Those Years When I Talked with My Inner Demons

Gu Yan traveled through the world of cultivation for three thousand years and was stuck in the realm of enlightenment for three thousand years. It only takes three days for others to awaken their Taoism, but it took him three thousand years. Others rely on understanding to engrave Dao patterns, while he relies on quarreling with inner demons. While others survived a narrow escape from their inner demons, he made his inner demons his roommates. One day, the demon suddenly handed me a cup of tea: "Gu Yan, I understand." "What did you realize?" "It's not that you have poor qualifications, you are a monster that is 100% chaotic. The reason why you can't practice is because there is no technique in this world that you can use." "What should we do?" The inner demon smiled slightly and opened a book: "So I spent three thousand years making up a set for you." Gu Yan looked down and saw eight big characters written on the title page—— "On How to Fight to the End with the Way of Heaven" "Did you make it up?" "Nonsense, you argue with me every day. Do you think I listen to those fallacies in vain?" From that day on, there was an unconventional monk in the world of cultivation. He said that cultivation is not to comply with the way of heaven, but to contradict it. He said that the inner demon was not Jie, but another self. He said that order will eventually go to heat death, and only chaos will boil forever. Someone asked him where he studied. He pointed to his chest: "Self-taught." A voice came from his chest: "I obviously taught him." ——In those years when I was debating my demons, I changed from roommate to master and disciple.