The walk back to his quarters felt longer than before.
Li Wei moved at a steady pace, his expression calm, but his awareness remained sharp. Elder Chen's words echoed continuously in his mind.
Do not trust your senses completely.
At first, it sounded like a vague warning.
Now—
It felt precise.
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The corridor ahead stretched quietly under dim lantern light.
Nothing unusual.
Nothing out of place.
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And yet—
Li Wei slowed his steps.
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For a brief moment, the distance between two pillars seemed… wrong.
Not visibly distorted.
Not clearly shifted.
But subtly—
As if the space itself had stretched and returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
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Li Wei stopped.
His gaze hardened.
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"…There it is," he murmured.
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The sensation was faint.
Easy to dismiss.
But he didn't.
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Instead of moving forward immediately, he closed his eyes.
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He listened.
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To his breathing.
To his heartbeat.
To the flow of energy within his body.
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Everything felt stable.
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Then—
He opened his eyes again.
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The corridor returned to normal.
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No distortion.
No shift.
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"…So it's intermittent," Li Wei concluded quietly.
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He resumed walking.
But this time—
His pace was slower.
More deliberate.
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Every step was measured.
Every movement controlled.
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He did not rely on what he saw.
Only on what he could confirm.
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### **Outside His Quarters**
The door stood exactly where it should be.
Unchanged.
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Li Wei placed his hand on it.
Paused.
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Then pushed it open.
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The room inside was silent.
Dark.
Still.
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He stepped in.
Closed the door.
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For a moment—
Nothing happened.
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Then—
A sound.
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Soft.
Barely audible.
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Behind him.
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Li Wei's body reacted instantly.
He turned—
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Nothing.
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The room was empty.
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His eyes narrowed.
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"…Not sound," he said softly.
"…memory."
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The realization came quickly.
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What he had heard…
Was not something happening now.
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It was something that had already happened.
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A fragment.
Out of place.
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Li Wei exhaled slowly.
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"This is the mark," he murmured.
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Not just distortion of sight.
But of perception itself.
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Time.
Space.
Awareness.
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None of it could be trusted completely.
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### **Midnight**
Sleep was impossible.
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Li Wei sat cross-legged, maintaining a steady circulation of energy.
Not for cultivation.
But for control.
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Every few minutes—
Something shifted.
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A shadow lingered too long.
A sound echoed too early.
A sensation appeared without cause.
---
Each one was subtle.
But cumulative.
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Dangerous.
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Because if he made a mistake—
If he reacted incorrectly—
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He could expose himself.
Or worse—
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He could act on something that wasn't real.
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### **The Breaking Point**
It happened without warning.
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A sudden pressure gripped his chest.
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Li Wei's eyes snapped open.
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The room—
Was gone.
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Darkness replaced everything.
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But this time—
It wasn't the same as before.
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It wasn't distant.
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It was close.
---
Too close.
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Li Wei stood up instantly.
His breathing turned sharp.
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"…Again?"
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No.
---
This felt different.
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He could still feel the ground beneath his feet.
Still sense his body.
---
But his vision—
---
Was wrong.
---
Then—
A figure appeared.
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Right in front of him.
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Closer than before.
---
Clearer.
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Li Wei froze.
---
It was the same figure.
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Tall.
Unclear.
---
But this time—
It was not distant.
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It stood within arm's reach.
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His instincts screamed.
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Move.
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Now.
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But Li Wei didn't move.
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Because something else was wrong.
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The figure—
Was not looking at him.
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It was looking—
Past him.
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Li Wei's heart tightened.
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Slowly—
He turned his head.
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Behind him—
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Another figure stood.
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Identical.
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Watching.
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A cold sensation spread through his body.
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"…Two?"
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No.
---
Not two.
---
The moment that thought formed—
A third appeared.
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To his left.
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Then a fourth.
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Then—
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Everywhere.
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The space around him filled with silent figures.
Standing.
Watching.
Not moving.
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Li Wei's breathing slowed.
Not out of calm—
But control.
---
"This is not real," he said quietly.
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But even as he said it—
He wasn't certain.
---
Because the pressure—
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Was increasing.
---
Not from outside.
---
But from within.
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His thoughts.
His senses.
His awareness—
---
All felt… delayed.
---
As if something was interfering.
---
"…Focus," Li Wei whispered.
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He closed his eyes.
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Everything vanished.
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Darkness.
Silence.
---
Then—
He took a step.
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Carefully.
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Forward.
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No resistance.
---
Another step.
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Still nothing.
---
Then—
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Pain.
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Sharp.
Sudden.
---
Li Wei's eyes snapped open.
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The world returned.
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The room.
The walls.
The floor.
---
And his body—
---
Was inches away from the wall.
---
His hand pressed against it.
---
If he had taken one more step—
---
He would have slammed into it.
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Hard enough to injure himself.
---
Li Wei stepped back immediately.
His breathing slightly heavier now.
---
"…So that's how it works," he said.
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Not illusion.
---
Distortion.
---
His perception—
Was no longer aligned with reality.
---
And if he relied on it—
---
He could harm himself.
---
Or worse—
---
In a real fight—
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He could die.
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### **Realization**
Li Wei stood still for a long moment.
---
Then slowly—
He smiled.
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Not out of amusement.
---
But understanding.
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"…So this is the price."
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Not power.
---
Not pain.
---
But uncertainty.
---
Every step.
Every action.
Every decision—
---
Now carried risk.
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Because he could no longer fully trust himself.
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### **Final Shift**
The jade pendant pulsed once.
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He lowered his gaze.
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"…You knew," he murmured.
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No answer came.
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But he no longer needed one.
---
Li Wei sat down again.
This time—
His posture changed.
---
More focused.
More precise.
---
If his senses could not be trusted—
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Then he would rely on something else.
---
Control.
Prediction.
Calculation.
---
He would adapt.
---
Because if this was the price of the Forbidden Path—
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Then he would pay it.
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But on his terms.
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Far beneath the sect—
In the endless darkness—
---
The silent figures shifted.
---
Not multiplying.
---
But aligning.
---
As if observing something…
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New.
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Different.
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And for the first time—
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There was a reaction.
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Not interest.
---
Not curiosity.
---
But something far more dangerous.
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**Recognition.**