The color becomes darker after pouring a half cup of spring water down. The first petal is stretching itself out while the others are still encircling themselves.

Lin Luoran takes a deep breath, thinking that this flower smells so good with only one petal.

She’s worried that the flower might release poison mist. But nothing has happened. Then she waters it a few more times.

After doing everything she could, Lin Luoran crouches down patiently next to the black flower. It’s said that epiphyllum is the ultimate horticultural flash in the pan. She doesn’t want to miss the moment. Otherwise, the spring water will be wasted.

A minute later, the second petal quivers gently; five minutes later, it stretches out like a naughty fairy who creeps past the first petal, unfolding vertically.

In the eighth minute, the third petal moves a little bit...

Lin Luoran doesn’t know how long she has been in that gesture, it seems as if she has only been crouched for ten minutes or so but also feels like a century has passed since she starts to feel numbness in her legs. The flower finally blooms.

In front of Lin Luoran, there is a flower with a dark green vein, and the stalks are as tender as jade. The five petals overlap in full bloom. The size is equivalent to the size of a bowl. Besides, the dark petals seem to sparkle.

Smells so good, so beautiful… Lin Luoran doesn’t know when she stands up. What she can smell is the tempting scent and what she can see is the serene and intoxicating black flower.

She feels the petals seem to keep growing. At first, she thinks it is an illusion; after a while, she notices that she is unwittingly leaning over to sniff at this black flower.

One inch, two inches… Lin Luoran becomes vacant in the eyes, seeming to be fascinated by the strange fragrance of the black flower. Her nose is getting closer and closer to the black jade petals—suddenly there is a twinkle of bright light in her eyes and she struggles to stand up. At this moment, the flower pops out a ball of light that penetrates into Lin’s nose.

Lin Luoran just feels her head “buzzing,” and she loses consciousness.

Her divine sense wanders through a dark tunnel, and at this moment, it seems to forget who she is. The divine sense loses track of time, and it looks tired, feeling here is very dark and cold, let it become a bit unhappy.

Why isn’t there light? On thinking about that, the divine sense wonders, “What is light?”

What is light?... Why do I know the term light? It is so strange! The divine sense is trying to think and then it becomes irritated. Thus it collides the tunnel with its intangible body—but the tunnel is nothingness too which limits the divine sense to shuttling back and forth among the walls.

“Walls”? What a strange word, thinks the divine sense. Must be the walls block the light!

Be blocked? That is impossible. What is entirely different from the dark is the light! All of a sudden, the divine sense becomes happy because the dark tunnel is dotted with colorful circles of light after the meaning of “light” is defined.

It’s so beautiful! The colorful tunnel is dazzling. The divine sense is so happy rolling over and playing with joy, feeling much better than the dark and cold tunnel before.

It has been a long time again, maybe a moment maybe an aeon, after which the divine sense becomes bored.

Although it’s beautiful here, there’s no one to accompany. It’s so lonely.

An idea flashes—“human being?” what is “human being”? Am I a human being? Because it is so lonely, the divine sense begins to think again.

It will be boring if there is no “human being” accompanying. That is to say, I was accompanied before… Well, then I’m a human being! The divine sense defines itself and there is a dull thunder in the depth of the colorful passageway.

As for why the sound of thunder is muffled, the divine sense is not interested in it. Maybe the thunder is accumulating power. As it thinks, the main focus is on the idea of what “human being” is.

To become a man, there is a body first, thinks the accumulating divine sense. Then it feels very dissatisfied with the existence of itself as a fog! It tries to jump up and down, bumping back and forth in the tunnel, and gradually changes its foggy body.

First, the body, then the head, the hands, finally the feet… but as for the face, the mind can’t remember what it is like. A face has a nose, eyes and mouth. Otherwise, how can it be called face?

It seems that the fog has been lifted a little, and the thunder was louder in the depth of the tunnel. There are a lot of faces that have noses and eyes occurring to the divine sense—that of adults, children, old men, beautiful ones, ugly ones… Although it does not remember what itself looks like, these faces are not its own!

What about my own face? The divine sense thinks about it and is eager to figure it out.

The thunder of the passage grows louder, and the divine sense is awakened. Looking at the tunnel, it trembles with fear, feeling monsters may drill out.

Oh great, there is no need to be afraid of a monster. I have a magic treasure. Feeling scared and dismissive at the same time, the divine sense turns to figure out what is its treasure. The treasure seems to be a bracelet, a memory flashes, no, no, it is a bead!

The bead—on the occurrence of the idea, thunder begins to roll in the tunnel like the tide next to the coast higher one after another, eager to go up to the beach.

The bead seemed to be of great importance to it, though the divine sense. The thunder was ringing in the tunnel, and the colorful brilliance flashes. Suddenly, the sight changes to a warm cradle where a baby was lying inside. A woman beside was playing with her with a silver bracelet.

The silver bracelet tied by a red string was hanging in front of the baby. A warm pearl wobbled along with the bracelet. The baby opened her eyes widely and was reluctant to blink.

A few years passed in a flash. The baby grew into a little girl and was able to run. The honest father, smoking, stumbled over whether to sell the bracelet to pay for the girl’s tuition.

Mother rubbed the bracelet passed down by the ancestors, with tears dripping on the silver bracelet, and finally shook her head.

The baby grew older going to a larger school and getting to know more people. Until one day, she went back with a boy, and her mother put the silver bracelet on the boy’s hand.

The mother was glad, the father was secretly happy, and the girl smiled shyly.

A few years later, she grew much older. Except for the big eyes, the appearance of the baby could no longer be seen. She stood beside the red sports car, watching the boy with another girl sitting in the car.

The silver bracelet was thrown mercilessly on the ground and broke… after which the bracelet sucked her blood and watched her daily life coldly. Having watched her quietly from birth to childhood, to adulthood, the bead was finally released.

The memories pop up like movie clips that screened the life of the divine sense until the picture was fixed in a beautiful girl who is bending to sniff a dark and showy flower.

The thunder in the tunnel suddenly speeds up to the velocity of a lightning-fast thunder at the time of shock. The thunder chops at the divine sense at once—between the thunderclap and light, the divine sense has become aware of who it is.

The tunnel, colorful aperture, dull thunder and flashes all disappear.

Lin Luoran maintains the gesture of smelling the flower. After coming to her consciousness, her eyes are glittering.

The fragrance of the black flower has already disappeared, and even petals withered at a rate visible to the naked eyes.

Only being touched gently, the petals become ashes.

The only left evidence is the plant stem that reminds Lin Luoran what she has experienced is not imagination.

Lin Luoran closes her eyes again, fixing her attention and calming her breath. Now five elements of different colors appear in her mind rather than iris aperture and tunnel.

The liver belongs to wood, so that cyan is the liver, right? The heart belongs to fire, which is embodied by the red mass… Is the thing stagnant in the red meridians the Reiki inside her body?

No one tells her all this, but she clearly knows the strange condition is called “inward vision.”