The dilapidated Daoist temple felt intensely familiar to Yi Shuyuan, too. But his Way of Heaven and Earth and Heavenly Demon transformation also gave him insight into this Demon Realm world far beyond anyone else's.
Those who entered the Demon Realm were themselves part of its composition.
To a certain extent, this Daoist temple was also a manifestation of one layer of Yi Shuyuan's inner world.
Of course, this manifestation existed within the Demon Realm, so it would differ somewhat from his true inner self. Still, there was no harm in taking a look.
Yi Shuyuan turned back toward the rain leaking into the temple hall. That impression was not wrong.
"So this means I've always thought too highly of myself, believing that wherever my heart settles must be the Dao, when in truth it's rotten and crumbling, with rain leaking in everywhere. A fine rebuke, a fine rebuke!"
Being adept at the Heavenly Demon transformation, examining my heart this way offers a different perspective. My heart is not perfect, and its flaws are nothing to fear.
Yi Shuyuan put away the copper coins and stood up. He wore the same clothes he had worn while refining pills on Cang Mountain, only they had grown somewhat shabby.
Standing at the doorway of the hall, he could see everything lit up by the occasional flashes of lightning, despite the rain. Wherever his gaze fell, that sense of familiarity grew stronger.
Yet Yi Shuyuan felt no resistance, nor did he warn himself that everything was false. Instead, a wistful feeling arose within him.
How familiar. I never thought I'd see this place again.
In his "memories," this time Yi Shuyuan had found his own way back here in a delirium.
This was the Daoist temple where Yi Shuyuan had awakened after spending