Time flowed on. Ye Lin simply sat where he was, his eyes tightly shut.
Though he could not enter meditation, merely sitting like this was still manageable.
As long as he remained completely focused at every moment, those scenes would not affect him.
Though it might not look like much, he was utterly incapable of cultivating like this.
After all, Ye Lin had never heard of any powerhouse who could cultivate while fighting their own inner demons.
Inner demons were the sort of thing that came out to cause trouble when cultivators cultivated.
One day, two days, three days...
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
"Hahaha, little brother, sorry about that. I was just speaking with the ancestors."
"I kept you waiting."
A month later, Spirit King had yet to arrive, but his hearty laughter came first.
Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes, a trace of weariness flashing through them.
He had not thought much of it before, but this past month had made him realize the gravity of the situation.
This was starting to become genuinely difficult to handle.
Over this month, he had fought against these memories for an entire month.
He could not absorb them.
He could not forget them.
He could not drive them out.
Whenever he closed his eyes, those scenes surfaced one after another like a staged opera.
Then, the moment he let his guard down, they would instantly drag him into them.
How was he supposed to cultivate like this?
This was a complete disaster.
He should never have sat down in the first place.
Damn it.
"Big brother."
After sorting through his thoughts, Ye Lin slowly rose to his feet.
Outside the door, Spirit King entered with a smile, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Little brother, what