Han Zheng had been trapped in this world, unsure if it was an illusion or reality, for countless years.
A force still influenced his mental state, causing him to unconsciously indulge in it.
Even towards the end, he sometimes became bewildered.
Was he truly a tribesman of the Ancient Tribe, following the Divine Envoy to conduct funeral rites, or was he Han Zheng, the Demon Sweeping Captain of Great Zhou?
Was this place real, or was his experience joining the Demon Cleansing Bureau the reality?
In the illusion realm, all powers were cut off; Han Zheng could not contact Yan Xuankong, nor could he open the Qiankun Bag, and he couldn't even summon the Taotie Furnace.
It was as if without an anchor, Han Zheng could no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood.
Until the funeral procession had significantly decreased, with fewer than a hundred people remaining, the Divine Envoy suddenly looked towards Han Zheng and spoke to him.
Han Zheng appeared utterly perplexed.
