Qin Ye stared at his own hand in an absentminded manner, and only after a long while did he lower it back to his side. He knew that even if he were given another chance, he would make the same choice.

The entire world fell silent again. The trial of inner demons was like an infinite cycle, and after each failure, the time before the next reset was filled with nothing but silence and darkness.

Qin Ye couldn't afford to waste this time. The rules of the trial of inner demons were completely unclear, so he had to find them himself, and time was of the essence.

"Everything that I experience during the trial has already happened, so the events are not to be altered. Any attempts to alter or delay the events will result in the failure of the trial. Everything beyond that seems to be tolerated."

A contemplative look appeared on his face.

It seemed to be quite simple, but Qin Ye didn't allow himself to grow complacent. According to the Heavenly Dao, this was supposed to be an invincible divine art, and at the moment, it seemed too easy.

Impulsive urges struck everyone from time to time, but once the lesson was learned, one would be able to exercise restraint. He was certain that the next time this happened,...