Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1045 - Chapter 1045 Chapter 1049 The Heart Demons of Gods

Chapter 1045: Chapter 1049: The Heart Demons of Gods Chapter 1045: Chapter 1049: The Heart Demons of Gods For the people, terror lurked within the night.

Each night was hard to get through in peace. Even a cat’s meow coming from the yard could be some strange creature of the night, silently approaching those who had forgotten to place divine symbols on their doors.

And for the deities, the long nights were apt to nurture heart demons. Many deities, in their cultivation process, might have done things that defied the Heavenly Dao. Even if they later disciplined themselves strictly and constantly used their strong willpower to resist the expansion of the heart demons, the chilling darkness and sinister energy of night were the dew that nurtured the heart demons.

Heart demons always resided within the divine souls of each deity, like a healthy body accumulating bad habits over time, eventually becoming chronic illnesses. Not to mention those deities that were already twisted in nature, filled with hatred, resentment, frustration, humiliation, greed…

Deities couldn’t keep themselves untainted through the long night.

“Gathering spiritual energy at night can easily incorporate the sinister breath of darkness into your body, which is akin to internal pollution.”

“And yet, this very pollution can accelerate your cultivation speed compared to other times.”

“Deities need to cultivate. Darkness compresses the cultivation time available to all deities, and those with less resolute hearts cannot filter out the sinister breath of the night, resulting in many becoming addicted to it as if they were smoking tobacco, beginning to cultivate at night and even feeling an excited rush only during the night.”

Mr. Jinli began to seriously explain the dangers brought by the long night beside Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang was also affected by the night.

The Spirit Realm of a Dragon Shepherd needed to gather spiritual energy, but the spiritual energy at night was essentially polluted by darkness. The occasional breath might not be a concern, but over time, it was easy for the Dragon Beasts to develop dark illnesses.

Fortunately, Zhu Minglang had the Yama Dragon and the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon.

Being Yin Dragons, these creatures fed on the spiritual energy Zhu Minglang gathered at night.

However, Yin Dragons were not common in this world, and they were challenging to tame, so not all the God and Mortal beings and Dragon Shepherds could handle it the way Zhu Minglang could.

…

The long night was desolate and silent.

Somehow, Zhu Minglang also felt an unexplained irritability rising within him.

It was like during the hottest month of summer. Instead of enjoying the scent of flowers on Fragrant Mountain or listening to the waves in the forest sea, an endless rainy season trapped you under the eaves, away from the sunlight, until you could almost grow mushrooms on your damp body…

No one’s mood would be good.

Zhu Minglang couldn’t bear the long night either, yet he had to calm himself and cultivate.

“Ah!!!!!!!!!!!”

Suddenly, a piercing scream sounded in the night.

The scream was sharp, like that of a woman, the kind that burst forth from a struggle filled with pain.

“Another one lost to madness,” Meng Bingci’s voice came from behind the curtain, her tone calm and composed.

Zhu Minglang glanced at her and saw her draped in starlight, sitting gracefully. The dense darkness flowed around her like a tide, yet she sat unbothered like a rock amidst the dark waves.

During these days with Meng Bingci, Zhu Minglang had learned some breathing techniques to calm the mind. Heart demons, he had nothing to fear.

Moreover, he could use these breathing techniques to filter out the sinister breath so that the other dragons could also receive some nourishment.

“It’s already been seven consecutive days. Every day someone falls into madness from their cultivation, and eternal darkness has not even arrived yet. Yuheng Star Palace is already suffering so much; I can’t imagine what the days to come will look like,” Zhu Minglang said.

When Zhu Minglang arrived at Yuheng Star Palace, there were often people who practiced improperly and went mad from their cultivation.

But most of them were the ones who sought quick success and were not following their own cultivation systems. They tried to break through levels by force on an unstable foundation, and even without the influence of the night, they were prone to madness from their cultivation.

Recently, as the night time stretched longer, some disciples who usually cultivated steadily also began showing various symptoms.

In these days, it wasn’t uncommon for deities to fall into madness, either. It could be said that when the long night came, it was either eerily silent enough to make one agitated or filled with various agonizing groans and screams. It was as if countless demons truly roamed within Yuheng Star Palace, randomly seizing some individuals to inflict cruel punishments on them.

Zhu Minglang, having grown somewhat restless, wanted to go and see what was happening.

Meng Bingci stopped him, however, telling him to sit quietly and not concern himself with outside affairs, but to concentrate on his cultivation.

Zhu Minglang reluctantly sat back down on the ground mat.

Logically, if one were to really live here under Meng Bingci’s supervision, it would be difficult not to become a Superior God. But that would be too boring. Zhu Minglang’s initial approach to cultivation was to be a wanderer!

Under the steadfast and Buddhist-like radiance of Meng Bingci, Zhu Minglang had no choice but to close his eyes, cast aside the nosy nature in his bones, and enter once more into cultivation.

However, before long, a clamor reached his ears from outside, along with the clanging sound of weapons colliding.

“Come out, come out to me!!”

“Zhu Minglang, come out to me! If I can’t wash away the humiliation today, I will use this sword to pierce through my own throat!!!”

The voice was sharp and malicious, filled with deep resentment. Zhu Minglang initially did not recognize who it was, but when he heard people outside calling her Lan Zun, he suddenly realized!

So it was Lan Zun Jiangque who had fallen into madness!

Could it be because of that incident on the Wasted Moon?

Logically, Jiang Que wasn’t an idiot; knowing she was outmatched, how could she possibly come alone to seek revenge? Besides, this place was Yuheng Star Palace where the deities were not permitted to fight with force in private…

This Lan Zun Jiangque had truly fallen into madness and lost her senses!

“Don’t go out, I will handle it,” Meng Bingci said as she stood up, addressing Zhu Minglang.

“Okay,” Zhu Minglang nodded.

Zhu Minglang was not afraid of Lan Zun; it was mainly unnecessary to reason with a madwoman.

…

Not too long after, Meng Bingci returned.

She brought Lan Zun Jiangque with her.

This made Zhu Minglang feel awkward; she said she would handle it, so why did she bring the person to him?

“You need to face the humiliation in your heart directly. If you can sit here throughout the night and suppress the resentment and anger within you, your cultivation will go smoothly in the days to come. If you let the demon in your heart control you and run wild like a madwoman, then indeed, you may use a sharp sword to pierce your own throat,” Meng Bingci told Lan Zun.

Seeing Zhu Minglang, a surge of hostility rose within Lan Zun.

At this moment, Lan Zun no longer resembled a Celestial Maiden but more like a female Demon Lord eager to attack on sight.

If not for the Zen-like words of Meng Bingci suppressing the mania within her, she would have already pounced.