"Aunt Lan, I want to take a walk by myself."

Aunt Lan handed me an umbrella, but I waved it off.

Gently, the autumn wind blew, and the drizzling autumn rain was capable of washing away sorrows. It's nice to walk in the rain like this.

When I was young, I raised a ginger cat named Little Orange with my elder brother. It was full of arrogance and loved cleanliness. It often showed off by bringing mice in front of me.

Later, it accidentally broke my mother's glass lamp, and my mother's attendant beat it to death.

My father lied to me and said he had sent Little Orange away. I ran to the intersection of Jumo every day, waiting for its return. I thought it would eventually miss home, right?

Later, my brother told me to stop waiting, that it wouldn't come back.

I cried, but my brother told me not to be sad and that we would find another ginger cat exactly like it in the future.

I said I didn't want that. I only wanted Little Orange. It had such a bad temper and was so arrogant, it hardly had any merits, but it was the only Little Orange!

That day, it was raining just like this, and I walked in the rain, walking in despair.

Perhaps because of the rain, the usually bustling Zhuque Street was empty. I don't know how long I walked until the sword "zheng" of Chengying was unsheathed.

Only then did I suddenly realize that something was wrong.

This is Zhuque Street, but it's not.

Arrows flew through the air, coming towards me. I used my robe to catch the arrows and wielded Chengying to block them. The arrows fell to the ground.

I took a few steps forward and nearly fell into a bottomless cliff. When I turned around, I found myself on top of a mountain, surrounded by a blood moon, jagged rocks, and flickering ghostly lights.

This is an illusion.

The last killer of the Wuzhen Jia faction finally appeared.

He really knows how to choose the timing.

The most important thing in entering an illusion is to remain calm.

I swung Chengying and tried to split the mountain rocks with a few strikes. The rocks made a sound like metal, and the illusion cracked and healed in an instant.

False can be true, and true can be false.

Even the false things in the illusion can cause real fatal injuries. Every step is full of danger.

But I have a pair of eyes with excellent vision, capable of seeing hundreds of miles deep underground.

This is a painting, and the person wielding the brush is drawing. Stroke by stroke, every perilous situation I face is created by this person.

I wield my sword and kill the zombies and ghosts that occasionally appear. I also have to watch out for whether I'm stepping into empty space. In no time, I'm drenched in sweat.

Just as I'm about to focus and ignite a forest, a distant "roar" echoes. I thought it was a giant beast, but it turns out to be towering white waves, surging towards me.

I leap forward, using my internal energy to move, and jump onto a mountain peak. Before I catch my breath, the mountain collapses into a vast ocean. In the sea, a gigantic sea creature spouts water and plays around. The water columns it spews become these towering waves.

I jump onto the back of a Kun, gaze around, and whether it's the sky, the sea, islands, or mountains, they all ignite, engulfed in the flames of my anger.

The fire grows bigger and bigger, and a hand tries to extinguish it, but the loopholes become larger and larger. I leap out from that hole, wielding Chengying and slashing. The painting shatters into pieces, collapsing instantly, devoured by the flames of my anger.