The courtyard of Heaven Heart.
He still sat cross-legged with closed eyes, quietly meditating and comprehending.
His Slaughter Intent was just a hair's breadth away from reaching the pinnacle.
He had waited for this day for a very long time.
However, the closer his Slaughter Intent came to perfection, the less he felt the need for slaughter. Instead, what he truly required was inner peace.
Thus, over the years, Heaven Heart had rarely taken action, and even more rarely taken lives.
Who would have thought that Heaven Heart, nearing the pinnacle of cultivating Slaughter Intent, was not a bloodthirsty demon and didn't even subscribe to the philosophy of massacre?
What he cultivated was the heart!
"At this point, Heaven Heart, you can still remain so calm."
A martial artist clad in black entered the courtyard.
But Heaven Heart remained silent, saying not a word.
