As the founder and perfecter of Devil Alchemy, Konrad's skills in that area stood leagues above that of any other pract.i.tioners. Moreover, unlike the rest, he could make use of his Truth and Life Embodiment as well as his Infiniteness Insight to magnify the results. Konrad raised his right hand, causing an eruption of black devil flames to soar from the cauldron. If before, Cacillia merely believed Konrad to be an eccentric deity, the eruption of eldritch energies convinced her otherwise. Something else, something more, something more she couldn't appraise.
"What we cultivate is the Devil Road. In Devil cultivation innate talent is secondary. The foundation is the heart. Without an inflexible Dao Heart, don't even dream of becoming a Devil. At every level, your heart will face challenges. If you wave, at best you will stop breaking through. At worse, your Devil Heart will devour you and turn you into a Loose Devil Puppet.
Such cases are not unheard of."
Konrad explained while summoning two spatial bags containing all the male Devas, Nature Spirits, Naga and Moon Spirit Slaves at his disposal. The two bags hovered above the cauldron whose billowing black flames brushed it from below.
"Devil cultivation thrives on the fell. It gathers all vices, negativity and is the most callous, depraved and destructive form of cultivation in the omniverse. Coincidently, it is also the strongest road, and will remain so until someone manages to crush my bridge and establishes a new Firmament Bridge."
As Konrad spoke, the two bags curved so that their openings faced the cauldron's blazing flames. The bags opened, released the first waves of ingredients. To Cacillia's fright, the two bags released waves upon waves of male cultivators, devas and spirits from Sages to half-step Legendary G.o.ds.
A minority had already fallen, but the rest appeared very much alive, as shown by their howls as they tumbled into the flames of the underworld. And though the screams were short-lived, the scene of hundreds of thousands of lives tumbling into a cauldron of billowing black flames shocked Cacillia to the core of her soul, and alarmed, she staggered.
But before she could backpedal, Heide's hand stopped her back, holding her firmly where she stood.
"If you can't even take this, you should forget about remaining my father's disciple and beg him to let you go somewhere far, far away."
Heide declared in a straightforward tone that Konrad didn't contradict. For an instant, Cacillia lowered her head. True, she didn't wish to remain this frail human girl unable to fight back against oppression. True, she held the world in disdain. But unlike Heide, she didn't grow up in the Imperial Jade Palace and didn't possess the chthonian lineage that made everything so much simpler to accept.
