"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! It's a lie—all of it is a lie!"
Zhang Liang began roaring at the top of his lungs.
Ye Lin merely waved a hand, and Zhang Liang before him was instantly swallowed by the searing magma, ultimately vanishing into nothingness.
So this was his inner self? This was his spiritual world?
It looked rather ordinary, with nothing particularly outstanding about it.
He finally understood what it meant to confront the evil buried in the depths of his heart. The enemies he had slain in the past would ultimately become inner demons lurking deep within him.
Normally, these inner demons would not stir up trouble, because the stronger his heart was, the more firmly they would be suppressed.
They appeared to pose no threat.
But thinking that way would be a grave mistake. These fellows had always lain dormant in the depths of his heart, waiting for an opportunity. The moment one arose, they would immediately emerge and devour their host in turn.
Just like this time—Zhang Liang was from so long ago that Ye Lin had long since forgotten him.
Yet this fellow had truly been lurking deep within his heart, and had even gained control of eighty percent of his spiritual power. That was an utterly terrifying notion.
Had he not dealt with this fellow, once it completely controlled his spiritual power, it would break free entirely and gradually transform into his inner demon.
Cultivation was like rowing a boat against the current: if one did not advance, one would fall back. It could also be likened to dancing on a blade's edge—one careless step, one moment of inattention, and one could fall into a place of eternal damnation.
So this Netherworld Ghost Realm was simply perfect. He could take this opportunity to resolve everything lingering