Lan Jiufeng had risen early today. But when he woke, the world surrounding him was still nothing but a blanket of mist that seemed to stretch to the very ends of the universe.
Within that bewildering fog, indescribable phantom shapes tumbled and churned. It seemed he could hear giant beasts roaring like thunder, and the wails of a hundred ghosts. Their shadows appeared to be just beyond reach, yet in the next instant, they seemed to manifest thousands of miles away.
In this dreamlike world, all the order formed by the laws of physics seemed meaningless.
The only exception was the island floating in the gray fog beneath his feet, protected by Lan Jiufeng's divine power. It was lush with flowers and grasses, and streams burbled through it, making it almost a heavenly paradise.
...Then again, in a chaotic place like the Void Realm, wasn't the existence of such an orderly paradise itself the greatest disorder of all?
Lan Jiufeng murmured with a sigh, "Thus, the heart is a clear mirror, reflecting whatever comes before it!"
He felt the seasons turn. He felt the purest spiritual particles flow through the air, though it was impossible to breathe. He seemed to hear the great bell of truth. In that moment, the greatest psychic in Earth's history felt he had grasped something new, and the burning emotion stirring within him had at last found perfect balance with his state of mind.
He knew the moment had finally arrived.
So the greatest psychic in Earth's history took a jade token from the cushion beneath him, flicked it with his hand, and a dazzling white light rose from its surface.
He cleared his throat, pulled a dombra straight out of the air, and began to sing loudly as he strummed: "Hey, old Sa, look