In Spring City, it felt as though the night would last forever. The dark, windswept night seemed endless.

Strange streams of light kept flashing across the night sky, like auroras and neon lights thrown into a blender, juiced together, then patiently smeared layer by layer across the heavens. It was nauseating at first, but after enough time passed, one’s senses adapted in some uncanny way.

Eventually, even this bizarre landscape started to seem perfectly ordinary.

The moment Ji Jue realized that, vigilance rose in his heart. The contamination of aberrants and Foolish Abominations was often subtle and gradual. Many times, it wasn’t visible to the naked eye. It could begin with a sharing session at an alcoholics’ meeting, a bizarre dream one couldn’t remember after waking, an unremarkable ornament at home, a strangely peculiar story in a book, or even a common bowl of wonton noodle...