Category: My Heart was Dug Out at the Beginning, I Transplanted the Heart of the Demon Ancestor

Fang Ling followed Lan Sheng all the way to the core of the Lan Clan tribe, the Witch God Altar. This Witch God Altar is one of the two largest altars in the Miao Territory, with a history spanning over a million years, making it an unparalleled treasure in itself. On this Witch God Altar,…

The Miao Territory is neither too big nor too small. Fang Ling followed Tu Er for a whole month, passing countless tribes along the way before finally reaching the Lan Clan tribe. He didn’t waste any time on the road. During the day, he traveled, and at night, he would take out the Heavenly Plague…

Fang Ling had always sensed a strange energy emanating from her, which is why he hid in the shadows and watched as the Green-Eyed Three-Legged Toad swallowed her whole, wanting to uncover the truth. Now that he finally understood, he didn’t feel any regret. Although Dou Qin saw him as a demon, he knew her…

Dou Qin didn’t idle around either. She immediately took out a large jade bottle and began collecting the blood of the Green-Eyed Three-Legged Toad. It had just been killed, and its demon blood still had detoxifying properties. Such a large Green-Eyed Three-Legged Toad would be more than enough. Fang Ling also found something on the…

She emitted a faint green light, protecting her from the poisonous gas. “The Green-Eyed Three-Legged Toad only has the bloodline of a great demon. Generally, reaching the Mizar Realm is its limit.” “Judging by the potency of the poison, this Green-Eyed Three-Legged Toad’s cultivation should be around the mid to late Megrez Realm.” “With my…

Under Dou Qin’s treatment, the little boy named Huzi quickly improved. Not only did his body stop convulsing, but his complexion also looked much better. Seeing this, the old woman was overjoyed and tearfully kowtowed to Dou Qin in gratitude. However, Dou Qin’s face remained serious as she said, “Don’t thank me just yet, ma’am.”…

Fang Ling waved his hand, releasing the binding ropes from Dou Qin. Regaining her freedom, Dou Qin let out a sigh of relief and quickly put on her boots and socks. Fang Ling watched her silently, astonished by her cultivation level. Three years ago, she was only in the Phecda Realm, but now she had…

The old priest Mu Gu looked at the scene before him, seething with rage. The cries of battle had just begun, and so many people were already dead outside. “How dare you! I, Mu Gu, am here. Who are you?” His figure flickered and appeared in front of Fang Ling. With a single sword strike,…

“Benefactor, allow me to arrange some matters first. Tomorrow, I will accompany you to the Lan Clan tribe,” Tu Er said, glancing at Fang Ling. Since they had already found out the destination, Fang Ling wasn’t in a hurry. He nodded slightly in agreement. Suddenly, a dark-skinned man came running over in a rush. “Chieftain,…

Fang Ling didn’t rush to leave the mountain range but instead ventured deeper into it. The monkey tribe here was quite large, so there should be some valuable items. Before long, he discovered a pool of fine wine deep in the mountains. Like humans, the monkey tribe had a habit of drinking, and they were…

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three years had passed. Inside the Snow Jade Purity Bottle, Purple Bamboo twisted her waist and limbs, spinning in circles… After a long while, she nestled against Fang Ling, closing her eyes contentedly. Fang Ling gently stroked her silky hair, feeling as if these three…

Fang Ling raised his hand, and a vortex formed in his palm, instantly devouring the entire pool of the Spring of Life. The energy contained within the Spring of Life was even purer than the life essence extracted by the Gluttony Divine Art. Fang Ling directed a portion of it to his dantian, nourishing the…

Somewhere in an isolated place. The sky rumbled as crimson lightning wreaked havoc, painting half the sky red. Amidst this terrifying thunderstorm stood a handsome young man, unwavering. Endless bolts of lightning struck his body, yet he didn’t even flinch. The lightning danced around him like threads, unable to harm a single hair on his…

“` Night fell in a secluded mountain hollow. Purple Bamboo Abbess sat quietly by the fire, seemingly lost in thought. The firelight cast a warm glow on her face, making her cheeks blush slightly, adding to her allure. Since their reappearance half a month ago, the two had ventured deep into the wilderness. At this…

At this moment, within the Saramita Realm. Fang Ling gripped the Blood Sword, engaging in a frenzied slaughter. Everyone in the Blood Marsh was vying for ruthlessness and bravery; there were hardly any kind souls. To turn such a place into his private domain, he had to be even more ruthless, killing until fear gripped…

Mr. Mo quickly had the challenge letters delivered to the leaders of various factions in the Blood Marsh. Though they usually kept to themselves and even harbored animosity towards one another, the sudden emergence of Fang Ling instilled a sense of crisis among them, prompting them to unite. Three days later, on the Sunset Plains…

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure emanated from another part of the cave. Mr. Mo and the others’ faces tensed up immediately, forming a battle formation to prepare for the enemy. But Fang Ling waved his hand nonchalantly, “It’s not an enemy, it’s my mount.” Although the aura had become somewhat unfamiliar, as its master, Fang Ling…

“Thank you, Sect Master, for saving us. Otherwise, we would have perished here today,” Mr. Mo and the others hurriedly stepped forward to express their gratitude. Fang Ling nodded slightly and asked for more details. When he arrived at the Qi Tian Cave Mansion, there was actually no one outside. He thought the people from…

Fang Ling stayed at the Frozen Mountain Temple for one night and descended the mountain the next day. Instead of heading straight to the Miao Territory, he went to the Blood Marsh. After obtaining the complete Tianluo Divine Art, he became more invested in the Tianluo Sect. The Xuantian Hall had not been dealt with…

Fang Ling had just left Fat Master’s place when Flower Thief Master pulled him aside. Flower Thief Master grinned mischievously, eyeing Fang Ling up and down. “Is there something wrong?” Fang Ling felt a bit uneasy under his gaze and mumbled. “You rascal, you truly are my disciple!” Flower Thief Master laughed ambiguously. “You’ve only…