Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 201, the Three Mountains arc, is complete; a new world begins.

"Give me... pieces!"

Han Yun gave a soft shout, not loud, but like a thunderclap that resounded in this illusory realm.

Click!

Wow!

The magnificent palaces and swirling clouds and mist around them, like reflections in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, were instantly shattered and disintegrated by an external force.

At this moment, what appeared before Han Yun was still a celestial palace, surrounded by swirling clouds, jade trees and flowers, majestic palaces, fragrant aromas, and ethereal music.

However, unlike before, these celestial maidens were more agile.

The thirty-five celestial maidens were all peerless beauties in the world. Their faces were either gentle and charming or sweet, and their figures were either petite or slender. They were all different, wearing thin gauze, with skin as white as snow and wrists as white as frost. They were adorned with precious bracelets and necklaces.

They surrounded a celestial maiden who sat on a throne, exuding elegance and grace, their expressions filled with fear.

In the center of the palace stood a seven-jeweled glazed tree, beneath which lay two crooked corpses.

It was Mark and Jason.

However, they were now unrecognizable, their skin withered and clinging to their bones, their eyes cloudy and bulging, and their mouths wide open, as if they had experienced unimaginable horror and pain before their deaths.

Their life force and spirit were completely drained, leaving them like two corpses that had been dried up for thousands of years, forming a grotesque contrast with the surrounding paradise.

The two people in the illusion were just an illusion.

"Mother~"

The thirty-five celestial maidens cried out in unison.

The dignified celestial maiden on the throne also slightly changed her expression, but quickly regained her compassionate yet solemn demeanor. She gently raised her hand, stopping the commotion among the surrounding celestial maidens.

Han Yun's gaze was like lightning as he stared directly at the leading celestial maiden. "So you are the main spirit born from this world within the painting?"

Han Yun called it a spirit because spirits are actually classified into different types, such as demons and monsters. Among them, the spirits that harm people in the mountains and forests are called demons, the spirits that bewitch people are called bewitching spirits, and the spirits that become demons in the mountains, rivers, trees and rocks are called monsters.

Besides these, there are also Xiao, Kui, Qi, Xiao, Yan, etc., making a total of twenty-four ghosts.

Of course, these are all ancient classifications, and not many people know them now. Regardless of whether they are demons, ghosts, or monsters, they are all called spirits, even the Five Great Immortals.

The goddess did not answer directly, but sighed softly, her voice ethereal and elusive, yet carrying a kind of magic that could penetrate the very soul.

"Life in this mortal world is fleeting, and true bliss is hard to find. Now that you have entered the fairyland in my painting, why not let go of your attachments and enjoy this boundless beauty and eternal joy?"

“Those two filthy creatures are only fit to be pleasure slaves. But you, my lord, have pure and righteous Qi and abundant spiritual light. If you are willing to stay, you can become the immortal master in the painting, and together with us, explore the wondrous realm and jointly rule this blissful universe.”

The power of temptation increases tenfold with every word spoken.

Thirty-five celestial maidens danced gracefully around them, their enchanting music swirling in the air, their beautiful figures swaying, and as their light veils danced, endless scenery appeared and disappeared.

This creates an extreme scene that could cause any ordinary person or even a spiritual practitioner to lose their composure and sink into the sea of ​​desire.

It's fortunate that Han Yun has a firm mind; if it were anyone else, cough cough!
The key point is that Han Yun is only sixteen years old. What is he thinking about? He's not even an adult yet!

Han Yun stepped forward, his pure Qi flowing naturally around him, completely isolating him from the seductive sounds and alluring forms. He said sternly, "You spirits, if you are willing to disperse the tainted power of your desires that you have absorbed, seal the painted realm, and cease your harm, you still have a glimmer of hope. Otherwise..."

The compassionate solemnity on the leading celestial maiden's face finally crumbled, turning into icy coldness. She shrieked, "A glimmer of hope? Arrogant! If you don't want to enjoy yourself, then turn into provisions!"

"All servants, seize him!"

The grass, trees, bricks, and stones in the palace rustled, and from them emerged tiny, brightly colored figures that swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into dozens of strange and grotesque spirits.

They may have indigo hair and protruding fangs; or be clad in armor and wield rusty weapons; or resemble birds and beasts but have human faces and emit sharp cries.

These are all greedy people who have been devoured by the mural over the past hundred years. Their lingering souls and impure thoughts have mixed with the Qi in the painting, and they have long since become puppets and servants driven by the celestial maiden, living in a daze, knowing only how to kill and devour.

"Roar!"

The puppet monsters roared inhumanly, carrying a foul and stenchy aura, and surged towards Han Yun like a tidal wave. Wherever they passed, the jade brick ground, which was originally surrounded by immortal energy, quickly turned black and rotten.

Han Yun frowned slightly, not out of fear of its power, but out of disgust at its filth.

The power of wishes has both a beautiful and an ugly side. The pure and beautiful wishes are absorbed by these celestial maidens, while the remaining impure wishes are naturally absorbed by these spirits.

As for these filthy spirits formed from the power of vows, the best way for Han Yun to deal with them is actually the Samadhi True Fire, which can burn everything away!

However, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? It's a good time to try out the newly acquired Feng Hou Qi Men.

He pointed his fingers like a sword in front of him and shouted, "Wind of Xun, Fire of Li, command!"

Inside the cave, the Mirror Spirit saw the surface of the "Thirty-Six Heavenly Maidens" painting flashing intensely. Although the scene in the painting was not clear, it could feel a pure and vast energy surging forth.

In the world depicted in the painting, a glint of light suddenly appeared at Han Yun's fingertips, instantly stirring the workings of heaven and earth.

A howling gale arose out of nowhere, sharp as a knife, and instantly engulfed the puppet monsters that were charging at the forefront.

Where the wind blades passed, those forms formed from the turbid qi were torn and cut like tattered cotton, emitting mournful howls, before turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating.

Immediately afterwards, scorching flames burst forth from the wind, spreading like wildfire and sweeping towards the puppet horde behind them.

The flames were no ordinary fire; they were a pure reddish-white color, specifically designed to burn away evil spirits and filth. Those puppet monsters would ignite upon contact, and before they could even struggle, they would be reduced to ashes in the raging flames.

The wind fanned the flames, and the fire, fueled by the wind, swept away the dozens of raging puppet troops in an instant, leaving not a trace.

Inside the celestial palace, only a faint smell of burning remained and the last wisp of black smoke quickly dissipated.

The melodious music that had been playing suddenly stopped.

The thirty-five dancing celestial maidens froze, their alluring smiles turning to horror. The shimmering ribbons around them seemed to dim slightly.

The dignified celestial maiden on the throne suddenly stood up, her previous coldness and arrogance vanished, replaced by an incredulous shock and solemnity.

She clearly hadn't expected that this seemingly young intruder would have such ruthless methods, sweeping away all the "servants" she had accumulated over a century with a mere wave of his hand.

"Who...who are you?" The ethereal voice of the graceful celestial maiden was no longer clear and resonant, but carried a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Han Yun flicked his sleeves as if he had done something insignificant, and said calmly, "Travelers, I will ask you one last time: having exhausted your willpower and sealed the painted realm, are you willing?"

The dignified celestial maiden's eyes shifted rapidly. After the initial fear, a deep resentment and unwillingness surfaced. She had spent countless hours painstakingly absorbing the power of wishes to weave this illusion, only to achieve her current grandeur. How could she easily give up?

"Delusion!" she shrieked, her arms suddenly spreading wide. "Daughters, form a battle formation! Keep him here forever!"

Upon hearing the sound, the thirty-five celestial maidens moved swiftly, taking up positions in all directions and surrounding Han Yun in the center.

The entire world depicted in the painting began to shake violently.

The magnificent palaces and pavilions became distorted and blurred, and the jade brick ground beneath their feet transformed into a surging vortex of color. Countless dazzling ribbons of color surged from the thirty-six celestial maidens, intertwining in the air and rapidly weaving into an enormous and intricate cage.

This cage uses the greed of all beings as its lock and delusion as its fence. As its radiance flows, it emits a suffocating suction force, frantically pulling and devouring the souls and vital energy of those trapped within.

Within the cage, illusions are reborn. No longer are they the lure of beauty, but rather a direct attack on the deepest recesses of the mind.

The scene before Han Yun's eyes changed, as if he saw the myriad tribulations he might encounter on the path of cultivation materialize into mountains of knives and seas of fire, and saw his own path of cultivation severed and him sinking into a sea of ​​suffering... Countless fears, worries, and obsessions were magnified infinitely, turning into inner demons that surged towards him!

Unfortunately, these illusions were as fragile as paper to Han Yun, who had already regained his composure.

"Bodhi has no tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand. Human nature is always pure; where can dust settle?"

As his inner world manifested, a golden-veined, glazed Bodhi tree appeared behind Han Yun, its leaves swaying gently, dispelling the illusory cage of shimmering light.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Yun stepped in front of the elegant and noble celestial maiden. His pure Yang thoughts transformed into golden light, wrapped around his fingers, and swiftly pointed out, aiming directly at the heart of her mind, which was the core of this painted mural spirit, as well as the source of its power and the center of its consciousness!
This single finger strike contained supreme pure Yang energy capable of dispelling demons and suppressing evil.

Before the finger even touched the ground, the sharp intent already made the main spirit feel the crisis of being annihilated, body and soul.

Utter terror finally crossed her face as she screamed, "Immortal, spare us! We surrender! We are willing to dispel all impurities, seal the painting, and never emerge again!"

Han Yun's finger suddenly stopped half an inch in front of her brow, the powerful wind from his finger still causing her spirit to fluctuate violently, becoming illusory and uncertain.

"Oh?"

Han Yun's gaze was indifferent. "Only now do you know to beg for mercy?"

"We had no choice but to do this!"

The demon pleaded pitifully, its previous arrogance completely gone. "We are spirits within the painting, surviving only through the power of will and the spiritual energy of the viewers. Sealed for a hundred years, we are already starving and thirsty."

"Those two thieves were greedy, and their qi was filthy and tempting. We couldn't help but attack them. We beg the immortal to have mercy and give us a way out!"

Han Yun remained silent for a moment. Right now, the inner space was short of manpower, and these celestial maidens would be excellent servants.

As for their past misdeeds, the seven spider demons of the Cleansing Spring were subdued and their courtyards cleaned by the Bodhisattva Pilanpo, so there's no reason why the celestial maiden couldn't.

It's perfectly normal to guide people towards goodness.

He slowly withdrew his finger, the golden light around him dimmed slightly, but the oppressive aura remained.

"By establishing a covenant, you shall serve me as your master. I may allow you to continue, but you must cleanse yourselves of impurities and refrain from actively harming others to absorb spiritual energy. In the future, I may guide your pure aspirations to help you cultivate virtue and eventually attain the enlightenment of the Way."

Upon hearing this, the demon was initially incredulous, but then its eyes blazed with hope. To survive, and even have a chance to attain enlightenment, was infinitely better than being annihilated or permanently sealed away!
"We are willing to make a pact! We are willing to serve the Immortal as our master!" She quickly knelt down, and the other thirty-five celestial maidens and spirits also knelt down in unison.

Han Hanyun looked down at the celestial maidens and spirits prostrate on the ground and made his judgment.

"The spirit of the mural is not wrong to draw upon the power of wishes, but it has fallen into evil ways by luring people into the mural, absorbing their essence, and harming their lives."

"Now that you have just acquired spiritual intelligence and your cultivation is not easy, I will not scatter your spiritual consciousness for the time being. Instead, I will punish you by scattering all your mixed vows and blood and food essence, so that you may repent and perform a thousand years of labor to atone for your sins."

As if by magic, with his words, the entire world within the painting began to drastically purify and shrink. The luxurious and dazzling scenes vanished like the receding tide, revealing the ancient and unadorned essence of the mural.

Strands of dark red, foul energy were forcibly expelled from the celestial maidens' bodies and various parts of the painting, wailing as they dissipated into nothingness.

The remains and resentment of Mark and Jason were completely reduced to ashes.

The forms of the thirty-six celestial maidens became much more transparent, and although their aura was weak, it was much purer. They no longer possessed that eerie and seductive power, but instead revealed some of the original appearance of the ancient and simple spirits. They knelt on the ground, trembling.

The graceful celestial maiden kowtowed with difficulty: "I humbly obey... the decree of the Immortal, and thank the Immortal for... the grace of immortality!"

Han Yun didn't look at them again, turned around and took a step out.

As if passing through a curtain of water, one instantly detaches from the world of the painting "Thirty-Six Heavenly Maidens," which was constantly shrinking and eventually solidifying into an ancient and simple painting, and returns to the cold and dark caves of Mogao Grottoes.

The Mirror Spirit, who was anxiously guarding the mural, immediately came forward upon seeing this: "Master, are you alright?"

"It's alright." Han Yun shook his head, his gaze returning to the mural in front of him.

At this moment, the mural's radiance is restrained. Although the thirty-six celestial maidens are still lifelike, they no longer possess the bewitching and eerie feeling they had before. Instead, they exude a calm and ancient aura.

Han Yun said to the Mirror Spirit, "You shall take care of all the spirits in this painting. Since you are cultivating the Heavenly Maiden's Body, you can guide them back to the right path. You will not need to do everything yourself in the Peach Garden in the future; you can leave it to them to manage."

These celestial maiden spirits are inherently evil, but compared to the mirror spirits, it's uncertain who is more evil!

Upon hearing this, a glint of amusement and majesty flashed in the Mirror Spirit's clear and bright eyes, a glint that was inconsistent with its innocent appearance.

She nodded slightly and said softly to Han Yun, "I will obey Master's orders."

Han Yun turned to look at the mural, stretched out his finger, and used his Qi energy to draw a line in the air above the mural.

The painting "Thirty-Six Heavenly Maidens" and a small section of the surrounding rock wall slowly peeled off the cliff, but without any signs of damage.

The peeled-off mural quickly shrank, eventually transforming into an ancient scroll, which fell into Han Yun's hands.

He put the scroll away and handed it to the Mirror Spirit.

The Mirror Spirit looked at the scroll in her hand and gently opened her mouth, saying, "I am under the command of my master, in charge of education and punishment. From now on, you will be under my control. You must work diligently to cleanse your sins and must not make any mistakes."

The main demon of the mural led the celestial maidens to bow gracefully once again in the world within the painting. Her voice, carried through the mural, was humble and submissive: "We will obey the decree and do our utmost without any slackening."

Han Yun nodded slightly upon seeing this.

Having followed him for a long time, the Mirror Spirit, though occasionally a bit impulsive, had become adept at handling these matters. Her ability to combine kindness and severity was second nature to her, making her the most suitable person to manage these mural spirits.

With this, my trip through the Sanlong region has essentially come to an end.

Han Yun waved his hand, bringing the Mirror Spirit back to the inner space.

Counting the days, it should be time for my inner world to connect with the other two worlds. I just wonder who will come this time?

(End of this chapter)