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When Chen Yu opened his eyes, he was already in the familiar Heavenly Demon Space.
Chen Yu really wanted to know what the Heavenly Demon Space would think of him if it had a consciousness of its own.
Or what the Heavenly Demon Patriarch would think if he came back to life.
He would probably think, This brat knows there's a tiger on the mountain, yet he insists on climbing it. Carries garlic wherever he goes—remember to leave a good review.
I've tortured you this much already. Why haven't you learned your lesson?
You actually dared to come back!
Chen Yu had something to say about that too.
What could I do? I was desperate too.
Did you think I wanted this?
But this time, he had voluntarily come in, so he couldn't blame the Heavenly Demon Space.
Because the recent overflows had all been small, the progress bar's cap had not changed. It was still sixty million.
However, sixty million mana was enough for Chen Yu to enter the Heavenly Demon Space once and use the Myriad Transformations effect of the Heavenly Demon Constitution to help himself.
Sure enough, before him was the Great Rift conjured by the Heavenly Demon.
After the Positive Emotion of the Heavenly Demon Constitution overflowed, it would conjure the scene best suited to him and specifically aid his cultivation.
However, it did not care whether he lived or died. As long as his cultivation improved, it was satisfied.
The same was true now. Having determined that controlling the Great Rift was the optimal solution, the Heavenly Demon Constitution would help him cultivate in that direction. It did not care how miserable the process was.
The moment he settled in, Chen Yu felt himself sinking.
The illusory Great Rift possessed