Chapter 93: The Desecrated Altar

  At this time, Ding Yan was about a hundred steps away from the magic stele. He looked up and saw that the ghostly patterns on it were clearly imprinted in his mind.

  Ghost strokes are a kind of writing, to be precise, a lost ancient script. Even Ding Yan couldn't understand the meaning of these ghost strokes, because this script belongs only to this world, and in his previous life's world, there was no record of such a script.

  Rumble...

  A low rumble of thunder echoed through the sky once again.

  Ding Yan knew that the real arrival of the heavenly calamity was estimated to be only about two hours away. He looked up and saw that the sky above was still dark, with no sign of thunderclouds. The entire city of Mangshi was sealed off by the terrifying aura emitted by the magic stele, even the scattered immortals were temporarily blocked outside.

  With a flick of his sleeve, dozens of talismans flew out from his sleeve.

  The void arranged itself, transforming into a primary symbol array. Then, Ding Yan took out the incense burner obtained from the Wheel of Rebirth and hung it above his head. As soon as the incense burner was lit, a gentle power merged with the painting scroll, minimizing the influence of the magic stele. Seeing this, Ding Yan let out a sigh of relief, then closed his eyes, and his spirit sank into his body.

  On the pitch-black square.

  The scroll and the broken tripod emitted a blue glow, making them particularly eye-catching. Under the impact of the Devil's Tablet aura, both were constantly shaking, like a small boat in the deep sea, as if they would be capsized by the waves at any moment.

  It's absolutely impossible to leave at this time, the Blood Path person is guarding outside, and going out will definitely be killed by him.

  So Ding Yan set up a spiritual gathering array, sank into his heart space, and began to exterminate the demon in his heart.

  This trip to the City of Death was mainly for the purpose of eliminating that fearful demon in his heart. Now that he had obtained the relic left behind by Huang Quan Old Immortal, this demon born from the dispute over Huang Quan Old Immortal's treasure could naturally be eliminated.

  Mute operation of the universe way, Ding Yan's mind sank into the heart space.

  Everything gradually returned to darkness.

  The Heart Demon Slaying Mantra is a special technique of the Qiankun Dao Jing. It is neither a magical technique nor a Taoist technique.

  Deep in consciousness, it's all chaotic.

  Whether it is consciousness or immortal recognition, they are all powers derived from the soul, just like the yuan force cultivated by the flesh body. Consciousness is also a kind of energy. Ding Yan's previous life had reached the cultivation of the pre-Tribulation period, so the power of his soul would not be weak at all, and it was not very strenuous to display the Heart Demon Slaying Technique.

  In the darkness, Ding Yan's consciousness was like a wisp of fog, drifting constantly.

  It was unknown how long it had been, but in the dark and twisted place, Ding Yan's consciousness appeared on a vast and empty land.

  The ground is parched earth.

  Not far away, a ghostly figure in black robes floated there, and as soon as Ding Yan's consciousness appeared, the ghost suddenly raised its head. The pale face was surprisingly identical to Ding Yan's.

  "Don't go into the Death Castle at all costs, you'll die!"

  "Even with higher cultivation, one must have a life to enjoy it; otherwise, it's better to live in seclusion and eke out a meager existence..."

  "I was originally a Tribulation Cultivator, rather than wasting time searching for treasures, I'd better retreat and recover to the peak of my cultivation."

  "I've had enough of this powerless life, like an ant."

  "I want to recover my cultivation!"

  "Qiankun Sect, I will definitely return..."

  Wow!!

  The ghostly figure let out an eerie laugh and its body suddenly exploded into pieces.

  Suddenly, countless dark shadows dispersed and floated in various parts of this space. A cacophony of voices echoed within Ding Yan's mind, shaking his Dao heart. Ding Yan's consciousness turned into a human form in the void and descended. Scanning the twisted human shadows around him, he roughly estimated that there were over three hundred of them.

  Ding Yan's eyes flickered "The heart demon is invisible, but under my deliberate attention, so many have evolved..."

  Ding Yan, reborn once more, how rich is his experience?

  However, in such a situation, so many demons have evolved, it can be imagined that in the consciousness space of Dingyan in his previous life, how many demons existed.

  Heart demon is not intentionally produced without reason, only when there is such a desire in your subconscious mind, the heart demon will be produced. For example, a beggar who is starving to death will absolutely produce a heart demon of desire for food in his subconscious mind. Similarly, someone who holds a high position will also have a heart demon of desire for power deep in their heart.

  Desire gives rise to heart demons.

  He drew in his breath, and Ding Yan's gaze fell on the dozens of ghostly shadows at the very front.

  These dozens of heart demons, are all derived from the fear generated by this time. A spiritual loophole does not necessarily only produce one heart demon, just like these heart demons, although they were all produced by fear, but their essence is also different. There are fears, escapes, and madness...

  Consciousness body Ding speech shadow rotation a circle, turned into a whirlwind, wrapped up those dozens of ghost shadows.

  These dozens of heart demons struggled incessantly, but were transformed into whirlwinds by Ding Yan's words, like a supreme old demon, swallowing each one with ease. Every time he swallowed a heart demon, Ding Yan could feel the growth of his soul power. After swallowing dozens of heart demons, Ding Yan's consciousness became much clearer.

  After the demon of fear was swallowed, the noisy ghost shadows around him turned into black dots and gathered towards the center. Before long, they reassembled into the previous black-robed ghost shadow.

  His face twisted in extreme anger.

  It's clear that Ding Yan has devoured a part of the Heart Demon, causing it some damage.

  Bang...

  The dark shadow exploded, countless black dots scattered, and Ding Yan's consciousness was also squeezed out of that space.

  Darkness invaded, Ding Yan's consciousness returned once again to his soul...

  Opened his eyes, and let out a long sigh.

  After annihilating the heart demon, Ding Yan's mental state cultivation had improved significantly, and a mysterious aura emanated from his body.

  "It's a pity that I couldn't devour the remaining heart demons, otherwise my consciousness intensity might have recovered to its previous life level......" Heart demons can't be devoured at will, only when you meet the requirements of annihilating heart demons, after casting the Annihilate Heart Demon Technique, will you be transported to that heart demon space.

  Moreover, in that space, you can only eliminate the heart demons that can be eliminated. Other heart demons, even if you want to eliminate them, cannot be done. Because these desires are still lurking in your inner heart, even if you swallow them, they will not last long and will regenerate, and they will become stronger.

  Creaking...

  A shrill sound suddenly rang out, pulling Ding Yan's attention back.

  As I looked up, a thick layer of black fog had appeared on the magic stele at some point. The altar at the bottom of the magic stele was shaking, as if some of the text on it had been destroyed. The ear-piercing sound from before was the result of the black fog being unable to find a breakthrough and crashing against the black stone of the altar.

  "That is..." Ding Yan looked towards the altar.

  On the altar, the black fog twisted and turned, constantly seeping the aura of the magic stele into the ground. However, after the appearance of the black fog, the array on the altar was clearly insufficient, so the range of the altar expanded again, and the protruding black stones beside it flashed and absorbed the power of the magic stele together with the array.

  The place where the sound came from was a raised black stone in the lower left corner.

  This place, the originally protruding black stone has disappeared, leaving only half a broken piece of rock. The demonic energy crashes against it, unable to penetrate, so it keeps making ear-piercing sounds.

  This nameless black stone was actually broken in two by someone using a powerful technique!