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Two thousand years ago, in a secret place.

The man sat cross-legged on the mat with his eyes closed. Sweat soaked his inky black hair and his clothes were disheveled.

"Cough." He spat out a mouthful of blood, soaking his shirt. The man finally opened his eyes, but they were bloodshot.

After returning from Master Sengcan, Mo Heng began to make plans to eliminate his inner demons and strive for Mahayana.

In the direction Master Sengcan pointed, he found the final ingredient for the Demon-Exorcising Pill, the Soul-Bewitching Grass. Mo Heng refined several batches of the elixir, preparing for a protracted battle.

Before the fusion stage, his cultivation was completely smooth sailing, like a fish in water, and he reached the fusion stage at an age that others could not expect. His inner demon suddenly appeared.

That was in the late stage of fusion, when he was about to reach the Mahayana stage, but his soul seemed to be suddenly infected by something, and the seeds of inner demons were planted and grew in his heart.

Mo Heng tried all possible methods, but it only made the inner demon take root deeper. The only solution now was to try to use the exorcism pill when he was going through the tribulation, and use the power of thunder tribulation to break the inner demon.

If successful, the inner demons will be eradicated and Mahayana will be achieved; if failed, the body will die and the path will be destroyed.

That’s what Mo Heng originally thought.

However, Mo Heng still underestimated the harm of that thing. The heaven sent down a mental calamity, and the exorcism pill had little effect. Seeing that the thunder calamity was about to strike his soul, he would disappear in this world in the next second.

But a thought arose in my mind that I couldn't die yet. Even if I had to survive, I had to wait a little longer.

Who are you waiting for?

Mo Heng didn't know, but he felt that if he didn't wait, someone would be sad for him.

Enduring the pain of his soul being torn apart, Mo Heng severed the soul that was attached to the inner demon, and then sealed his memory of the incident, hoping to get a glimmer of hope.

Fortunately, perhaps by divine intervention, Mo Heng survived. But this survivor, having forgotten his inner demons, left the fragment in that secret realm, where it remained for two thousand years.

In the secret realm, the severed inner demon relied on that little bit of soul power to develop its own consciousness. At this time, a thousand years had passed.

The inner demon that has developed self-awareness remembers everything and cannot forget anything. It is trapped in this secret realm by Mo Heng and has no one to communicate with.

Decades later, a monk broke into the misty forest. He was possessed by a demon in his heart and was very similar to himself at that time.

Moved by a certain compassion, Mo Heng suppressed his inner demons for him.

"There is a way to get rid of the inner demons. Do you want to try it?" Mo Heng stood in front of the monk, looking down at him.

"No, since I can't overcome my inner demons, I'll just accomplish something and end the rest of my life."

The monk recognized Mo Heng's face, a person who shouldn't be here. He also guessed what method Mo Heng was talking about, but some things needed to be remembered.

He can't forget, can't forget, can't see through it, so he just leaves it to fate.

"If you want to know the causes of your past lives, look at what you are experiencing in this life; if you want to know the results of your future lives, look at what you are doing in this life."

In the early stages, the exorcism pills could be used to calm the monk's inner demons. He would occasionally wake up and chat with Mo Heng about what had happened outside in the past thousand years.

Later, he was awake less and less, so Mo Heng built a temple for him so that he could chant scriptures and beat wooden fish in front of the Buddha to gain a moment of peace.

The secret realm has been closed again and will not be opened until the next thousand years. Both the monk and Mo Heng have lost the chance to get out.

The accident happened one night when he was bored watching the water flowing in the mountain stream, but suddenly he received a memory.

He saw a country suffering from war, a shining soul, and a curled up child.

When the child opened his arms, Mo Heng couldn't help but want to cross over and hug him for that person, but he couldn't. He couldn't get out, and he was dressed in black, so he thought the child would not like him.

As the memories came to him one by one, he understood that they were the original body's memories, and his memories were synchronized with the original body.

The child was very well-behaved and cute. He grew up little by little. When he was five years old, his spiritual roots were tested and a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. Unfortunately, the sky of the secret realm was not connected to the outside world, so he could not see it with his own eyes.

Xiaojun is extremely talented. He established his foundation at the age of eight and reached the golden elixir stage at the age of seventeen. Now it is time for him to go on a long journey.

Mo Heng felt that his chance had come. Over the past decade or so, he had found a way to leave this place quietly through his original body's memories. "As long as you come to me, I will never let you go."

"I'm going out. Do you want to leave?" After all, they had been neighbors for nearly a thousand years. Mo Heng came to the monk and said goodbye to him.

The temple was in ruins due to the monks' intermittent bouts of inner demons. He sat on the only intact cushion, beating the wooden fish. Upon hearing this, he raised his empty eyes and "looked" at Mo Heng, who was dressed in black and had red eyes, and pleaded, "I want you to help me kill someone."

His life span is coming to an end, and he probably won't be able to kill those people from the Qu family.

Mo Heng heard this and said with a smile, "Then let's make a deal."

Mo Heng brought the monk out of the secret realm and brought him to Sunset Valley.

Although the monk's life span was coming to an end and his spiritual power was dissipating, his physical skills were still there.

He went against his own principles and poisoned two dishes, watching the Qu family member and the innocent child fall into a coma due to the poisoning.

His health was too poor to escape the search of Sunset Valley, so he could only carefully avoid the crowd and return to Huling City, waiting for the secret realm to open again in a year.

Mo Heng hid in the forbidden area of ​​Qinglong. There was abundant spiritual energy here. Staying there for a while would help cover up the aura of his inner demon. He might not be able to fool those powerful ones, but it would be more than enough to fool the children in the Jindan stage.

The Qinglong has a good temper. As long as you don't disturb it, it will be more tolerant of you. So you just wait by the lake. This is the only way to the Qinglong Cave, and you will definitely see him here.

Perhaps all his good luck was used up at this moment. Xiaojun was poisoned and looked at him in a daze.

"You brought this to my door, so I won't be polite." Mo Heng naturally wouldn't give up the prey that was delivered to his door.

Xiaojun did not refuse, but invited him instead, which made Mo Heng both excited and angry. He was excited about Xiaojun's initiative, but angry that he could win Xiaojun's favor.

But so what, in the end she still fell into his arms.

Xiaojun also didn't want to go back to Tianyu Peak, which was exactly what I wanted. So I took advantage of this stolen time to impress my mark on Xiaojun over and over again.

But I didn't expect that after going around in circles, I still returned to that secret place.

Qu Chan had reached the end of his life. In this final moment, he should repay the karma he owed. He really did a good job, didn't he? Poor Qu family, they will never find the murderer who poisoned the fourth child of the Qu family until their death.

Today is Qu Chan's last day. Let's go say goodbye. Maybe his present will be my future. It's not bad to have a friend to say goodbye to at the end of my life.

Please help him send the relics left by Daochan back to Fahua Temple, so that he can return to his roots.

I met Master Sengcan again. He couldn't tell my true identity. It seemed that I did a pretty good job of disguising myself.

Although the old monk's words were unpleasant, he was right. I had no way to accompany him in his ascension, and was destined to stay in this world, waiting for a collapse that would come at an unknown time.

I really can't accept this.