, silently daring not to speak.
They had agreed that they wouldn't teach him cultivation before he was three years old, and would only start after that.
However, he violated the rules, secretly teaching little Fang Ling his Divine Travel Step as soon as he learned to walk.
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That night, Fang Ling slept very soundly.
He had never slept as comfortably as he did last night.
Every day for the past five years, he had actually been having the same dream.
He dreamt of being gouged out of his heart, eyes, and bones, and no matter how much he begged for mercy, the other party wouldn't let him go.
He had repeated this dream countless times, often waking up in the middle of the night in a fright.
This sleep lasted directly until noon the next day.
He was sleeping soundly, dreaming that he was eating delicious food.
But suddenly, a cold, stern voice pulled him back from his dream to reality.
"What time is it already?" the Sword Demon stood by the bed, looking at him with a serious expression.
Fang Ling was dazzled by the strong light coming from outside and mumbled, "Last night was too good to sleep, I actually didn't have that nightmare."
"You won't have that nightmare again," the Sword Demon said lightly.
The reason Fang Ling had repeatedly experienced this nightmare over the years was due to the demon ancestor's heart's mischief.
Now that the demon ancestor's heart's consciousness had been completely erased, he naturally wouldn't repeat that nightmare anymore.
"Really? That's great!" Fang Ling was overjoyed and immediately climbed out of bed.