Deeper still, the ignited, twisted jealousy and resentment, no longer suppressed by the Daoist thought, spread like wildly growing vines, mixed with the shrill howls of the bone-corroding wind, rampaging, roaring, and growing unrestrainedly in the abyss of his chaotic consciousness!
His own inner demons were officially born!
And there will never be peace!
Mission accomplished!
Jiang Chan's consciousness began to feel light and airy, like mist about to dissipate.
In the final moments before her consciousness was completely detached from this world, she "looked" at the figure covered in blood, twitching in the dust, curled up at the edge of the dueling platform, and then "looked" at the chaotic and dark turmoil growing wildly in his sea of consciousness.
A chilling thought flashed through my mind before dissipating:
“Ling Xiao, this is the true nature of your ‘enlightened’ Dao heart.”
"The trial is over."
The jade pendant remained pressed tightly against Ling Xiao's blood-stained chest, still cold.
But the cold-blooded prisoner inside had already left.
The news of Ling Xiao's Dao Heart collapsing in public, his roar about the ownership of the Spirit Lotus, and his embarrassing fall from the Sword Debate Platform spread like wildfire throughout the entire Tianyan Sect within a day, and quickly spread to the entire cultivation world.
Once a revered idol, he instantly became a huge scandal and a laughing stock.
Master Qingxu was furious and personally sealed Lingxiao's rampaging spiritual power, then punished him by imprisoning him in the deepest part of the Cliff of Repentance for no time.
He didn't mention a word about the questions surrounding the Spirit Lotus, but undercurrents were surging within the sect.
The Mysterious Mirror Master turned misfortune into good fortune, his fame grew even greater, and the reputation of the Seven Aperture Exquisite Pagoda reached new heights.
The reputation of Tianyan Sect has suffered a huge blow, and its position as the leader of the righteous path has been questioned and challenged.
When Ling Xiao awoke in the cold stone chamber of the Cliff of Contemplation, his internal injuries were still causing him excruciating pain, but his sea of consciousness had become a true hell.
The piercing howl of the bone-chilling wind never ceases, the roars of jealousy and resentment howl day and night, and the most painful contrast is between the glory of the past and the shame of the present.
He clutched his head, letting out a silent roar, but he could no longer find that "clear" self.
"The Spirit Lotus is mine!" That roar, like the most vicious curse, was branded deep within his shattered Dao heart and soul, never to be erased.
The brainwashing, catchy tune became the background noise of his eternal nightmare.
The victory over the inner demons has only just begun...
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