Qin Yang wandered across this land of unknown size and unknown boundaries, not even knowing what lay ahead.
There were more and more forbidden lands formed from obsessions, and he encountered more and more Dead Spirits.
The forbidden lands formed from these Dead Spirits' obsessions seemed to have little to do with how strong they had been in life. Instead, they were directly tied to the obsessions themselves.
Whenever Qin Yang arrived somewhere, he erected a warning sign. If he could comprehend a divine ability there, he would linger briefly to study its methods—whether secret arts, divine abilities, cultivation techniques, every one was different.
Even from the same thing, the results of comprehension could sometimes differ.
He encountered more and more people, yet Qin Yang grew increasingly anxious. He had thought the road ahead would not be too long, even if this world appeared to be enormously vast.
But he had forgotten time itself. He had forgotten how many Dead Spirits and forbidden lands he had encountered. In any case, one Little Notebook used for records had already been filled.
Only then did he awaken as if from a dream and realize that he seemed to have walked for a very, very long time.
The anxiety in his heart intensified. How long would he have to keep walking before it finally ended?
Qin Yang stopped and began to calm his mind, silently reciting the Heart Cleansing Mantra as he repeatedly tried to enter stillness. He needed to think calmly and could not allow his anxiety to affect his judgment.
Yet the more motionless he remained, the more anxious he became, unable to enter stillness.
He could only give up and continue forward, trying to enter stillness amidst his endless encounters with forbidden lands. This was using motion to enter stillness.