"What did you just say? What is within the depths of that black power you saw?" Lin Fei grabbed the cultivator and asked.
"It's... it's Hell!"
"Why do I see my relatives? Is it an illusion?!"
"I saw a beast, as if it wanted to devour us."
"I saw a terrifying human face!"
"I saw..."
Everyone spoke out one after another, each seeing something different, but undoubtedly corroborating Lin Fei's thoughts.
"Appearance reflects the heart's contemplation?" Lin Fei murmured.
At this moment, the Saint spoke up, "Perhaps it's true. Appearance reflects the heart's contemplation; what the heart thinks is the end. The end of darkness is always the fantasy of life. Perhaps it really should end; this battle, we cannot win."
"Are you giving up too, Holy Master?" Lin Fei asked.
