Under One Person: God Profiler

"It's not that my inner vision is like this, but that all sorcerers' inner visions are like this. This is the result of research by my ancestor Zhuge Liang."

Zhuge Qing explained to Xia Linyuan.

"Is every warlock like this?" Xia Linyuan looked at Zhuge Qing with considerable surprise.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, probably just a difference in cultivation direction. I find the idea of ​​the inner landscape being the same strange." Xia Linyuan said, gently touching the surrounding purple aura. "Heaven and earth are a cage, the physical body is a shackle, and the inner landscape is the dwelling place of 'essence' and 'spirit.' When the spirit becomes 'saint,' the body becomes 'king,' and when the two unite, one ascends to godhood. This is my view on the inner landscape..."

Does "ascending to godhood" mean ascending to heaven?

Zhuge Qing tentatively asked, "Inner sage and outer king, that's interesting, but the point of spiritual sagehood alone is already difficult for most people in the world, and there is no accurate definition for physical kingship. Back then, when Wang Yangming attained enlightenment in Longchang, his state of mind reached a state of perfection, but he was stumped by the step of outer kingship."

"A ruler who governs the world will lead the people to follow the Way." A person who can completely control their emotions, whose thoughts and actions are in sync, was soon bound by the constraints of the flesh. After quelling the rebellion of Prince Ning, he died of illness on a boat in Fuqinglong Port, Nan'an, Jiangxi.

Wang Ye sighed softly: "A person's spirit far surpasses that of the body. It's not impossible to forge a body that matches one's spirit, but it's certainly a slim chance."

Xia Linyuan slowly shook his head. The godhood and ascension he mentioned were two different things.

"So, you sorcerers obtain answers and foresee the future here?"

Xia Linyuan asked Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing with a puzzled look.

Seeing the latter nod, he continued to ask them, "You yourselves don't know the answers, yet you can find them within your own inner world. Where do these answers come from?"

"The way of heaven."

Wang Ye pointed upwards: "The things that mortals do leave traces, even the slightest movements will have an impact."

"For example, when a person yawns, it is a normal physiological phenomenon for humans, but for those invisible microorganisms, it is a life-or-death situation."

Wang Ye held up one finger: "To sum it up in one sentence, there are no small matters in the world, and Heaven naturally knows. The sorcerer follows the Heavenly position, senses the Heavenly Way, and thus obtains what he wants to know."

Xia Linyuan agreed with Wang Ye's explanation, which was similar to his belief that there is a divine way above all things and that there are gods watching over people.

If the Way of Heaven can answer questions, then can the gods answer them too?

"If neither of you has any further questions, I'll begin." Wang Ye glanced at Zhang Chulan, and seeing that the latter made no move, he assumed a fighting stance.

The surrounding purple vortex surged towards Wang Ye, flowing into his heart. After a short while, a huge sphere floated out from Wang Ye's chest. The original purple halo seemed to have materialized, flowing and pulsating as if burning with a flame.

"Everyone, circulate your energy and shatter it; the answer lies within."

"Let me make this clear first: getting the answer comes at a price—breaking it consumes your life force. It's not too late to back out now."

After Wang finished speaking, he unleashed a ball of white flame from his palm.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhuge Qing also unleashed a ball of crimson flame.

Xia Linyuan also channeled his internal energy towards the purple flame, but the energy suddenly turned into black wood as soon as it left his hand.

Zhang Chulan, as if just snapping out of a daze, shouted, "Old Wang! You have to give me my lifespan allowance! Twenty million!"

Several lifelike wooden blocks were immediately produced.

The wood fueled the fire, and when the two met, they caused a violent fluctuation, and the purple flameball enveloping the answer burst forth with a clear, cool light.

The light shone on everyone, and they felt an inexplicable power coursing through their bodies, causing them to quickly weaken and beads of sweat to appear on their foreheads.

"Old Wang, how much longer?"

Zhang Chulan, whose cultivation was the weakest, finally experienced what it felt like to have a tube inserted. The intense sensation was so intense that he couldn't help but cry out.

"Now, give it your last bit of strength!"

Wang Ye was also covered in sweat.

Just when Zhang Chulan was about to give up, there was a loud bang.

The sphere of purple flames exploded with a bang, the purple fluorescence dissipated, the bubbles in the dream dissipated, and four white streams of light swirled and flew into the center of everyone's foreheads.

The image of a bald man wearing a gold chain arranging for someone to monitor Wang Ye flashed into everyone's minds.

One of the Ten Elders, Chen Jinkui.

Wow, that's amazing! I didn't expect to actually get the complete information.

Upon witnessing this method, Xia Linyuan couldn't help but express his sincere admiration. Although it was somewhat life-consuming, who would care about sacrificing a little lifespan to ensure the safety of others?

"It's really good..."

"Anything you want to know is readily available..."

A dazed voice came from beside Xia Linyuan...

The shattered purple flame sphere seemed to have a new core, continuously gathering intense flames and burning fiercely, turning golden!

Xia Linyuan's pupils contracted, and he glared at Zhang Chulan, demanding, "What are you doing!"

Zhuge Qing was also very anxious: "Oh no, people who are performing this kind of ritual for the first time are easily misled by the answers!!"

Why wasn't this mentioned sooner! Xia Linyuan's temples throbbed. His good manners prevented him from immediately resorting to insults; instead, he asked:

What happens if you are misled?

"We will all be swallowed up by the answer, becoming walking corpses..."

At this moment, tentacles formed from burning golden flames spread out, seemingly trying to envelop Xia Linyuan.

"A walking corpse? With something like that!" Xia Linyuan looked at the tentacles with disgust.

As if responding to Xia Linyuan's emotions, a deep, dark color slowly appeared on his handsome face.

The purple-tinged barrier trembled violently and began to crack, while sharp, melodious opera singing echoed throughout the interior.

Chapter 158 Below One God

"what sound!"

"Performing opera? Who's performing opera?"

A huge uproar erupted in Wang Ye's and Zhuge Qing's hearts. Looking around, they discovered that the interior of their surroundings was crumbling.

"Old Wang, what's going on here!"

A burst of flame erupted from Zhuge Qing's fingernails, blasting the approaching tentacles of the answer aside. However, the tentacles quickly wrapped around him again.

"It's Xia Linyuan's inner vision that's making the impact!"

A hint of shock flashed in Wang Ye's eyes. After thinking for a moment, he said, "The four of us are in the same inner world, and each of us is actually ourselves within that inner world. Therefore, it's not surprising that Xia Linyuan is unfolding his inner world within the inner world?"

"Not surprising? That's really strange!"

Zhuge Qing's art style completely collapsed. He was caught off guard and his body was tightly bound by the tentacles of the answer. However, he still shouted at Wang Ye in bewilderment: "If the inner realm is so easily destroyed by someone, that person would have been hunted down by all the sorcerers in the world long ago! What's the point of sorcerers cultivating their minds and their ways!"

"Hey, no, Zhuge Qing, why are you yelling at me? Go yell at Xia Linyuan!"

Wang Ye struggled against the Answer Tentacles, but Ding Huo's power was too weak, and he was constantly being interfered with by Zhuge Qing. Soon, he was also tied up by the Answer Tentacles and hung next to Zhuge Qing.

Wang Ye tilted his head and said helplessly, "Alright! Are you satisfied now?"

Zhuge Qing's face was now as blue as his name.

Wang Ye sighed helplessly: "The interior scenery has not been damaged, it has only been replaced. Please take a closer look, okay?"

"I'm the one who started this game, and the interior is yours. If it gets destroyed, will we still be able to talk properly?"

Zhuge Qing blinked, his eyes filled with a blue light.

Was he really replaced?

As the opera music drew nearer, the sounds of clapper talk, gongs and drums, and erhu gradually filled the air.

The purple halo barrier gradually faded, and a thick, dark fog drifted in.

Impermanence wore a drum, Judge banged a gong, and countless ghost heroes followed closely behind. They held iron chains as if dragging something, chanting incoherent tunes, and strode out of the inner realm with a leap every three steps and a turn every five.

Above the black mist, pure white celestial mist drifted, celestial maidens gently played their pipa, celestial warriors drank fine wine while holding peaches of immortality, and celestial generals wielded all sorts of weapons, dancing an ancient and mysterious dance...

As the chanting of Buddhist hymns arose, golden light burst forth, and Buddhas in various poses emerged—some compassionate, others fierce and menacing. Dragons and tigers served at their sides, white elephants bellowed, lions roared, and peacocks displayed their tails, scattering scriptures. A single, abrupt glance could plunge one into a demonic abyss…

As the ghosts ventured deeper, the chains in their hands tightened, and a floating, ancient rock quietly entered their lair.

A corner of a scarlet robe, with gilded squares, was draped over the rock.

As the robes appeared, the purple halo inside the scene quickly dissipated before the naked eye, and for a moment the sky was clear and the mountains stretched out, with one peak after another.

The chains creaked and groaned, and the red robes stretched upwards, gradually revealing the formation that stretched as far as the eye could see, like a towering mountain range.

The ghost gate, the celestial court, the Buddhist temple and other buildings appear on the robes, scattered and mixed together, like an unplanned mountain village.

clang clang...

Suddenly, the opera singing became chaotic, the drumbeats were noisy, and all sorts of opera singing styles drifted in from all directions, like crazy babbling, constantly drilling into people's ears.

Both Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing's faces showed signs of pain.

A golden sphere of light floated above the mountains, and in an instant, thousands of tentacles of answers reached out, passing over ghosts, immortals, and Buddhas, and rushing straight towards the higher clouds.

"Amitabha……"

The ancient, still chanting of Buddhist prayers rose again from the clouds. Two suns appeared in the sky.

In an instant, the entire interior fell silent. The judge hesitated, then struck out with a soft "thump...thump...clang!"

"He taught me...to let go of lingering resentment...to refrain from petulance...to start anew...to change my temperament, to stop clinging to the past, to turn back from the sea of ​​suffering, and to realize the cause of my suffering!"