Chapter 760: Cultivation Complete – Battle Intent Demon Heart
"Nine Nether Flame Sparrow…"
Staring at the crimson giant bird in the sky, the Intention Demon King's expression grew uncharacteristically grave as he muttered under his breath.
As a powerhouse of the Intention Demon Clan, he knew very well what the Nine Nether Flame Sparrow represented—one of the most formidable divine beast clans in the Great Thousand World.
"You've managed to find yourself quite the helper," the Intention Demon King remarked, glancing down at Lin Langtian.
Lin Langtian said nothing. In this realm of will, he had no illusions—he was nowhere near strong enough to defeat the Intention Demon King alone.
They simply weren't on the same level.
And he didn't consider it shameful to seek help against a figure who had stood at the very peak of power even in ancient times.
After all, summoning such a helper was a form of strength in itself.
To defeat this will, only Aunt Ling, who had once been a fellow Earth Sovereign at her peak, would suffice.
"Still… even that helper may not be enough," the Intention Demon King said with a cold smile.
A frosty light flickered in his eyes as he slowly rose from the black throne.
"Nine Nether Flame Sparrow, I didn't expect us to meet again like this," he said, staring at Aunt Ling. "If I recall correctly, I took part in the invasion of the Divine Beast Continent back then. Quite a few members of your clan died by my hand."
His smile twisted, full of killing intent.
"Despicable extraterritorial scum," Aunt Ling snapped, fury flashing across her alluring features. "Let your blood today repay the souls of my Nine Nether Sparrow clan's fallen ancestors."
Her eyes slid shut.
In the instant her lids closed, a tide of crimson flame surged out from behind her like a breaking dam.
"Hmph."
The Intention Demon King snorted.
His body blurred, transforming into a seemingly endless demonic serpent coiled across the heavens. The raw force radiating from him made the entire space tremble.
"Will Moves with the Heart—Serpent of Demons!"
A flood of black light swept outward, and a hissing roar tore through the air as a titanic serpent, ten thousand meters long, took form above.
Its pitch-black body writhed like a beast from hell, the space around it cracking under the weight of its aura.
Watching that world-shattering strike, Lin Langtian's expression darkened.
The Intention Demon King wasn't interested in toying with anyone—he'd opened with a killing blow.
If that attack were aimed at Lin Langtian alone, he would have been expelled from the will-space instantly.
The serpent coiled, then lashed out.
Its tail, thousands of meters long, tore through space and slammed downward toward Aunt Ling.
Rumble!
The land below shattered for tens of thousands of meters, collapsing into a vast chasm.
Yet despite the devastation, Aunt Ling's bewitching features showed no hint of retreat.
Flames roared behind her, and her clear voice rang out like a bell.
"Nine Nether Flame."
Cry!
A piercing avian cry split the sky as the crimson giant bird spread its cloud-like wings.
It cut through the air in a blazing arc and met the crashing serpent tail head-on.
Boom!
The two colossal forms collided like mountains crashing together, unleashing a blast of power that stormed outward like a hurricane.
The destructive energy rolling through the battlefield was so intense that even Lin Langtian had to brace himself, demonic power surging to shield his body.
Squinting through the storm, he saw red flame flooding the sky. Within that inferno, the serpent's silhouette reared, spitting demonic light that clashed again and again with the burning sea.
But in the end, the crimson blaze proved dominant.
The demonic radiance flickered like a candle in a gale, weakening bit by bit until it finally winked out entirely.
At that moment, the flames abruptly stilled, then shrank at incredible speed, withdrawing into Aunt Ling's body in just a few breaths.
Darkness peeled back.
Light returned to the world, and silence fell once more.
But Lin Langtian knew the outcome of that exchange had already been decided.
Those titans' clash had been as close and savage as a battle could be.
In the sky, the Intention Demon King's face had gone pale.
He wiped away a thread of blood at the corner of his mouth before raising his gaze to Aunt Ling, shock finally showing in his eyes.
"An upper Earth Sovereign? Your peak self was an upper Earth Sovereign!"
His voice shook.
Though both were Earth Sovereigns, the realm was divided into lower, middle, and upper levels—with a chasm between each.
Even if both of them now existed only as remnant wills, his peak had been that of a lower Earth Sovereign, while the Nine Nether Flame Sparrow had stood among the upper echelon.
The difference between them was absolute.
Lin Langtian sucked in a sharp breath.
So Aunt Ling hadn't been an ordinary Earth Sovereign at all—but one of the upper tier.
Her status within the Nine Nether Sparrow clan must have been unimaginably high.
On the Heaven-Earth Continent, all known Earth Sovereigns were of the lower tier.
An upper Earth Sovereign, by contrast, could unify the continent and become a true hegemon.
The weight of that title was staggering.
He had always assumed Aunt Ling had been a "mere" Earth Sovereign. Only now did he realize just how terrifying her actual peak had been.
Relief washed through him.
He had expected her to struggle against the Intention Demon King, but as an upper Earth Sovereign facing a lower one, even in the realm of will, she held an insurmountable advantage.
In this battlefield of minds, she already stood on unshakable ground.
"Today, you will pay for the sins of your past," Aunt Ling said coldly, her eyes like shards of ice.
The destruction of the Divine Beast Continent had left a scar in every divine beast's heart.
Knowing that this man had taken part in that slaughter, Aunt Ling could barely contain the killing intent in her gaze.
"You dream of killing me," the Intention Demon King snarled. "But I will not die here."
He might have accepted that she'd once stood above him—but not that he would be erased without a fight.
Roar!
The demonic light around him convulsed, and a chilling roar echoed from the sky.
Before Lin Langtian's eyes, the serpent-like form ballooned again, swelling to one hundred thousand meters in length.
It had become a monstrous creature resembling a serpent, pitch-black and wreathed in seething demonic energy.
Nine enormous heads sprouted from its shoulders, each twisted with savage malice.
Its sheer presence warped the space around it, forcing the air itself to bend.
"Nine Nether Flame Sparrow—Demon-Slaying Strike!"
Aunt Ling's expression turned frigid. Her hands flew through a series of seals, and her already scarlet eyes grew molten, like magma flowing behind her pupils.
Cry!
A new storm of flames erupted, exploding upward as a clear birdsong filled the air.
The inferno gathered above her head, condensing into a giant blazing bird tens of thousands of meters tall.
The power radiating from it was enough to chill the soul.
Boom!
The titanic firebird unleashed a deafening cry, its wings sweeping out in a wave.
Oceanic flames surged forward, then compressed, shrinking into a flaming pillar that blazed with crystalline brilliance.
The column was nearly solid, glowing like a giant gemstone—yet the energy packed within it was annihilating in its intensity.
Roar!
The nine-headed serpent bellowed in response, maws gaping as black energy poured forth like waterfalls.
It too solidified into a column of pure destruction.
Boom!
The twin beams ripped through space like colliding meteors, slamming together with endless force.
Ripples of power defied description.
The original rifts in space, already tens of thousands of meters long, were torn even wider, swelling to cover hundreds of thousands of meters as the will-space itself buckled under the strain.
"Cut down the demon."
Aunt Ling's eyes gleamed as her voice thundered through the void.
The flaming giant bird shrieked and hurled itself at the nine-headed serpent.
Boom!
When they collided, the force of the impact reverberated across the entire realm.
Under that crushing assault, the nine-headed serpent disintegrated almost at once.
Its demonic aura evaporated like smoke on the wind, and the Intention Demon King's true form appeared again.
"Ah!"
He stared up at the onrushing firebird, raw terror flooding his eyes.
For the first time, he truly felt death closing in.
"This king will not die here!"
His roar echoed with bitter unwillingness, but it changed nothing.
The blazing bird did not slow.
It slammed into him with merciless force.
Boom!
His body shattered instantly, fragments dissolving into the turbulent energy now spilling out across the sky.
As it faded, so too did the last traces of the Intention Demon King.
The ancient terror who had once led assaults against the Heaven-Earth Continent was finally erased in this battle of wills.
"Haa…"
When he vanished, Aunt Ling's form wavered.
She drifted slowly down, her face pale with exhaustion.
Lin Langtian hurried forward, reaching out to steady her. "Aunt Ling, are you alright?"
"Don't worry. It's only been too long since I last fought. The strain was… considerable," she replied, shaking her head. "The rest is up to you. I'll need to sleep for a while."
With that, her body dissolved into a streak of flame and vanished.
Lin Langtian pressed his lips together.
Guilt pricked at him, and a hard resolve settled in his eyes.
He would seize the Kun God's blood essence in the Dragon Kun Realm—no matter the cost—and use it to help Aunt Ling rebuild her body.
As he swore this silently, the will-space around him began to crumble.
A moment later, his awareness snapped back into his physical form.
The black heart still rested in his hand.
Now that the Intention Demon King's will had been completely erased, it lay quiet and still, awaiting its new master.
Lin Langtian's eyes burned.
It was time to forge the Battle Intent Demon Heart.
Recalling the refining process in his mind, he drew a deep breath and began forming seals.
…
Deep within the black demonic sea, no light shone and no sound stirred.
Down here, time itself seemed to have lost meaning.
Lin Langtian sat cross-legged, motionless as old stone, encased in darkness.
He had remained like this for more than ten days now, refining the heart.
At some point in the process, the black heart in his hand had vanished, slipping wholly into his chest.
To complete the Battle Intent Demon Heart, he had to fuse his own heart with that of the Intention Demon—and, in the process, claim the clan's terrifying power.
Simple in theory.
Deadly in practice.
Three more days trickled by.
At last, Lin Langtian's tightly shut eyes trembled slightly… and opened.
His face was calm, revealing nothing of success or failure.
Then the corners of his lips lifted in a small, confident smile.
He rose to his feet and clenched his hands into fists.
Thump.
The black heart in his chest throbbed once, hard.
An invisible wave of power rippled out, laced with a strange, devouring force.
Under its touch, both human will and raging battle intent would be nothing more than fuel.
Lin Langtian brushed a hand across his chest, then stretched lazily.
The Battle Intent Demon Heart… was complete.
(END CHAPTER)
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