Inside the scene, the evening clouds were hanging low, so dark that it was hard to breathe.
“Crack!”
Blood-red lightning bolts as thick as water tanks struck the sky, and the original hell had turned into a vast ocean with turbid waves surging.
Beneath the turbulent waves, a ball of brilliant golden light formed a huge circular light shield.
Around the light shield, countless black shadows were moving around, and they kept attacking the light shield. With every attack, a large number of shadows were shattered by the golden light, like moths to a flame, but the golden light did not even have the slightest ripple.
In the golden light, Zhang Zhiwei pinched the monkey with both hands, slowly raised it up, and grinned:
"Come to think of it, this is the first time we've met face to face. What a pleasure to meet you!"
"It's not a pleasure to meet you, it's been a long time!!"
The monkey's eyes widened, anger surging in its golden pupils. Its fangs protruded from its mouth, and its fists clenched tightly as it punched Zhang Zhiwei's chest again and again, making a "clang clang clang" sound of metal collision.
"Long time no see? How long?"
Zhang Zhiwei didn't care about the beating of his mind at all, and just tightened his hands.
"Hehehe... I've existed since shortly after you started practicing thunder magic!"
The monkey was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe. It stopped beating Zhang Zhiwei's chest and instead grabbed Zhang Zhiwei's forearm, trying to pull away the hand that was strangling its neck.
Zhang Zhiwei suddenly realized, "No wonder I was still confused. How could such a righteous person like me give birth to such a sinister mind monkey like you? It turns out that it's not your mind monkey that turned into a demon, but your demon that turned into a mind monkey!"
"You've been keeping quiet for such a long time. I've already reached the level where I can see gods. If you hadn't jumped out yourself, I wouldn't have noticed you. You're truly patient! It's amazing!"
Zhang Zhiwei praised it with his mouth, but he showed no mercy with his hands, slowly tightening them, as if he wanted to tear the monkey's head off.
"I'm patient?! I'm amazing?!"
Zhang Zhiwei's words seemed to have angered the monkey. Lightning shot out of its eyes and surrounded its body. It slowly loosened the hand that was strangling its throat and roared:
"As a demon within me, do you know what kind of abuse I've endured in your body all these years? By the time I was born, your inner alchemy skills had already reached the level of understanding the human body's inner world, capable of seeing the gods. Not only can I not influence you, but if I were discovered, I'd face the same consequences as yesterday. So I can only lie dormant. I can only observe you from the shadows, analyzing your flaws bit by bit. I believe that one day, I will seize your fatal weakness and let you taste the pain of being suppressed!"
"Oh, I see. Being born just as I achieved minor success in my inner alchemy skills is truly unfortunate. Speaking of which, you, a demon in your heart, are so inspiring. I'm really ashamed of myself!"
Zhang Zhiwei said this with gritted teeth. He increased the strength of his hands and, having just been slightly stretched apart by Xinyuan, he once again tightly strangled Xinyuan's neck.
"Ho ho ho..." The monkey in the heart struggled hard. It could control everything in the inner scene, but Zhang Zhiwei had strangled its fate by the throat and it could not break free.
Zhang Zhiwei continued to exert force with his hands as he said, "I think I know myself very well. I've cultivated my destiny to the point where I can see gods, and I've cultivated my nature to the point where I can let go of thoughts and be pure. But you can influence me with your fabricated delusions. This is not simple. You 'observe' me very thoroughly, maybe even better than I understand myself. I don't want to kill you anymore. Why don't you come with me? As long as you don't cause trouble, I won't destroy you!"
Zhang Zhiwei's cultivation in the art of internal cultivation, Guanfa, is quite advanced. His control over himself is far beyond the imagination of others.
But there is a saying that goes, "You cannot see the true face of Mount Lu because you are in it." The angle you look at is different, and the things you see are also different.
What he saw through his inner gaze was definitely different from what his inner demon saw.
So Zhang Zhiwei had an idea, to take the inner demon and use it for his own benefit, and let him reflect on himself three times a day, so as to repair the loopholes in his life.
“Hehe…”
The monkey used all his strength to push the hand that was strangling his throat away a little: "Okay, I'll go with you, but you have to let me go first!"
"Let you go?" Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head and looked at it: "If I let you go, won't you have to hold back your ultimate move?!"
How could he know... The monkey's eyes flickered, but soon became firm. It looked into Zhang Zhiwei's eyes with a sincere look:
"What ultimate move? There's no such thing. You know I can't do anything to you!"
"Yeah?"
Zhang Zhiwei stared into the inner demon's eyes for a moment, then said, "But I sense deception and cunning in your eyes. I know your nature is hard to change, but I'm no longer in the mood to waste time with you!"
The next moment, the blue-green flames exploded with Zhang Zhiwei as the center and spread in all directions. The ghosts around that kept colliding with the golden light were instantly swept away by these blue-green flames.
The dim sea of suffering was ignited by this ball of fire. As the waves rolled, the entire sea of suffering turned into a huge blue-green sea of fire, with flames burning fiercely.
This blue-green flame is very different from ordinary flames. Although the fire is raging, there is not a trace of heat.
Because it is the true fire of Samadhi, it does not burn ordinary things, but only burns the souls of all things in the world.
The monkey heart, whose throat was strangled and held high, was the first to bear the brunt of this fire that specifically burned the soul.
It wailed and raged, trying desperately to break free from Zhang Zhiwei's hands, but it was all in vain. Zhang Zhiwei's hands strangled its fate.
“Uh uh… Ahhhh… When, when did you start practicing Samadhi True Fire?!” The Monkey King wailed in horror.
"When? Just now, otherwise, do you think I would play tug-of-war with you?!"
Zhang Zhiwei held up the Monkey King high in the air, and the Samadhi Fire gushed out from his palm, enveloping the Monkey King and burning him into a blue-green torch.
The monkey wailed and screamed, with an unwilling look on his face, "Ahhh... uh uh... how could it be so fast?! And... why did you use the Samadhi True Fire? Didn't you come to me to hone yourself? Shouldn't the Samadhi True Fire be your reserve weapon? Why are you using it now? Ahhhh... hateful... hateful, just one step left, one last step..."
Zhang Zhiwei looked at the torch in his hand, constantly adding fuel to the flames to make the heart monkey burn more vigorously, and said with a smile:
"This Samadhi True Fire is not like the Tang Sect's Dan Shi, which is so confusing and abstruse that it's hard to learn. The cultivation method left by Wu Hou is so detailed that it's even verbose."
"It even lists down which horizontal training methods can best cultivate a physique suitable for cultivating Samadhi True Fire. To learn it, all you need is your hands. You know me so well, you don't think it will take me too long, do you?!"