In the unknown lakebed space of the Realm of Desire, the strange laughter emitted by the evil eyeball was even more piercing than the sound of metal scraping.
It was clearly very pleased with itself, believing victory was within its grasp, that everything was under its control:
"Mercy! For epoch after epoch, I have drifted here like a lost soul!"
"In a vast world, so close yet so far, I remained unattainable. Do you understand the torment and torture of it?"
"Now, no divine being can stop my advancing steps!"
"You cannot, the ancestor of the Swallowing Evil Flower cannot, nor can the Seven Sins Demon God!"
The evil eyeball, licking the blood-stained tip of its tongue, cried out with a compassion for the world:
"I don't even need to look to know that the current world is hypocritical and laughable!"
