Once I pluck this trumpet vine, I'll become an immortal!
Hmph, how could mere monsters stand in the way of my Great Path?
W-why is everything around me writhing? So many bugs! N-no, impossible! The trumpet vine is bleeding…
I didn't!!!
Why is there a human heart in my hand? No, no, my nightmare disorder has been cured. I'm cured. I can't still be having nightmares. This is an illusion. You did this! Die!
Hahaha, I'm finally back to normal. How ridiculous. I've cultivated the Dao for a hundred years, and I almost couldn't tell reality from illusion again. If Master found out, wouldn't I be punished with wall-sitting meditation?
I'm leaving. I'll return to the sect and refine this into an elixir of immortality. This fruit of eternal life, I, Zhou Xinyi, will gladly accept!
W-what is that? Why is there a man's corpse here? Where did his heart go…? No! I didn't do it! You're lying to me!!!
“Master, I can't tell them apart. I really can't tell them apart!!!!”
