"Your soul has grown immensely strong; even if it inhabits a weak shell, it can still exert various god-like powers and abilities."
"You close your eyes, and when you open them again, your pupils flash with countless clear characters, dispelling all hazy illusions and feeble sounds!"
"For some time now, the villagers have surrounded you. They wield farming tools, like pitchforks, sickles, and hoes, that your father crafted himself, fixing you with a cold, dead stare, simply waiting for the abbot's command to tear you to pieces and provide you as a living sacrifice to 'Mother of All Evils Buddha'."
"The 'Exorcizing Evil Sword' hanging at your waist clangs as it vibrates on its own, clearly sensing the overwhelming presence of 'evil'!"
"Wearing a strange smile, the abbot expresses his surprise, 'Where did this demonic weapon come from? I didn't expect you, boy, to have some wisdom roots, to regain consciousness under the 'Wonderful Auspiciousness Joy'."
