"Seeking knowledge, true self?"
"What do I want to know?"
"What is the real me?"
Chen Jiuge's eyes were vacant, somewhat stumbling back to his cave mansion.
Along the way, neither the greetings from fellow cultivators nor the calls of the Spiritual Beasts in the cave mansion interrupted Chen Jiuge's delirium.
"What truly is me?"
"What am I?"
A myriad of thoughts, like living creatures, continuously burrowed into Chen Jiuge's mind, taking root and sprouting, forming heart demons.
"Who am I, I am a god, the supreme deity of all Spiritual Beasts!"
With two horns on his head, the black Chen Jiuge uttered bizarrely.
"You are not a god, you are Chen Jiuge, you possess abilities others do not, you can prevent all tragedies!"
The white Chen Jiuge, with a halo on his head, spoke mercifully.
"Fellow Daoist, I am Chen Jiuge, here for immortality!"
The young Chen Jiuge dressed in coarse linen spoke resolutely.
Various versions of Chen Jiuge appeared one after another in his mind.
