Chapter 678: Holy Light Extinguishes Demons

Those who could see nothing, like blind people, and harbored inner demons within this Hall of Holy Light would not only find it impossible to move forward but also be unaware of which direction to go!
Su Che stood still, enduring excruciating pain as he silently pondered a solution.
“The golden light is blinding me, and my detection abilities have also failed. This means I too have inner demons!”
Lao He rubbed his temples and muttered, “No, no such thing as inner demons. I, Lao He, am simply a demon! I like being a demon—I hate those hypocritical saints…”
“Lao He, you’re right,” Su Che thought to himself. “This trial might require me to use the Holy Light to eliminate the demons in my heart, but I don’t want to do that.”
“My inner demons must be overcome by me alone. If I can’t overcome them, let them remain.”
“I just want to be a normal person—capable of making mistakes and having doubts. If I can accept something, I will; if not, I’ll let it linger… I don’t want to become a saint—at least not yet.”
With such thoughts, Su Che stubbornly took a step forward, regardless of direction. He simply stepped straight ahead.
Boom!
With that step, he felt as if struck by lightning. It seemed as though massive waves of golden light converged, forming a giant golden hammer that slammed hard against the core of his heart.
“Ah…”
The monstrous faces in his mind screamed in pain. Each face developed tiny cracks like mirrors, clearly on the verge of shattering.
“Trying to shatter my inner demons?” Su Che roared inwardly. “No! I can despise my inner demons, but no one else can decide their fate.”
Su Che stabilized his mind and unleashed a strange energy, causing the tiny cracks in those monstrous faces to quickly heal…
It was strange!
If others encountered such an opportunity, they would surely see it as a great blessing—using the sacred Holy Light to eliminate inner demons would bring unimaginable benefits in the future. At the very least, as cultivators, having a clear and transparent mind would reduce numerous obstacles on their path, leading to boundless achievements.
But why did Su Che resist?
In fact, even Su Che couldn’t explain the exact reason. It seemed to be an instinctive act of self-protection—he didn’t want any force to understand his inner world through any means.

This Holy Light Hall can help one rid oneself of inner demons, which means it can peer into one’s heart, exposing all secrets.
That’s absolutely unacceptable!
No matter who you are or what your purpose is, don’t even think about entering my inner world!
Su Che took another big step forward!
Boom!
The Holy Light Hammer struck his mind once again, as if trying to shatter the door to Su Che’s heart and force its way in.
“I don’t need anyone’s guidance. I know what lies ahead for me!”
Su Che roared, enduring the blows of the Holy Light Hammer and taking several more steps forward.
Boom! Boom! Boom…
With just seven strikes, Su Che was severely mentally damaged, bleeding from all seven orifices—his injuries seemed grave. Yet he gritted his teeth and took two more steps forward!
Boom! Boom!
Two more heavy blows sent him sprawling to the ground.
Pfft!
Dark red blood sprayed from his mouth. His pitiful posture was not only ugly but also extremely humiliating. Yet Su Che laughed inwardly several times: “Haha, good, that’s great!”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom…
Even though he was lying motionless on the ground, the Holy Light Hammer kept striking him, seemingly determined not to stop until his heart’s door was broken open.
Su Che’s mental defense was like a mirror, cracking again and again under the blows, on the verge of breaking, yet miraculously healing back to its original state in an instant.
There’s no fixed standard for how strong a person’s mental defense can be. Its strength depends entirely on the belief one holds firm.
Su Che’s belief was extremely simple—neither noble nor sacred: “The Immortal Prison belongs to me, forever mine. No one can take it away!”
“Right!”
Lao He also roared in the Immortal Prison, “No one can take it away! What’s a demon? What’s destroying demons? It’s all nonsense! Die all!”
Enduring the blows of the Holy Light Hammer, Su Che rested on the ground for a moment, trying to get up again. But as soon as he raised his arms, he was knocked back down with a thud.
He couldn’t stand up at all!
It didn’t matter. Even though he couldn’t stand, Su Che moved forward a few inches on the ground like a worm, his mouth foaming as he muttered indistinctly, “Damn it! I haven’t eaten in days. Why is the force so weak?”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom…

The power of the Holy Light that destroyed demons seemed enraged, with its force and frequency suddenly increasing several times over, slamming Su Che to the ground and causing him to convulse incessantly, as if he might die at any moment. Even in such a situation, Su Che still talked to Lao He in his mind, though the blows from the Holy Light hammer made his speech slurred, and his mental communication became uncoherent. “Lao He, I… I understand now…” “You see, my wish… the functions of the seventh layer… require a hundredfold increase in endurance…” “Putting everything else aside… first of all, my heart… must have… a hundredfold, even a thousandfold… increase in endurance!” Lao He nodded repeatedly: “Yes, yes, that’s right! It must be that logic.” Though heartbroken to see his master suffering, Lao He understood what his master meant: the second condition for unlocking the seventh layer of the Immortal Prison was that Su Che’s abilities in every aspect must possess a hundredfold enhanced endurance. This condition was extremely difficult to meet, almost impossible to achieve. But the more impossible a goal, the more an unshakable determination was needed to create a miracle. Su Che had resorted to using the Holy Light Hammer to temper his mental strength by confronting his own heart demons. This approach was almost insane, seemingly foolish; if other immortals knew about it, they would surely laugh and say, “Nonsense!” But for Su Che, whether becoming a demon or an immortal was his own business, and no one had the right to interfere. His heart demons, even if they were offspring of his own making, didn’t need others to eliminate them. “The Immortal Prison World will eventually grow into another vast universe. I am the creator god of this world, the master of creation. No one has the right to control my fate.” “No one has that right!” “I am the master of creation in the Immortal Prison World, supremely noble, the highest being…” battered by blow after blow from the Holy Light hammer, Su Che became somewhat confused and could only shout wildly in his mind to boost his resolve. In action, he remained lying on the ground, crawling forward inch by inch. Hearing this, Lao He couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a strange laugh: “Master, you, this so-called master of creation, look like a worm.” “Damn you!” Su Che roared furiously, “I may be a worm now, but one day, I’ll crush you all!” This roar was no longer a mental communication but a direct outburst, and he wasn’t slurring at all…

Above the ground, as this giant worm kept writhing, it left behind a long trail of blood. With a normal person’s blood volume, such loss would have caused death long ago. But Su Che already possessed the strength of an immortal and was nourished by endless vitality, so no amount of blood loss could scare him. He had been accustomed to such hardships since the era of the Shattering Fist, so it was nothing to him. When the trail of blood reached nearly a hundred feet in length, changes finally occurred… It wasn’t his own body that changed, nor was it the Holy Light Hall. Instead, the Immortal Prison Pagoda in his mind suddenly reacted in a remarkable way. Buzz… Every time the Immortal Prison Pagoda rotated on its own, something would happen, and this time was no exception. “What?” Inside the Immortal Prison, Lao He suddenly jumped up and exclaimed, “Great! Great! I’ll give you as much as you want! My dear mother, you’ve finally reacted…” As he spoke, Lao He thought of gathering countless mortal spirit stones from the treasure vault inside the Immortal Prison—at least one-third of the total stock. “Is it enough? Is it enough?” Lao He asked loudly. These spirit stones were requested by the Immortal Prison Pagoda itself. Lao He knew this was a good sign, definitely a good one. The extremely mysterious Immortal Prison Pagoda always brought great benefits to Su Che whenever it made a request. One-third of the Immortal Prison’s stock of spirit stones could sustain an ultimate defense state for a super sect’s mountain protection array for millions of years without any problem. What an enormous amount was that? The Immortal Prison Pagoda wanted to absorb such a large quantity of spirit stones at once—what exactly did it intend to do? Lao He didn’t care about the consumption of spirit stones, nor did Su Che. They were both on their way to the Immortal Realm. In the eyes of true immortals, mortal spirit stones were no different from ordinary soil on Earth. In an instant, countless spirit stones were drawn away by the Immortal Prison Pagoda to some unknown place… Lao He then fell silent, quietly waiting to see what benefits this change would bring to his master. Before long, Su Che, who was lying in the Holy Light Hall, covered in blood and resembling a worm, felt a cool breeze fill his head. His consciousness, previously stunned by the Holy Light Hammer, immediately regained clarity. The cool breeze grew stronger, filling his head in the blink of an eye. Soon after, excruciating headaches set in. Then came unbearable pain—such intense pain that even a masochist like Su Che couldn’t endure it and began to scream in agony.

Crying out like a coward had always been something Su Che despised deeply. Unexpectedly, today he broke this rule. What’s more, it was caused by the Immortal Prison Pagoda! The fact that a masochist would scream loudly shows just how intense the pain must be…