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

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…

After an unknown amount of time, Purple Bamboo Abbess groggily opened her eyes. At this moment, she was completely naked. A sudden gust of wind blew past, instantly waking her up. The faint pain in her body seemed to remind her that everything that had happened before was not a dream… At this moment, her…

“` “Husband, don’t worry, I’ve almost finished my preparations!” Suddenly, a charming and beautiful woman appeared behind Fang Ling. Her chest was exposed, revealing an alluring sight, and she held a pipa in her arms. “Drunken Dream!” she murmured, her fingers swiftly plucking the strings. Fang Ling, who had been in high spirits, suddenly collapsed…

“Truly, when it rains, it pours…” Beside a mountain stream, Fang Ling stopped in his tracks, sitting on a large rock and breathing heavily. Already tormented by the Death Wish Curse, his recent battle with the Purple Bamboo Abbess had left him in dire straits. Moreover, his poor condition seemed to have intensified the curse’s…

“Abbess, we have no past grievances, nor recent enmity. Why must you pursue me so relentlessly?” Fang Ling’s brows furrowed as he saw her giving chase. Purple Bamboo Abbess replied, “If you tell me the cultivation method of the Saramita Realm, I will let you go today!” Fang Ling laughed at her words, “You hypocritical…

Not far from Boundless City, in a desolate mountain range. Fang Ling sat cross-legged on the yellowing grass, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat drenching his clothes. After leaving Boundless City, he had planned to head straight to Feather City. Mr. Mo’s forces in the Blood Marsh were entrenched in Feather City. But…

  “Your poison is quite interesting…” Fang Ling was slightly surprised. This was the first time he had encountered a poison-using cultivator since descending the mountain. The Witch Daoist’s poison was different from the ones he had cultivated since childhood; it specifically targeted the soul! He had heard Fat Master say that there were two…

“Saramita Realm!” Seeing the cultivators in Boundless City fleeing so quickly, Fang Ling decided to directly use his Divine Power to envelop the entire city. The reason he didn’t use the Saramita Realm from the start was that maintaining the barrier consumed a lot of spiritual energy. Earlier, he wasn’t sure what level of experts…

The Blood Marsh is composed of thirty-six major cities. Each city’s scale is no less than that of Dragon City. Among these thirty-six cities, there are nine particularly special main cities. Even the smallest of the nine can be compared to the royal cities of the three surrounding kingdoms. As for the middle three and…

Fang Ling originally intended to kick her away. But then… he felt something he had never experienced before. Growing up in the Frozen Mountain Temple, he knew nothing of these matters and couldn’t help but feel a bit lost. After a bout of chaos, Emperor Shao fell into a deep sleep. Reflecting on what had…

“Since I was three years old, I began my cultivation journey.” “At the age of five, I officially stepped into the Dubhe Realm!” “At twenty-two, when I ascended the throne, I reached the Merak Realm!” “At sixty-eight, I broke through to the Phecda Realm!” “At one hundred and forty-eight, I ascended to the Megrez Realm!”…

Yun Shuiqing leaped onto the back of the Nether Beast. But before she could steady herself, the Nether Beast suddenly bolted forward at high speed. The beast’s rapid start almost threw her off, so she instinctively reached out and grabbed Fang Ling. Fang Ling, who was sitting comfortably, suddenly felt Yun Shuiqing pressing against him…