With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 514 The Inner Demon's Sedative Charm, Meng Chuan's Defeat!

He frowned, using his senses to perceive his surroundings.

Nothing had changed; as always, the darkness was incredibly thick.

His gaze swept into the distance, searching for any hidden dangers in the darkness, as he drifted into memories.
A look of doubt appeared on his face:

"Could it be Huiyuan who did it?"

Where would someone get such great ability?
What Buddhist secret technique, Sharingan?
Calm yourself down and then think about it carefully.

Now that he had calmed down, he thought back to his time at the martial monk academy, when he went berserk after "unleashing his full power".

He had just looked horrified.

This situation is probably unrelated to Huiyuan, or even the monks.

I must have let my inner demons tempt me!

Moreover, it's probably not that simple.
His senses were constantly extending to the surrounding area.

However, no feedback was received.

Without desires to disturb me, my eyes follow my heart's desires.

There was only endless darkness.

He had a sudden realization.

It was the loss of control over anger that caused all of this.

However, inner demons are fueled by anger.

It stole my soul.
At this moment, there are still many things I don't understand about the specifics of my inner demons.

But since he was already there, he decided to make the best of it and quickly calmed himself down.

Meng Chuan also realized what his most important task should be.

Racing against time to find a way out of one's inner demons, one must "summon one's soul" from within.

When the "soul" is completely consumed, the "spirit" becomes an empty shell.

From the outside, it looks no different from a breathing corpse.
Like the blind men and the elephant, he was somewhat bewildered, walking in the dark.

My arms stretched out to explore, but the only response was endless cold and dampness.

Trapped here, he seemed to have become an ordinary person with no martial arts skills whatsoever.

After walking for a while, fatigue would well up in my heart and fill my entire body.

Meng Chuanming realized that the suppression was due to the "rules" of this world, that is, the difference in dimensions.

He was very experienced in traveling in spirits and knew that all his actions within it were guided by his soul as nourishment.

Ultimately, it is mental strength that supports walking, sitting, lying down, and even logical thinking.

The "Demon Realm" that his inner demons brought him to greatly suppressed the role of spiritual power here, making everything seem "superficial".

Therefore, he didn't intend to summon the Dragon Demon to pave the way for him.

Any behavior that wastes mental energy must be prohibited here.

crisis.

Big crisis!
Whether it's divine perception or bodily feedback, it undoubtedly points to willpower.

Suffering and torment will be the main theme here.

The mental stress I'm experiencing right now is just the beginning.
"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; like dew and lightning, they should be viewed in this way."

Meng Chuan perked up his ears; he heard it was Master Bai Bao's high-pitched voice!
Wiping away non-existent sweat, my spirits were somewhat invigorated by the chanting of the Buddha's name.

He stretched his limbs and his face lit up with joy.

I have more strength now.

At the same time, the chanting of Buddhist prayers resounded.

The light came in.

"Master Bai Bao's [divine] power is so formidable that it can penetrate the barriers of dimensions?"

Meng Chuan knew that it was helping him get through a difficult time.

Feeling grateful, he then continued to study his own situation.

It was still very dark all around.

He couldn't see the direction clearly, but when he opened his eyes, he could "see" black.

He was trapped in the boundless darkness.

As I opened my palm, I suddenly noticed a starlight-like shimmering light dancing within it.

In this situation, that glimmer of light seems all the more captivating.

where to?
He looked down at his palm and questioned his martial will.

Outside, at the Platform Garden.

Bai Bao sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, reciting scriptures with his eyes closed.

Meng Chuan has been unconscious for three days.

Bai Bao looked down at him, her brows furrowed.

Searching for spiritual energy in the void consumes a great deal of energy.

It took him so long to finally find a gap in the void.

A trace of Buddhist power was transferred in to help Meng Chuan overcome his tribulation.

No one in the entire Shaolin Temple, or even the Great Chu, could do better than him at this moment.

Only the Great Sage of Martial Arts.

There's only so much he can do.

Those who lack faith will find their souls beyond the nine heavens unable to receive the assistance of immortals and Buddhas.

When inner demons cause confusion, only self-salvation can save you.

Three days in the human world, a dreamlike spring and autumn.

Time loses its meaning here.

Meng Chuan was trapped in the darkness and had no idea how much time had passed.

I felt only emptiness, and life slipped away with it.

All around was an endless expanse of darkness.

Wherever he went, darkness followed.

It seems they want to trap him here and let him die.

He looked down, his body already blending into the environment.

Even using the palm of your hand to illuminate your legs and feet.

When I looked up, it was still pitch black.

Reaching out to touch it, I felt a solid, reassuring sensation.

Only when he was still there did Meng Chuan feel relieved.

A sliver of light in the palm of the hand is still preventing the darkness from spreading further.

This light is the most important thing for a martial artist.

Martial arts will.

This dark predicament is the domain of inner demons.

He studied at the United Nations University and learned that inner demons have no substance or form; they rely on one's own strength.

The situation now is completely different from the inner demons I encountered when I broke through to a higher level in martial arts.

The inner demons that break through the realm are meant to test one's mind and body, and to examine the firmness of one's will in the martial arts.

Its power, no matter how weak the martial will of the victim is, is at most equal to that of the victim after breaking through to the next realm.

His martial will was already incredibly strong, and the power of his inner demons was limited.

When you encounter inner demons while breaking through to a higher realm, dealing with them is as simple as taking them down with a single punch.

But at this moment, why did the inner demon not even show its form, yet it managed to manipulate him completely with just darkness?
The power was beyond imagination; where did it originate? Meng Chuan realized this on his own.

Without him.

Ultimate liberation.

A 420% increase in power.
It is the root of uncontrolled anger and the source of inner demons.

As Buddhism says, every bite and every sip is predetermined.

When the degree of liberation was relatively low, one could barely control one's mind, which was also a way of "suppressing inner demons".

The final unleashing of a 420% power boost was already a force far beyond what one could control.

This prolonged operation has turned out to be a trap.
If I could do it all over again, Meng Chuanxuan...
"I will still unleash my final liberation and give that Huiyuan a good beating; I won't tolerate the slightest grievance."

That's just his nature; he can't tolerate others overstepping his bounds.

Furthermore, with the opponent going all out and their life hanging in the balance, there's no way they'd hold back when unleashing their power.

"Never mind," he shook his head.

There's no point in saying all this; it's all hindsight.

The most important thing now is to find a way out of this confusion.

Previously, when facing his inner demons, there was a tangible demon confronting him.

This world has now trapped him here.

It is a demon in one's heart, an obstacle, and even more so, a punishment for losing reverence for power.

The power of the Flower of Bone and Flesh caused him to lose his awe of power.

Why can't we settle scores with Huiyuan, who has over 50,000 health points?
I am not without support.

With the help of the United Nations General Assembly, Huiyuan will be severely injured, if not killed.

And the commemorative stone given to him by Principal Yang, if given a single blow, could turn him into bloody dust.

Of the many methods available, he chose the "final liberation force," which he knew beforehand might get out of control.

Both for themselves and for Huiyuan, it was due to a loss of reverence for power.

At this point, Meng Chuan suffered a backlash and accepted it.

Sigh. I've been thinking about so much again, I just can't control myself.
Unable to stop the thoughts in my mind, one idea after another burst forth.

I want to restrain myself, but I can't suppress it.

All that I see and think is the disturbance of the "demons of body and mind".

Coming to his senses, he took a deep breath, rallied his spirits, and forcefully suppressed everything with sheer willpower.

Continue on the road, searching for an exit.

He has to get out eventually, otherwise his body will just be a vegetable.

The soul has been lost.

As the black tide surged, Meng Chuanli practiced his boxing amidst it, oblivious to everything else.

He searched for who knows how long, but this place was like a secret room, and he had been forcibly stuffed inside.

There is no entrance, nor is there an exit.

Then let's box. Redemption isn't necessarily about finding a way out.

We have to do something; doing nothing will only lead to eternal damnation.

The will of martial arts told him.

He could sense that as he fought for an unknown amount of time, this illusion was quietly changing.

"We'll get out eventually."

Meng Chuanchuan encouraged himself.

Time flies.

In this place, darkness has largely dissipated.

Looking up, you can see the bright, moonless night sky.

Looking down again, the place was still pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

It was as if the void had been cleaved open, clearly separating heaven and earth.

Boom!

Blue-purple lightning tore through the night, and Meng Chuan recognized it as his own Demon-Subduing Thunder True Qi.

At the same time, countless meteors fell from the sky, their trails blooming like blazing flames.

The black tide surges like waves, carrying mud, sand, and vegetation.

A strong wind, like the metal element, swept through the air, cutting like a bone-scraping knife.

Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—the five elements and their corresponding principles.

He looked inward and saw that the sacred mountain was still there, so he was relieved.

Where exactly is this place?
The inner demon "stole" his memories and created a world that originally belonged to him.

Previously, it was dark and obscure, which is why it was not very clear.

As he practiced his boxing, he dispelled some of the darkness, allowing him to see clearly.

The soul is clouded.

Once they are all driven away, the day will come when we see the light again.

But he was completely exhausted.
A sense of powerlessness arises from between the fingers and the tips of the hair, spreading to every part of the body and filling the entire limbs.

The amount of mental energy is limited. After practicing boxing for a long time, his soul was exhausted to the extreme.

Forget about getting up to fight again, he had already exhausted all his strength, even to move his body.

Submerged in darkness, he tried to keep his eyes open, but he simply couldn't.

Go to sleep
He is tired.

In his final moments of sleep, Meng Chuan's last thought was:

"I haven't lost yet. I still have a backup plan."

Huhu
Close your eyes, when he can't see you.

The world is also changing.

Above the heavens, lightning transformed into the thickest dragon body and plummeted down.

It struck the black tide, gathering into a cluster of leaping lightning.

It absorbs everything.

Whether it's flowing fire, tides, mud and sand, broken wood, or the sharp winds of Geng metal, or even all darkness.

It's as if the heavens and earth are inhaling and contracting, drawing everything in and converging upon them.

Meng Chuan guessed wrong; the thunder in the sky was not his true energy.

But
He was startled awake and lazily observed the changes.

This all-absorbing ball of light grew ever more dazzling.

Ying's pupils were clear and bright, and Meng Chuan closed his eyes tightly again.

At this moment, it's impossible to even use internal vision to check if it's still inside the body.

I can't control it, I can't think about it, so I might as well rest.

A deafening, thunderous roar erupted.

Then all was silent, and there was no more sound.

They gathered into an unknown ball of light, undergoing inexplicable changes in silence.

It seemed to open its mouth and take a deep breath.

The black mist swirled back and flew in, enveloping my body before being digested.

Meng Chuan's eyelids twitched, but he chose to ignore it.

(End of this chapter)