Devil's Bible

Nemus naturally has the ability to break this vicious cycle. As long as he guides it with the power of the true spirit, he can exceed the limits to a certain extent, allowing Menghe's consciousness and body to connect and achieve spiritual perfection.

However, such behavior will inevitably expose oneself.

"So let the Moon Goddess bleed more," Nemus thought to himself.

"And the Moon Goddess shouldn't be that foolish. Under normal circumstances, she would be more cautious when faced with huge benefits," Nemus thought.

Extending this idea to others, if Nemus were to encounter a miraculous event that motivates him to invest even more energy in it, he wouldn't necessarily give up on the event, but he would certainly test it at a crucial moment.

We can't let this so-called 'adventure' lead us astray.

The same goes for the moon goddess.

He may be basking in the immense benefits of spiritual growth and development right now, but He will instantly come to his senses once these benefits involve too many vested interests.

At that point, it will be a contest of will and confidence.

Nems's location in the shadows gives him a significant advantage.

However, we must not underestimate the moon goddess because of this.

Meng He carefully sensed the growth of his spirituality and then made a rough estimate.

Spiritual development takes more time, perhaps several months or even several years.

On this scale, however, lies Menghe's slight expectation for another region.

Although she didn't remember it very clearly, she vaguely recalled that the Land of Slumber could contact the outside world once every once in a while.

My current consciousness was formed during that previous connection.

If the connection is made again, will I be able to connect with my true self and perfect my spirituality?
Menghe felt he had to wait.

As time went by, other climbers around him came and went, but Menghe found that the contact he was waiting for never came.

Most importantly, Menghe felt himself becoming weak.

This change is extremely subtle, yet it truly exists.

It was only then that Meng He realized that he was just a consciousness.

Although the Tower of the Moon is a dream, it can accommodate the long-term existence of consciousness.

However, if the body and mind are not nourished for a long time, the consciousness will gradually dissipate and become chaotic, thus falling into a state of weakness.

As time goes by, Menghe will become weaker and weaker until this consciousness completely disappears.

"We can't wait any longer!" Meng He immediately snapped out of his daze.

In the current situation, the longer I wait, the lower my chances of clearing the second level will be.

"Furthermore, I cannot rely entirely on external assistance to help me." Meng He could feel that as his consciousness weakened, his own 'purity' also weakened a little.

For someone like her who follows the path of pure essence, although she can draw upon external forces, she cannot rely on external forces as her primary source.

If her consciousness hadn't weakened before, then waiting for external contact would simply be a way to strengthen her self-cultivation.

Now that the consciousness is weakening, yet continues to wait, it means that it has completely lost confidence in its own power, and naturally, its purity will be diminished.

As Meng He decisively gave up waiting, her purity returned, and even gained some enhancement.

Of course, this enhancement also strengthens the clones.

Meng He even discovered that the opponent's pure enhancement level was more than twice that of hers.

The already slim chances of winning have become even lower.

However, at this moment, Meng He had no regrets.

She simply stepped forward, grasped the training wooden sword, and swung it at her perfect replica.

The moment their blades clashed, Meng He felt immense pressure. His opponent possessed all the swordsmanship and power he had, and in fact, their strengths were even greater.

In this situation, the battle became extremely difficult.

Meng He felt that the other person was his 'ultimate' form, and everything about him was restrained in front of the other person.

If your swordsmanship is even slightly slower, you'll always be on the defensive and vulnerable to attacks.

If you are weak, you will always be suppressed.

Menghe is currently in this state.

The moment she engaged in combat, she felt waves of pressure bearing down on her, leaving her no choice but to passively defend herself.

As he continued to parry, Menghe began to focus on the changes in his own spirituality.

Her spirituality is the only difference between her and her clone.

The clone, through the spirituality of the moon goddess, gained the power of source domination over other similar things.

"Their advantage lies in the fact that they are always more advantageous than me. All my growth will drive her growth, and this growth will maintain that terrifying suppressive power."

"If it weren't for my spirituality amplifying my power by a level, I probably would have lost long ago."

"But I can sense that the spiritual amplification is already at its limit at one level. How can I perfect it without going through my physical body?"

"I don't even have a clear direction." Meng He's thoughts were running wild.

Logically speaking, amplifying one's own power by one level through spirituality is already an incredible ability, but Menghe just felt that something was not quite right.

"What is the imperfection?" Menghe kept thinking about her only advantage.

However, she simply couldn't figure it out, and this distraction disrupted her fighting rhythm.

Menghe ultimately lost.

Faced with the clone, all her actions seemed to be meaningless.

Gradually, he sustained more and more wounds, and his consciousness became increasingly scattered and unstable in the process.

The moment the thought "I've lost!" crossed Meng He's mind, all his resistance vanished.

With a single swing of the sword, the clone vanished from Meng He's consciousness, pierced by the blade.

Nems coldly watched all of this, even though his own consciousness, enveloped by the 'external existence,' would dissipate along with Meng He's consciousness, Nems made no move.

They watched helplessly as Meng He's consciousness faded away.

However, before it dissipated, Nemus sensed something.

Sure enough, a little bit of moonlight shone down.

Although Meng He's consciousness dissipated, his spirit remained.

It was at this moment that Menghe suddenly realized what was lacking in his spirituality.

That is, she has been ignoring something very basic—spirituality is an existence that transcends consciousness.

Spirituality is the source; all one's thoughts and origins should be based on spirituality.

However, during this period of time, Menghe has regarded spirituality as an additional source of power.

This is why she has never been able to perceive the direction of spiritual perfection.

"Where there is spirituality, there is my true self, which is the source of all things..."

Driven by spiritual power, Meng He's dissipating consciousness began to rapidly coalesce under the moonlight. (End of Chapter)