This chapter's epigraph is from a poem by Dr. Bledsoe. It's about a giant tree that's flying through the air, and it's burning. It sounds like something's up with the wind and the smell of burning grass. The narrator can't believe he's in hell. He remembers jumping off the side of a cliff and falling into the water. He's not dead yet, but he doesn't know who saved him. The clothes on his body are still wet, so the story must be true. He also remembers that he was hit by the ghost of the immortal sect's man.