Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

The night sky was like a vast black silk fabric woven from the Nine Nether Abyss, carrying endless mystery and oppression. It slowly descended from the edge of the sky with an irresistible force, enveloping the entire "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion" airtight. The stars that had once shone brightly like precious gems in the vast sky seemed to be quietly hidden by an invisible giant hand stretching out from the chaos. In an instant, they disappeared without a trace, as if they also knew that this land was about to be swallowed by the dark clouds, so they couldn't bear to look at the impending tragic scene. Darkness, like surging and furious tides, wave after wave, penetrated into every corner of the "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion" with a nearly crazy momentum, relentlessly devouring the last bit of weak light and hope, making the space filled with suffocating depression and fear, as if being in the prelude to the end of the world.

Lin Yu sat alone by the old and mottled window. The window seemed to be the only fragile connection between him and the outside real world, bearing his inner loneliness and hesitation. His gaze passed through the dirty and scratched, blurred window lattice, looking at the night sky that was as deep as an endless abyss, as if it could swallow everything in the world. His eyes were empty and confused, as if he wanted to see through the endless darkness with this last look and find even the faintest glimmer of dawn to dispel the heavy haze in his heart. However, his heart was like a violent sea with surging waves, howling winds, and towering billows. Turbulent emotions could not be calmed for a long time. Complex and contradictory emotions intertwined and flickered in his eyes. The deep nostalgia for the good old days in the "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion" was like a rare treasure that he had carefully cherished and regarded as precious, but it was mercilessly shattered in front of him in an instant, making him extremely heartbroken. The deep - seated pain and anger at the creepy dark secrets hidden beneath its glamorous appearance were like his beloved being ruthlessly defiled by an evil shadow, making him filled with grief and indignation. The reluctance to part with his friends whom he had met on the path of pursuing truth together was like having to let go of the hands that had always held his, giving him warmth and strength, making him feel extremely lost. But more intense was his unwavering perseverance in justice, like an unquenchable and blazing sacred fire burning in his heart, illuminating the dark corners of his inner self and giving him the courage and strength to move forward.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past days in the "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion". The beautiful times when he studied ancient books with like - minded companions were like the twinkling stars in the quiet night sky, bright and precious, becoming the dazzling pearls in the long river of his memory. In a quiet corner of the library, they often sat in a circle, devoutly holding ancient books exuding a faint ink fragrance in their hands, discussing the obscure words, which were like mysterious codes, word by word, and sharing their unique insights and profound understandings of all things in the universe without reservation. Every new discovery was like accidentally finding a long - hidden treasure in the dark, instantly lighting up their eyes and making them too excited to contain themselves. The excited expressions were as if they had found the key to the mysterious world. The moonlight was like water, gently sprinkling on their young, energetic, enthusiastic, and intelligent faces. They talked freely about their grand ideals for the future, full of longing to uncover the mysterious veil of the universe and explore its endless mysteries one day, like a group of dream - filled explorers about to embark on an unknown and alluring journey. Every small breakthrough, whether it was a new interpretation of a mysterious rune or a deep understanding of a subtle cultivation method, could make them cheer with joy. Their hearty laughter seemed to be able to penetrate the layers of clouds, dispelling the haze around them and filling the entire space with vitality and energy.

When facing difficulties and challenges, they supported each other even more and never left each other, just like a closely connected and life - and - death - bound whole. When they encountered bottlenecks in the cultivation process and the pain of spiritual power backlash, which was like ten thousand ants gnawing at the heart and almost collapsing the body, it was their friends who stayed by his side without hesitation, giving him encouragement and support with gentle and firm words. The warm words were like the gentle breeze in spring, gently caressing his heart, injecting him with a steady stream of strength and helping him get through that difficult time. They shuttled together through the dark, deep, and dangerous forest, carefully looking for rare herbs. Every step was full of danger and unknown. They jointly faced the sudden attacks of fierce beasts, taking care of each other and fighting side by side. When cultivating in the icy cold pool, which was like a cold prison, they cheered each other on, using their strong will to resist the bone - chilling cold. The encouragement from each other became their spiritual pillar to persevere. Those sincere and deep friendships were like the warm sunshine in winter, unreservedly shining on the depths of each other's hearts, becoming an important source of motivation for them to keep moving forward and never give up on the long and arduous path of cultivating truth. However, now these once extremely beautiful memories were like a double - edged sword, cutting and tearing at his heart mercilessly. On one side was the deep friendship that was as deep as the ocean and as precious as a treasure, which was like vines tightly winding around his heart. On the other side was the unbreakable justice, like the bright stars hanging high in the sky, guiding his way forward. The tug - of - war between the two made him fall into a deep whirlpool of pain and struggle, unable to extricate himself.

But when his thoughts returned to the sealed ancient book again, the fire of justice that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time seemed to be poured with boiling hot oil. In an instant, it burned brightly, and the fire became more and more intense, almost igniting his soul, turning it into a blazing flame of justice, illuminating the dark corners of his heart. The bloody, cruel, and heinous scenes recorded in the ancient book were like nightmare scenes emerging from the abyss of hell, constantly flashing and cycling in front of his eyes, lingering. The miserable screams of innocent creatures were like sharp arrows stabbing his eardrums. The eyes full of despair and fear were like black holes devouring his heart. And the sacrificial ground filled with a strong smell of blood, like a purgatory on earth, deeply stabbed the depths of his heart, as if countless steel needles were 

stabbing his soul. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white with force, and kept asking himself in his heart, "How can I watch those innocent lives being brutally slaughtered? How can I allow the evil forces to spread wantonly on this land I love, mercilessly devour all the light and hope, and turn this pure land into a paradise for demons?" He knew clearly that if he chose to remain silent and escape at this moment, he would never be able to forgive himself. His conscience would be tortured by endless remorse, as if being crazily gnawed by thousands of hungry ants. This pain would follow him like a shadow, accompanying him throughout his life, making him restless, as if falling into the Avici Hell, unable to be freed.

In this long and painfully tormenting night, Lin Yu was like a lost and helpless traveler deep in the dark forest. There was a fierce and cruel struggle going on in his heart. He paced back and forth in the room, his steps heavy and slow. Each step he took seemed to step on his own fragile and sensitive heart, making a dull sound, as if it was the cry of his inner pain. He constantly weighed the pros and cons, like a cautious chess player, carefully thinking about every possible choice and the various consequences it would bring in his mind. On the one hand, he really couldn't bear to break the deep friendship with his friends, which was as deep as the ocean and as precious as a treasure. He didn't want those days when they laughed, fought, and spent countless unforgettable times together to turn into a mirage in an instant. That would be a pain more unbearable than death. On the other hand, he couldn't turn a blind eye to the heinous evil deeds hidden in the darkness of the "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion". If he let it go and allowed more innocent lives to suffer that tragic fate, his soul would forever bear a heavy sin and could not be redeemed. This inner struggle was like a more tragic war without gunpowder smoke, making him physically and mentally exhausted, like a solitary boat in a violent storm, always in danger of capsizing.

However, after a long and painful inner struggle, which seemed like a century, as if wandering alone in the dark for a long, long time, he finally saw a faint glimmer of dawn in the endless darkness, like grabbing a life - saving straw in the abyss of despair. Lin Yu's eyes gradually became firm and resolute, like the cold stars shining in the night sky, piercing through the obstacles of layers of darkness, blooming with a cold and determined light, illuminating his way forward. He slowly stood up. His tall and straight figure looked so lonely yet so firm in the dark, like a towering mountain that had withstood the wind and rain for thousands of years, silently bearing the heavy responsibility and mission that seemed as heavy as Mount Tai. He knew well that he was about to embark on a path full of thorns and dangers, like a road leading to the abyss of hell. Countless unimaginable difficulties and obstacles awaited him ahead. The power of the enemy was like the roots of a thousand - year - old tree with intertwined and lush branches, intricately woven together to form an airtight net. They controlled powerful and terrifying forces and rich and rare resources. Their strength was like an insurmountable mountain, daunting.

But Lin Yu was not afraid at all, because he held the power of justice in his heart. This power was like an invincible sword forged by the gods, which would support him through all the difficulties and cut through all the thorns that blocked his way. He firmly believed that evil could not prevail over good, as if this was an eternal truth engraved between heaven and earth. As long as there was a lighthouse of justice in his heart to illuminate the way forward, the bright light would guide him through the fog and never let him lose his way. As long as he held the sword of truth in his hand to cut through the evil fog, the sharp blade would help him break through all difficulties and defeat all evil. He wanted to use his actions to wake up those who were kept in the dark, like people sleeping in the dark, let them see the true hideous face of the "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion" hidden under the false mask, no longer be deceived by the evil lies, and see the light again. He wanted to unite with those colleagues in the organization who still adhered to justice, like little sparks in the dark, and jointly gather a powerful and irresistible force, like converging into a surging and majestic river of justice, to resist those high - level members whose hearts had been eroded by evil, like being possessed by demons, with an overwhelming force, and try their best to pull them back from the abyss of darkness, let them return to the embrace of justice, or, if necessary, completely defeat 

them to defend the dignity of justice.

He deeply understood that this decision would bring him unprecedented dangers and challenges. The enemy might go to any lengths to retaliate against him. He might be in a situation of being isolated and helpless, as if being abandoned by the world, and might even pay the price of his life and shed his blood on the spot. But he did not flinch at all, like a fearless and indomitable warrior, resolutely facing the surging dark tide that seemed to be able to swallow everything. He firmly believed that as long as he adhered to justice, he would surely be able to overcome the difficulties in front of him, protect the cultivation world he loved, and make that land, which was once full of vitality, hope, and dreams, shine brightly again, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Even if it cost him everything, he would not hesitate, like a moth flying into the fire, unswervingly devoting himself to this life - and - death struggle for the sake of the light and justice in his heart, never looking back even if it meant being smashed to pieces.