The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Thunder rumbled, and the rain that had been accumulating for many days poured down.

On such a rainy night, the sound of footsteps mingled with the sound of rain, yet the two people in the dilapidated temple could hear it exceptionally clearly.

"Let's move it to another spot, it's leaking here." Lin Du started moving the straw.

Yuan Ye sighed, "Tell me about this broken tile, it leaks everywhere, even the altar leaks."

The footsteps grew louder and louder, then stopped at the entrance of the dilapidated temple. Lin Du seemed to sense something.

"Who is it?"

The voice outside the door was even more surprised than Lin Du's, "Junior Uncle?"

Then he quickly took a step back, "No, this is an illusion, and Junior Uncle isn't real either."

Lin Du: ...

They are smart, but not much.

She stood up. "Who did you meet? Who did you find suspicious?"

Yuan Ye was more wary than Lin Du. "Who are you? What's your master's name? What's your favorite food? Are there still bamboo trees in the bamboo forest behind our sect?"

The two people, one inside the temple and one outside, stared at each other for a moment.

"Mo Lin, Ju Yuan, I eat anything and I'm not picky. The bamboo forest is gone, so they used it all to build a roof for my junior sister."

Yuan Ye stepped forward. "The code is correct."

Mo Lin entered the dilapidated temple. "I encountered Tian Wu, no, it was a demon disguised as Tian Wu. I was knocked unconscious and came out to look for clues. I ended up here. I knew something was off about my junior sister the moment I saw her..."

He rambled on, explaining the whole story, including his identity, his experiences, and how his identity here seemed to be in love with the fake Xia Tianwu. Then he met Lin Du's slightly upturned lips and Yuan Ye's strange gaze.

"No... what kind of look is that?" Mo Lin was about to draw his sword again.

Yuan Ye coughed heavily, glanced at Lin Du, and realized that Lin Du couldn't see him. He had no choice but to hold it in and think of what to say.

Lin Du laughed unrestrainedly, "Eldest nephew, do you know that this illusion amplifies all the things we eight people desire most in our hearts, our most desired identities, our thoughts, and so on, turning them into the world we most desire?"

"Although the fantasy of eight people is mixed up, making the world seem incongruous, one thing will never change: without inner thoughts, nothing will be projected. Even if there is only a tiny seed in your heart, you have thought about it before, which is why it appears."

For example, Yuan Ye would sometimes not want to care about anything, so in the secret realm he became a person who didn't care about anything and was content with what he had. He was an extreme of carefree living. The secret realm had a slight deviation in the evolution of people's Dao, but no matter what, there is a starting point before there is a path.

"So it's not the illusion or fabrication you think it is," Lin Du's voice was filled with a playful laugh, "it is indeed what your heart desires."

Mo Lin stood there, soaked to the bone by the rain, looking like a stray dog ​​in the rain. Hearing those words, he froze, as if he hadn't quite grasped the situation.

"what?"

He instinctively reached for the sword, but because he was so used to his sword staff, he accidentally touched the blade, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his fingertip.

Mo Lin withdrew his hand, becoming increasingly dazed.

In fact, Junior Uncle was very patient with them. Even though they often couldn't understand what he was saying, Lin Du could always come up with a better way to explain it so that they could understand.

But for the first time, he didn't really want to hear his junior uncle's detailed explanation.

After a long pause, he finally realized, "If you are all real, then is Junior Sister also in the illusion? Where is she? Is she in danger too?"

"At least for now, these fake ones won't hurt anyone." Lin Du paused, "but I'm not sure if they will in the future."

For example... divine intervention.

Lin Du vaguely guessed how bad things would get. It was true that severe punishments could quell the chaos, but this city was still relatively peaceful; this was not some chaotic world.

The people in this city are actually very kind. Those who commit petty theft are punished so severely that they suffer unbearable pain. Do the people believe in God or are they afraid of powerful forces?

The true gods don't think about how to protect the world and cleanse evil spirits, but instead think about oppressing the world. If you don't have evil thoughts, you won't have evil spirits. What kind of logic is this?

Yuan Ye was also thinking, "I haven't seen Yan Qing yet, and I wonder how he is doing."

"And Yue Han, with the young master's brain, I doubt he'd even suspect it's fake. If he can't get out, there are still three hundred spirit crystals left..."

Lin Du glanced at Mo Lin. "Hard to say."

She also vaguely noticed some clues. It seemed that the first dummy that the real person encountered in the illusion was the person they subconsciously wanted to see after entering the secret realm.

Yuan Ye was worried that the young master would run away and not pay the bill, while he was worried that Jin Xuan was too naive and easily deceived, not to mention Mo Lin.

Unexpectedly, by morning, Mo Lin had already incurred divine punishment.

An excruciating pain pierced Mo Lin's body, but Mo Lin remained silent. It was only when Lin Du noticed that the child was stubbornly refusing to move that he realized something was wrong.

"I guess they found out about what I did to hurt someone last night." Mo Lin managed to say, his head throbbing with the thoughts echoing in his mind.

Even so, unlike the city's residents, he did not repeat the divine oracle over and over again in order to calm the excruciating pain.

Lin Du frowned, tested his spiritual power, and found that the spiritual power restraints had loosened a little. He then decisively probed into Mo Lin's meridians.

Mo Lin was startled by the cold, but in the next instant, he found that the divine punishment had faded away.

He looked at Lin Du in surprise, "Junior Uncle, you truly have miraculous healing skills."

It was so cold that people were shivering and their skin turned blue.

Lin Du stood up, somewhat surprised, and a bad feeling crept into his mind.

As dawn broke, the three of them left the dilapidated temple.

To everyone's surprise, they bumped into Yue Han, who was panicking and running away, at the entrance of the alley.

Yue Han, clutching her sore face, looked up and saw Lin Du and the other two. Her eyes lit up, "Zhen Liu!!!"

Lin Du: ...

This foolishness is real, no doubt about it.

She hadn't expected Yue Han to realize this so quickly.

The young master in front of them looked extremely pitiful. His clothes were disheveled, and there were strange bits of grass and lime hanging on his head. His whole face was covered in dust. When he saw them, he was overjoyed and burst into tears.

"How terrifying! Hwang Hwon is a fake! I was so scared that I waited until midnight before sneaking out through the dog hole!"

The three members of the Supreme Sect: ...This is truly a unique method.

Yue Han's eyes were brimming with tears. "At first, I thought this secret realm just wanted me to be the city lord, so I obediently followed them and did whatever they told me to do. I got used to them praising me as wise and powerful and good at governing. But last night after dinner, Huang Xuan actually said that I have excellent musical talent. I was terrified!"

"What if the test in this secret realm is for me to play normal notes! I'll just say I'm not feeling well and need to rest, then escape in the middle of the night!"

Yue Han wiped away her tears, smearing the dust off her face like an ink painting. "This is terrifying. What am I going to do? My music class is the worst in the clan."

Lin Du sighed. He had originally wanted to tease the young master, but now there was no way to do so.

Who would have thought that Yue Han would believe Huang Xuan was fake in this way?

In just a few days, the divine punishments that repeatedly occurred in the city made the people of the city hesitant and terrified, while the evil spirits outside the city became even more rampant. Marks of evil spirits began to appear at the city gate, and the people of the city were filled with panic and constant disputes.

As soon as Yan Qing appeared in the courtroom, someone pounced on her.

"My lord, please grant me justice!"