Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 142 - 142 141 The Heart is Beating

142: Chapter 141: The Heart is Beating 142: Chapter 141: The Heart is Beating He calmly pondered for a moment, but the throbbing pain in his meridians returned, yet he still refrained from releasing that immense blood energy.

It wasn’t that he was greedy and didn’t know how to make choices, but he felt that he should have a way to refine this power of fresh blood.

Baili An took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes dark as night rapidly faded, replaced by a bizarre scarlet hue.

His own dark blood power surged out through the Corpse Pearl, revealing a clear bloodline contour just above his abdomen, like a blood spider lighting up a dark node in his heart.

The human body contains Five Elements, and within it are thirty-six cultivation nodes.

Ordinary mortals can only ignite the first node at the heart to store Spiritual Power and hence embark on the Path of Practice.

The remaining thirty-five cultivation nodes depend on one’s cultivation talent and innate Talent; more ignitable nodes signify better cultivation Talent.

These thirty-six nodes naturally exist within the body and are all open, allowing for maximal potential and the sustenance of spiritual vitality.

The ordinary unignited nodes cannot store spirit.

Through internal sight, Baili An discovered that all thirty-six cultivation nodes within his body were closed and blocked, with the body’s network of meridians resembling a miniature world of mountains and rivers.

However, his miniature world was an eternal night, devoid of dawn and light.

The dark power of dark blood roamed freely in this world, as if the master of the eternal night, with the skin permeated by the Spiritual Power of heaven and earth being quickly Devoured, unable to ignite even a trace of light.

Even within the heart’s netherworld, the node that maintained the cultivation Spiritual Power was dyed a dark color and sealed, resembling an ancient rusted nail, almost fused to his motionless heart.

Now, he needed to pull that nail out!

He was already dead, his soul an unrestful dead spirit.

The moment he died, the nodes in his body could not store Spiritual Power, let alone maintain the vitality within like a normal person.

What should have been a corpse now entertained the thought of igniting a cultivation Spiritual Power node.

This was something dead spirits, corpse ghosts, corpse demons, and Evil Spirits wouldn’t even dare to consider.

Perhaps igniting that node and pulling out that rusted nail would bring immense pain.

Moreover, he didn’t know what kind of existence he would eventually become.

Because at this moment, the path he followed was inhuman.

Immortal Demons have always been mutually exclusive since ancient times—light and dark are always opposing forces.

Just like the forces of dark power and Immortal Spirit, if the two collide, there is only one way they can go—either the Immortal Spirit purifies the darkness, or the darkness Devours the Immortal Spirit.

Thus, it could be said that Baili An’s ideas and actions at this moment were both foolish and terrifying.

Because since Pangu created heaven and earth, no God Demon among All Heavens had ever dared to try such a destructive method of cultivation.

The Green Energy Python, clenching onto the Blood Energy leaking from the Corpse Pearl, surprised Baili An as the Sword Qi of the Green Python was radically different from the characteristics of dark power, emanating an aura that was clear, ancient, and righteous.

Blood Energy surged continuously, impacting the node within the heart’s netherworld.

A dull pain, as if being pierced, emanated faintly from the heart, and a look of pain appeared between Baili An’s brows as the power of dark demons clashed intensely with the Sword Qi and Blood Energy.

However, besides severe pain, he felt no threat of death.

It was possible!

Baili An no longer controlled the test and let the Corpse Pearl spin wildly, with the purest fresh blood also gushing out.

Soon, Baili An’s pale skin flushed abnormally, his cheeks and neck covered with a web-like spread of blood vessels.

The next moment, with a slight snap, a tiny crack opened in his breastplate.

However, a large amount of fresh blood spurted out, lightly splattering on the back of his hand.

It was cold.

That was the necrotic, surplus blood being expelled from his body.

Accumulated inside his body for hundreds of years, it was finally released.

This was somewhat similar to the purification and bone-cutting of a human cultivator.

Two hours passed.

The rapid spinning of the Corpse Pearl gradually slowed down until it became transparently clear and stopped moving.

And at Baili An’s heart, at last, there flickered a stardust-like, faint light.

That touch of faint light, hidden in the still, motionless heart…

Thump, thump!

A sound akin to the beating of drums came from his chest, similar to a human heartbeat.

But he was a corpse demon; his heart couldn’t possibly beat—it was the resonant frequency produced by the interwoven forces of dark demons and Immortal Spirits inside.

Just once.

Forcefully once!

It brought him a heart-wrenching, bone-scouring pain!

His vision darkened, and his body seemed unable to withstand the intense pain, collapsing to the ground where he could not breathe but could only gasp meaninglessly.

If he had directly stored that Immortal Blood in the Corpse Pearl, slowly refining it day by day, he wouldn’t have had to endure such inhuman torment and pain, and he might even have been purified and buried at any moment.

But he had, stubbornly…

used all of the power of the Immortal Blood to impact the cultivation nodes exclusive to humans.

To the myriad corpse demons, such a foolish action that was seeking death somehow really succeeded for him.

He lay on the cold ground, his scarlet eyes gradually turning pitch black, his body still trembling and convulsing due to pain, yet his gaze was eerily calm.

The deep black eyes reflected the Array Light on the ground as he slowly raised his hand to his chest.

The intense pain he just experienced gave him a sense of something distant yet familiar.

This feeling slightly moved him.

He should have created a precedent-setting miracle, yet his emotions seemed unable to stir any drastic change.

The longer he awakened, and after embedding the Shebi Corpse’s Corpse Pearl inside him, although his heart didn’t fall into Demon Path,

His physical traits and even his emotions increasingly resembled those of a cold, dead being.

As if gradually distancing from the emotions and desires typical of humans.

His sadness, anger, joy, and other emotions seemed to exist only on the surface layer of his consciousness.

Deep inside his heart, like a glacial lake frozen for a thousand years, no ripple could be stirred.

Even towards Jiujiu, despite what should not have happened between them, he knew that his feelings for her were more about responsibility.

The responsibility to protect her.

To this day, he could even faintly no longer feel the reluctance and warmth he felt when he parted from Jiujiu in the Demon Cave.

Baili An was faintly afraid, afraid of living like a cold corpse, a lost wanderer who knew only how to walk but not where he was going.