Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 941 On Inner Demons

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sitting upright in the cave, Jing Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe this..."

In his third dream, Jing Yu found himself in a bustling city. He carefully observed the pedestrians around him and quickly identified where he was.

"The Zhao Kingdom of Yunchuan Region? No, by then the dynasty should have already changed."

Looking into the distance, he immediately spotted a child who looked about five or six years old in the crowd. He was dressed in fine clothes, with a wooden sword at his waist and a sword-shaped stone pendant hanging around his neck.

At this moment, the little boy stood in the crowd, looking blank and lost in thought.

"This is... the point in time when Sword Pavilion was destroyed, and Ling Xiao was teleported to the mortal realm by the extraordinary treasure left behind by Chang Jingsi?"

A pang of heartache rose in Jing Yu's heart, but she quickly calmed herself, and a bold idea took root in her mind:

"Wait... At this moment, Ling Xiao is just a mortal who hasn't awakened his spiritual root!"

"Why not get straight to the point and try a direct approach?"

He took a step forward, jumped in front of Xiao Lingxiao, grabbed his collar, and slapped him twice across the face:

"Ling Xiao! You listen to me right now! Your master's time is limited, you..."

Guan Lingxiao was stunned by the two slaps. His eyes cleared, and at the same time, the surrounding environment began to collapse rapidly, and pedestrians were swallowed up by the endless darkness!

Jing Yu's expression changed: "Oh no...it's backfired, Ling Xiao is about to wake up!"

The boundless darkness engulfed the two of them, and Jing Yu's consciousness once again fell silent.

Meanwhile, in reality, Guan Lingxiao suddenly sat up, beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead: "Had a nightmare? Things have really been weird lately..."

Inside the cave, Jing Yu's body swayed. His consciousness had repeatedly slipped away, leaving his spirit slightly weak. He reached out and pressed his throbbing temples, but his expression at this moment carried a faint joy.

The three consecutive setbacks were not in vain; in a sense, these three failures deepened Jing Yu's understanding of "dreams."

He eliminated many incorrect answers.

As for Jing Yu, he happens to have unlimited capital to try and fail!

"Lingxiao's sword heart is clear and extremely sensitive to inner demons and delusions; simply hiding it is not a solution..."

"But too much fright can destabilize the entire dream structure and eventually cause it to collapse... so that won't work either."

Jing Yu pondered deeply: "It slips into the night like a gentle breeze, silently nourishing all things... There aren't many tricks I can use to infiltrate someone's dreams, so I need to proceed slowly... First, I'll use a method to change his subconscious. Once his subconscious accepts my existence, things will naturally become clear."

He took a deep breath, quickly calmed his mind, adjusted his state, and began to wait for the next time he entered a dream.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

This is the fourth time I've entered your dream.

This time, Jing Yu appeared on an island. He looked into the distance and saw the waves crashing in the East China Sea.

"Is this Tianxu Island?"

I am now standing halfway up Mount Fugui. Looking up, I see the mountaintop bathed in rosy light, and a majestic figure sits on a golden lotus, seemingly preaching.

"That preacher... wasn't that me? Hey! The True Lord of the Mysterious Mirror and Destiny?"

Jing Yu chuckled softly, then with a flick of her hand, she transformed into an ordinary-looking disciple of the Xuanjing Dao Academy and leisurely ascended the mountain.

Although he didn't possess any supernatural powers at the moment, this crude method of transformation was still not difficult, and since his consciousness could change its appearance at will, no one could detect it.

Upon reaching the mountaintop, they indeed saw [True Lord Xuanjing] giving a sermon, with countless disciples of Xuanjing Academy sitting below.

Guan Lingxiao sat in the front row, next to Ye Jinyuan, quietly listening to his master's sermon.

"This time, we're going to talk about [inner demons]."

Then the True Lord of the Mysterious Mirror spoke eloquently: "All sentient beings in the world, as long as they are intelligent beings, will think. And as long as they think, they will have many thoughts. With thoughts, delusions will arise... And if delusions accumulate and are not cleared and resolved, they will give rise to inner demons."

Jing Yu casually found a corner to listen quietly, and immediately understood:

"That's right. My good disciple has been invaded in his dreams by me, this [inner demon], three times in a row. He probably realized something was wrong. As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night... He's been thinking about this matter, and he had the corresponding dream at night."

"This time, I'm using the dream of [Master's sermon] to contemplate how to overcome inner demons."

Jing Yu was extremely displeased when she thought that this dream was specifically designed to resolve her inner demons, especially since the person giving the sermon on the stage was none other than herself, the True Lord of the Mysterious Mirror!

At this moment, Guan Lingxiao listened very attentively, and every now and then he would take out a jade slip to record his master's "golden words of wisdom".

Just as the [Mysterious Mirror True Lord] on the golden lotus platform was speaking eloquently, a hand slowly rose up:

"Master, I have a question, and I would like to ask you to enlighten me."

Everyone turned around in surprise and found that the one who asked the question was an ordinary disciple who was unknown to anyone.

However, [True Lord Xuanjing] appeared amiable and said softly, "Please ask without hesitation."

"I am a sword cultivator. May I ask how to deal with the arising of inner demons and delusions in the heart of a sword cultivator?" Jing Yu asked.

Xuanjing Zhenjun was slightly taken aback, then looked at Guan Lingxiao with a smile:

"I am not a sword cultivator, but your senior brother is a top-tier sword immortal in the Immortal Continent... Ling Xiao, why don't you explain?"

After pondering for a while, Guan Lingxiao said decisively, "Pure sword cultivators are extremely passionate about the sword and have the ability to transform their hearts into swords. As long as they cultivate to the level of sword heart clarity, they will have an invincible Dao heart. When they encounter inner demons and delusions, it's just a matter of one sword strike."

Jing Yu clapped his hands and laughed: "That's right. When cultivators cultivate, if they have delusions, they can cut them off with the sword of the heart. The delusions will disappear instantly, and the inner demons will have no chance to take advantage of them. This eliminates the flaws in the Dao heart from the root. This is the power of sword cultivators."

"Senior Brother truly deserves to be called the number one sword prodigy of this era. I admire him greatly."

Unexpectedly, Jing Yu changed the subject at this moment: "But has Senior Brother ever thought that sword cultivators control their swords with their hearts and use their swords to illuminate their hearts? By eliminating inner demons and delusions when they are still weak, they can certainly maintain their Dao heart from being tainted by dust..."

"But we sword cultivators, when have we not become stronger when facing stronger opponents, possessing an indomitable spirit... Is it not bullying the weak to strike down the inner demon while it is weak?"

"Does a swordsman who roams the world with a flying sword in his hand really sit idly by and watch his inner demons grow stronger, and fight them fair and square?"

"Take the 'Path of Heartlessness' for example. It pursues severing all emotions and nature, but if one has never understood what love is, how can one 'sever emotions'?"

"If one cannot sit idly by and watch the inner demons grow, and defeat them at their strongest moment, how can one be called an invincible Dao heart?"