In reality, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his aura became disordered.

"Not good!" Master Xuanji's expression changed. "The inner demon has aggravated the old injury!"

Ling Qingxue rushed over without hesitation and hugged Zhang Shaozhong: "Husband! Wake up! It's all an illusion!"

In the illusion, Zhang Shaozhong heard Ling Qingxue's call, and his eyes regained a sliver of clarity.

He looked at Ye Meier and Ling Qingxue in front of him, then at his parents who had died tragically, and suddenly smiled.

“I understand…” he said softly, “You are all my inner demons.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the illusion began to shatter. The bodies of her parents vanished, and Ye Meier and Ling Qingxue also turned into specks of light and disappeared.

In the end, only the Demon Lord remained standing there.

"Even if they are inner demons, your hatred is real." The Demon Lord grinned maliciously. "Come and kill me!"

Zhang Shaozhong stared coldly at him, then suddenly raised his hand and waved, causing the Demon Lord to vanish.

"The hatred is real, but we shouldn't let it control us," he murmured to himself. "The deaths of my parents need to be investigated, but not in this way..."

In reality, Zhang Shaozhong suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

"Husband!" Ling Qingxue exclaimed in delight.

Zhang Shaozhong looked at her red eyes and reached out to wipe away her tears: "I'm fine now."

He sensed the nascent soul within his body. Although he had successfully broken through, the influence of the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique seemed to have weakened considerably. At least, he could now think more clearly.

Master Xuanji walked over, examined the body, and nodded: "Early Nascent Soul stage, not bad. You've also overcome the inner demon tribulation. It seems you've come to understand quite a few things."

Zhang Shaozhong was silent for a moment, then said, "Senior, I want to find out the truth about my parents' murder."

Master Xuanji frowned: "Are you still going to find the Demon Lord?"

“It’s not necessarily the Demon Lord.” Zhang Shaozhong looked into the distance. “But we need an answer.”

Ling Qingxue squeezed his hand: "I'll go with you."