Unexpectedly, Er Yan actually took it seriously.

Of course, that's not important. What's important is that as long as Er Yan goes back and asks, the matter will be exposed.

It's impossible for misfortune to give itself a boost, right?

Junlin didn't continue to inquire about the whereabouts of Eryan's other eight brothers and sisters, since he had the system and could find out easily when the time came.

Reaching the broken seal, Junlin took the Demon Heart that he hadn't used earlier into his hands.

This is good stuff.

At this moment, Er Yan also came closer, "Isn't this my demonic heart? But why is there so little essence inside?"

She naturally understood the concept of a demonic heart.

In ancient times, they would occasionally set aside a very small portion of their essence and cultivate it into a demonic heart to reward their followers.

However, the essence of this demonic power is far too little.

Thinking of this, E'yan said, "If you want my essence, I can share some with you."

After all, this person might become his Daoist partner in the future, so Er Yan didn't mind being generous.

Unexpectedly, Junlin shook his head and said, "No need, it will harm your body. You should keep your essence for yourself."

He's just collecting them; he's not going to eat them.

He didn't want to stuff any random things into his body.

Er Yan chuckled lightly, "What, you're starting to care about me now? You'd be better off worrying about yourself; your body is seriously depleted."

"How is this possible? I'm perfectly healthy... Holy crap!" Jun Lin suddenly felt a dizzying sensation.

It was only then that Junlin recalled that in order to cultivate the Demon Heart, he had lost 90% of his essence and blood.

In addition, the heatwave in the secret realm, while not enough to kill you instantly, is still unpleasant to endure for a long time.

So Junlin killed himself with a single palm strike.

Upon seeing this, Er Yan's smile froze instantly. "Hey!"