After a fierce battle with Ku Chan, he was truly exhausted.
The little knife in his hand stopped carving, and he asked, "Monk, what about right and wrong? What about Buddha and demon?"
They were in the Demon Realm. He didn't want to keep trading banter with the monk and let him dodge the things he wanted to know. He had to steer the conversation back on track.
He wanted to learn from the monk about the past—whether it was the Black Tower or the Demon Realm.
Secrets buried by time, and clues that might be connected to how he could leave this place.
Non-Dual asked with a smile, "Are you asking about those cultivators who were utterly wicked and infamous for all eternity? Or the Demon Gods who have vanished into the river of time?"
The question was artful, instantly exposing Wang Xian's true intent—he didn't really want to ask about some things. He wanted to know about specific people and specific events.
Wang Xian considered this, then replied, "The Demon Gods."
He chose the more ancient and mysterious beings.
No matter how powerful cultivators were, they were still human. But Demon Gods... They were beyond the bounds of human understanding. Perhaps learning about them would let him understand the essence of the Demon Realm.
"Did the Demon Realm have famous scholars and cultivators, too? In their long lives, might those fellows have had their own private schemes and personal flaws?"
One question followed another. Wang Xian was pressing Non-Dual for substantial answers instead of letting him keep talking in circles.
"Could it be that this world has immortals, too? Or was the Demon Realm once where immortals lived, before the ancestors of the Devil Race took it over?"
The last question was the sharpest, striking directly at the