110. "Glazed Fire"_1

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If the hellish scenery teeming with demons was enough to shatter one's sanity before, then now, amidst a world of absolute filth, the only vestige of purity was the dancing shrine maiden, which indeed had a sort of charm.

This shrine maiden, unlike the somewhat desolate and bleak ones Lu Ban had seen before, felt more like a projection from the past – spotless and barefoot, standing in the filthy and cluttered courtyard, embodying a stark contrast between red and white, pitch black, purity and filth, insanity and reason, life and death.

The folk song echoed across the island, silencing all people, all creatures, all structures, listening to this ballad that seemed to come from nowhere and from no time.

Even Lu Ban felt his mind calming down.

No, that's not right.

This peaceful state of mind was not normal.

Lu Ban felt his blood cooling, all his obsessions fading away, realizing that only death was the final destination.