Just as Ye Lin was about to continue on his journey, a crisp voice rang out in his mind. His body stiffened at the sound, and he immediately turned to look—only to find that the woman from before had already vanished.
It was as if she had never appeared at all. The empty starry sky was utterly dark, without a trace of light. Only the flickering stars all around adorned the river of stars.
The light of those stars had traveled from trillions upon trillions of miles away.
Standing alone in the middle of this starry expanse, Ye Lin unexpectedly felt a sense of loneliness rise within him.
What had that woman's words meant?
What the eyes saw and what the ears heard might not necessarily be real. Could it be that the so-called rats, Liu Bai, and the others were all fake—that even the entire world was fake?
Impossible. He still existed in this world. Wherever he stood was real. But then why had things he simply could not comprehend appeared before him?
Why? Why had the countless star rivers, his old acquaintances, and cultivators of every kind all turned into utterly revolting monsters?
If his state of mind had not been incomparably strong, he would likely have already fallen into madness by now.
Just imagine it: the true faces of one's once kind and loving parents, old acquaintances, friends, lovers, and countless people around them were all monsters. How could that not fill one with terror?
Even a cultivator who had endured a thousand tribulations and ten thousand hardships would be unable to remain calm.
A powerful state of mind was one thing, but at the end of the day, he was a cultivator—a living being capable of thought. So long as one was a living being, one