Lin Ke walked into the Main Hall and followed a consort to the Bedroom.
He stood before the mirror for a long time.
As he carefully mulled over the story he had heard earlier, he kept feeling that something was not quite right. A moment later, he suddenly came to his senses.
As the saying went, with greater ability came greater responsibility.
No one could occupy such a lofty position yet remain free of all cares, knowing only pleasure.
Besides, this dynasty had existed for thousands of years, yet every cultivator's cultivation seemed to have stagnated. How was that possible?
This was very likely an Illusory Realm. If he really was someone who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation, how could he spend his days doing nothing?
This must be another layer of obsession within my heart, representing my yearning for the highest realm and my thirst for power.
Just as Lin Ke thought this, Lin Ke responded, "Boy, look at those exquisite delicacies. Look at this wealth and splendor. Look at these beauties gathered like clouds."
"Which of them isn't real?"
Lin Ke nodded at those words, but sweat was already streaming down his back.
This really was an Illusory Realm, yet while he was inside it, he had not sensed the slightest difference.
Had he not maintained a science student's spirit of questioning everything, he might truly have sunk into it, unable to pull himself free.
He said to the mirror, "Actually, this fantasy is false."
His reflection froze briefly, clearly not expecting Lin Ke to break free of the Illusory Realm, and anger began creeping into his voice.
"Tell me, then, what's so bad about staying here?"
Lin Ke let out a long sigh.
Judging by his experience when the previous Moon Pattern appeared, every obsession was