Zhang Zhiwei pursued the vague malevolence and went deeper into the inner world.
It is empty and cold here, the sky is dark, the ground is gloomy, the wind is blowing coldly, and the air is filled with ghosts, just like being in the underworld.
As soon as I thought of this, a stone tablet appeared in front of me. The stone tablet was slightly tilted, and the word "Huangquan" was written on it.
"The Yellow Springs Road? Is it that the inner demon can sense my thoughts and quickly generate corresponding scenery, or is all this arranged in advance?"
Zhang Zhiwei continued to move forward. He had discovered that the inner demon was luring him into danger, but he was not afraid. Everything was just an illusion, so why should he be afraid?
Continuing forward, Zhang Zhiwei faintly heard the source of the sound of flowing water.
"Since this is the Yellow Springs Road, there should be Yellow Springs there, right?"
As the thought flashed through his mind, he saw a rushing river stretching out in front of him. The dim river water was extremely turbid and roaring in the rapids.
There was a strong fishy wind on the river, and among the turbid waves, there were countless lonely ghosts wailing and struggling for help, trying to climb ashore, but they were hit by the waves one after another and fell back, wailing all over the place.
"Very imaginative! If I were to do it myself, I certainly wouldn't be able to come up with something this elaborate. But judging by what happened just now, although all of this was created by my inner demons, is it actually a reflection of my own ideas?"
"But why would I think of the underworld? They say that inner demons can reveal the most vulnerable part of a person's heart. Is the most vulnerable part of my heart the underworld? What's in the underworld..."
Zhang Zhiwei was thinking, and then he saw the scenery in front of him changed again.
A huge bluestone slowly emerged.
The bluestone is about five or six meters high, with a weathered and old surface, and three bright red characters on it - Three Lives Stone!
The Three Lives Stone, according to legend, can illuminate a person's past, present and future lives.
At this moment, lines began to be quickly outlined on it, trying to reflect the picture.
"Um?!"
Zhang Zhiwei's eyes narrowed, and he swooped over and raised his hand to hit the Three Lives Stone, intending to destroy it, but the moment his palm touched the Three Lives Stone, he stopped.
"You're trying to trick me?!" Zhang Zhiwei reacted, "That's pretty intimidating. Let me see what you can come up with!"
Staring at the Three Lives Stone, he saw that the lines on the Three Lives Stone were completely outlined, and the image of Zhang Zhiwei began to appear. However, it only appeared for less than a second before the Three Lives Stone was covered with cracks and then exploded.
There was only a huge fireball left in its place. The fireball was not hot, but it was pulsating with extremely terrifying energy, so terrifying that Zhang Zhiwei didn't want to touch it.
"As I expected, this so-called Three Lives Stone's ability to reflect three lives is actually the result of inner vision deduction and divination. As for why it failed..."
Zhang Zhiwei sneered, "You overestimate your own abilities. Who am I, and what is your status? How dare you try to make inferences about me? You really don't have the slightest clue."
Calculation is a unique skill that all sorcerers possess, because they can calculate and know almost everything in the inner scene.
But there is a saying that goes, all gifts bestowed by fate are secretly marked with a price, and the calculations in the inner scene are no exception. If you want to know the answer, you have to exchange your own destiny.
Different answers require different prices, which are linked to the weight of the target being calculated. The heavier the weight, the higher the price.
As for what weight is, to put it simply, some people work tirelessly but can't stir up any waves, while others can turn the world upside down with a single thought. That's weight!
And Zhang Zhiwei, as the future top of the extraordinary world, is the kind of person who can turn the world upside down with just a single thought.
The weight he carries is already seriously excessive. For an ordinary sorcerer's life span of a hundred years or so, Zhang Zhiwei cannot be calculated at all.
Not to mention a small inner demon, even if the leader of the Shuzi Sect or the village chief of Zhuge Village sent by Wu Hou came, they would not dare to calculate against him. If they tried to calculate against him forcibly, they would only be retaliated by the way of heaven.
The fireball that appeared after the Three Lives Stone exploded slowly disappeared. Zhang Zhiwei continued to move towards the place where the heart monkey was hiding. He could sense the location of the inner demon, and he had been standing in front without moving.
Although this inner world is controlled by the inner demon, it does not mean that Zhang Zhiwei cannot control it. He just has never intervened.
This is a kind of restraint, maintaining one's true self, not being rash and illusory, holding the origin and keeping oneness, and making the essence, energy and spirit perfectly integrated. As long as he maintains this state and it is not broken, even if the inner demon plays tricks, it cannot shake him at all.
"Hehehe, come on, come on, I'm right here, I'm waiting for you in the deepest part of hell, hehehe..."
At this moment, a somewhat sinister voice came from the front, accompanied by creepy laughter.
Zhang Zhiwei laughed instead of getting angry: "The sky is clear now, the rain has stopped, you think you are doing well again, have you forgotten how I beat you like a stray dog before?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the creepy laughter suddenly stopped and then became silent.
"You want to lure me into a trap? Then I'll grant your wish. No matter what tricks you use, I only have one palm!"
Zhang Zhiwei continued to move forward, but just as he took a step, the world before his eyes changed. He appeared beside a bridge, surrounded by many screaming wild ghosts.
These wandering ghosts were all tied up, with their mouths open, and their tongues were clamped by the ghost officers beside them with pliers and kept being pulled out, just like stretched noodles, getting longer and longer.
"The punishment of tongue-pulling, mocking me? That's just childish!"
Zhang Zhiwei remained calm and continued forward. Suddenly, he heard a low humming sound of metal being dragged on the ground from behind him.
Turning his head, he met a pair of blood-red eyes like copper bells. The owner of these eyes was a monster with a bull's head and a human body, about three meters tall, holding a pitch-black chain in his hand.
On the other side of the Minotaur, there stood a tall and thin figure, also in human form, wearing a black robe, but with a horse head on his neck.
"The two soul-collecting envoys, the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced, look quite intimidating, but what's the point of their appearance? Are they here to die?!"
As soon as Zhang Zhiwei thought of this, he noticed that there was actually a person hooked on the iron chain in the hands of the second soul-catcher.
Looking closely, I saw that the man was tall, with a sharp-edged face, a somewhat mature look, long eyebrows like knives, and clear eyes with nothing in them.
Isn't this me? What kind of tricks are I playing... Zhang Zhiwei thought about it and heard the sound of thunder from the ox head:
"You damned evil ghost! The King of Hell is waiting to judge you. Why are you hesitating so long? Do you want to go through each of the eighteen levels of hell?"
Judge me. I, Zhang Zhiwei, have done things with a clear conscience throughout my life. No one in this world can judge me… Just as Zhang Zhiwei was about to think about this, he heard the trapped “Zhang Zhiwei” suddenly speak:
"Judge me! I, Zhang Zhiwei, have lived my life with a clear conscience. No one in this world can judge me!"