Entering the Westward Journey, Shattering Three Views

"You bastard!"

Clear Wind's voice carried a trace of anger. Though this thing had been trapped and suppressed here, it was terrifying indeed. Even after the gray liquid's true body in its depths had endured the passage of countless ages, it had not changed in the slightest.

Not only that, through its contact with the two of them, it had gained a way to interfere with the outside world.

It wove together the memories hidden deep within their minds and turned them into worlds.

Of them all, this demon's favorite was undoubtedly the memory of the Holy Monk from the Eastern Lands arriving at Five Manor Temple.

That memory involved the Ginseng Fruit Tree. It was one of the few memories the two could not bear to look back upon, yet one filled with violent conflict.

There were far too many traps within it. One careless step, and one would sink into it and meet disaster.

Though it was only a single plotline, the other party had used it hundreds upon thousands of times. To this day, no one knew how many people had fallen within that plot, forcibly transferred by it from the present world and cast into this Netherworld that cut off all things, their corpses lying beneath its power.

The two trembled with rage. That memory was far too terrifying. With traps created from things the other party did not know, it was forever impossible to break free.

Even if one dared imagine what no man dared imagine, one still could not escape the traps it had laid, and it would eventually find its chance.

From the very beginning, it had stood upon undefeated ground!

This was not a game, much less a play. From the outset, it had been a one-sided slaughter. Everything that happened within