No more sign of life.

Once the main body dies, the soul fragment also perishes.

"Just as I thought..." Lu Qingshan murmured as he witnessed the scene.

It seemed that his first purpose for coming here was accomplished—he could now basically determine the relationship between the heart demon's main body and its soul fragments.

With this in mind, Lu Qingshan acted swiftly. Dragon Sparrow led the way, burrowing into the ground, cutting through the black lotus's roots, and directly severing the black lotus, then storing it inside a mustard seed.

The black lotus's roots are regarded as the sacred Heart Lotus by the Demon Race in the Incessant Domain.

This is extremely beneficial for cultivators aiming to break through the limits of their primordial spirit and is an exceptional treasure that Lu Qingshan would not waste.

Boom!

Almost simultaneously, two demons and three beasts appeared in this area, rushing out.

During Lu Qingshan's previous battle, he did not intend to conceal his presence, so the surrounding heart demons were alarmed, quickly sending out soul fragments to kill Lu Qingshan.

Even though this was not yet the core area, it was a hiding place for the Heart Demon Clan, where even the weakest stationed were of the Eighth Grade Triple Cast, not to be underestimated.

"Only you five?" Lu Qingshan's eyes were deep, and the Dragon Sparrow Sword paused in front of him, then in the next instant, like a thunderbolt, it tore through the air with a sonic boom.

His voice was calm yet extremely arrogant.

As Eighth Grade Demonic Cultivators, being scorned by a single Integration Cultivator of the Human Race made these five heart demon soul fragments cold with murder intent.

A battle ensued once again, the ground cracking in the fierce clash, divine light shining continuously.

Lu Qingshan dared to come alone, naturally being prepared. How could a few heart demon soul fragments, equivalent to First Tribulation Realm cultivators, possibly stop him?

In the end, the five heart demon soul fragments all perished, an appalling sight.

Lu Qingshan continued forward, soon seeing five unoccupied black lotuses.

Apparently, these were the lotuses of the heart demon soul fragments he had previously slain, so terrified they abandoned their lotuses and fled.

Lu Qingshan scoffed, indifferent, collecting these five black lotuses as well into the mustard seed before venturing deeper into this territory.

In the heavily hierarchical demon race, there are strict divisions even among the same clan; the further one goes, the purer the heart demon bloodline, and the stronger the power.

Yet, for Lu Qingshan at this moment, this was insignificant.

The Heart Demon Clan bled, stirring up a great storm.

After defeating the fourth wave of enemies encountered, Lu Qingshan finally raised his head cautiously, pausing his actions momentarily.

He sensed that the Peach Blossom Mark he had imprinted on Huang Yang was rapidly approaching him.

"Finally, are the true experts making their move?" Lu Qingshan muttered.

Indeed, several black lights sliced through the air, four heart demon soul fragments of varying forms and different races appeared ahead.

Among them, three were of the cultivation level of a Triple Cast Demon Lord, equivalent to Third Tribulation Realm cultivators.

And judging from the aura they emitted, they were not just simple Triple Cast Realm but among the elite of that realm.

As for the remaining one, it was an old acquaintance—Huang Yang, whom Lu Qingshan deliberately let go.

"It's him, the one who killed Lord Tian Mang!" Huang Yang exclaimed immediately upon seeing Lu Qingshan.

"Who would have thought it was you..." A heart demon soul fragment's eyes blazed, and its presence grew even more powerful.

Clearly, they had been searching for Lu Qingshan all along, not willing to let him escape, wanting to capture him to avenge Lord Tian Mang.

Who would have thought that the elusive Lu Qingshan would find their stronghold and boldly come to attack.

"You owe a life to my clan, now it's time to repay it." Another heart demon soul fragment said coldly, its eyes intensely watching.

This heart demon soul fragment took the form of a demon beast, its body enormously large, with eyes like massive doors, menacing and fierce, speaking human words.

"What courage, a Seventh Realm cultivator, to slay our Lord Tian Mang, and now dare to intrude here alone, I admire your bravery!" The last heart demon soul fragment gritted its teeth as if a beast ready to devour.

Its appearance was also of the Demon Race, with a Netherworld Demon Clan bloodline.

In the Abyss, it was a rare race, only a Seventh Grade bloodline, incomparable to his main body's Eighth Grade heart demon bloodline.

But the Netherworld Demon Clan had a unique innate ability—its body could become ethereal, nearly immune to all physical damage, which made him choose to soul snatch it as a soul fragment.

"Remove the root to prevent regrowth," Lu Qingshan's reply to their threats was chilling.

The Netherworld Demonic Cultivator burst into laughter out of anger.

Because, no matter how astonishing a Seventh Realm cultivator is, no matter how exceptionally talented, perhaps they could leap realms to kill an initial Eighth Grade demonic cultivator, but absolutely couldn't fight a peak Eighth Grade master across a major realm, certain death awaited.

"I am curious to see what abilities you possess to boast so!" The heart demon soul fragment shaped as a demon beast shouted, taking the first action.

Lu Qingshan did not dodge but charged forward, meeting the attack head-on.

"Three Flowers Gathering at the Top!"

He lightly parted his lips.

In the next moment, his primordial spirit within the sea of consciousness released divine sense power, continuously surging out, merging with his element force.

Instantly, his elemental power foundation surged to seventy hundred thousand, reaching the level of a Third Tribulation Realm cultivator.

The three other heart demon counterparts at the Triple Cast Realm watched Lu Qingshan coldly, surprised inside, but since the battle had already begun, they no longer wasted words.