Although the heart is no longer a fatal point for a Nascent Soul cultivator, it is still an energy transfer station.

Since the heart is relatively far from the sea of ​​consciousness, if he doesn't take some precautions, he won't be able to detect some subtle changes in time.

If there is an external spirit or consciousness lurking there, and his body is subtly changed by the external spirit or consciousness, then he is not far from losing his physical body, or even his spirit being imprisoned and devoured.

Extreme Flame is a celestial-grade spiritual fire, born and nurtured by nature, and is the natural nemesis of the divine soul.

Even if this heart has an extraordinary origin, Extreme Flame can detect any unusual activity in it immediately.

Even if he is no match for them, he won't be completely unaware of falling into a passive position.

At this moment, Guimian, Xue Bingling, Xue Moqian, and the others also awoke one after another, finding themselves lying in the inner chamber of the Divine Tomb, all looking completely bewildered.

"Hey, Master, weren't we just watching gods fight? Why are we out here?"

"Brother Xiong, weren't you dead?"

"You motherfucker, you're the one who's dead! I saw you torn in two by the head and feet by those two mythical beasts with my own eyes!"

"Huh? My hand isn't broken, and my intestines haven't been pulled out. I'm still alive!"

The great demons questioned each other and examined themselves, all displaying an air of delighted rebirth after death.

They didn't see the scene where they were overwhelmed by thousands of birds and beasts in the illusion, but they could imagine how tragic it must have been.

So even the most gossipy Ghost Face, upon hearing their silly remarks, didn't take advantage of their misfortune to make fun of them. Instead, he silently nuzzled Shang Xiye's head and asked again through telepathy, "Master, what exactly happened? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Shang Xiye reached out and stroked the mane on the ghost-faced mane, not hiding anything from him: "Do you still remember the heart that the God of Life was holding in the illusion?"

"Hmm, it's bright and shiny, clearly not an ordinary heart. You've managed to pick up a mixed bag," Ghost Face said with a strong Northeastern accent.

"Speak properly," Shang Xiye gently slapped his forehead and said, "Why would I pick up someone else's heart for no reason? It was the heart that ran away and grew half of it on my heart."

"What do you mean 'grown into your heart'? What about your own heart? Did it eat it?" Ghost Face exclaimed in shock, the hair on his neck standing on end. He stared at Shang Xiye as if he had seen a ghost, as if Shang Xiye would no longer be his man and would transform into a little monster in the next second. "Also, the God of Life clearly held a whole heart, so how come you only have half left? Where is the other half?"

"See for yourself," Shang Xiye said, feeling that there was no point in explaining to this simpleton, so she guided his consciousness to probe his heart.

When Ghost Face saw Shang Xiye's heart, which looked like it was inlaid with half a gold shell, he was instantly dumbfounded.

"This really is half a pill."

Ghost Face observed it curiously for a long time, but didn't sense any hostility from the half of the golden heart.

It was as if that half of the heart was originally an inanimate object, and it just happened to be attached to Shang Xiye's heart.

"Hey, Master, what if the female master finds out that you've suddenly changed your mind? Will she despise you and abandon you?" Ghost Face didn't realize that Shang Xiye was in any danger and started to joke around again.

Shang Xiye glanced at him indifferently and sneered, "Heh, I think you don't want your mistress to abandon me. You've got your eye on the vast world outside and want me to just abandon you and let you roam freely in the heavens and the earth, right?"