The Struggle Within

At this moment, the True Demon could not help thinking of the Immortal Binding Rope and Ji Yuan. Even if it had not been Ji Yuan or the Immortal Binding Rope, this was at least a terrifying opponent with a powerful treasure capable of forcibly binding him.

While the True Demon fled into the deepest recesses of Monk Moyun's heart, Ji Yuan and Xiezhi appeared rather composed. Even as they stepped into Monk Moyun's inner state, they strolled as though through a leisurely courtyard.

"Ji Yuan, you really aren't worried that the True Demon will make a desperate last stand and kill Monk Moyun?"

"How could the True Demon be so foolish? Besides, the Immortal Binding Rope has currently locked down Monk Moyun's mind. Even if he wants to act by force, it will not be so easy to succeed. At the very least, Monk Moyun is no longer someone he can crush to death at will."

The environment Ji Yuan walked through was pitch-black. Only his own body stood out clearly; nothing else could be seen, as though there was nothing at all.

That did not mean Monk Moyun's heart held nothing. It was merely because this was the realm between thoughts. Though Ji Yuan seemed not to move at all with just a few steps, he had in truth crossed a vast distance. His target was a tiny speck of light far away.

Ahead lay the deepest part of Monk Moyun's heart. When Ji Yuan approached the light and stepped into it, it was as though he had crossed through a door. The world transformed from darkness into daylight, and all things took form.

Ji Yuan appeared on a broad street. Voices surged all around him, with stalls, sightseers, hawkers, misses, young masters, and scholars everywhere—a bustling, prosperous