[Stretching]
Like a Lamp Spirit from legend, once its seal was lifted, the ancient spirit that had been curled up inside for a thousand years burst forth. No one could help marveling that something so tall, majestic, and boundlessly powerful had been trapped inside a bottle small enough to fit in the palm of one hand.
That was what it felt like when he connected to Spiritual Perspective.
The depth and breadth of his perception expanded, while the boundaries of his self grew vague. He stretched his fingertips into every corner within reach, tasting every inch of matter and space that passed through them.
His senses "touched" the mist, the quicksand in the air, moving in dense, delicate strands and sheets, revealing the general upward flow of the currents. Like a pot of water coming to a boil, everything below was rushing upward. The area was churning, brewing something.
He still hadn't found what was causing the anomaly, though he had indeed been trying hard to stretch his mind. If not for this, he wouldn't have known it had grown to such an extent. Even the ship carrying the crew and their supplies seemed rather tiny within it, let alone the people aboard.
It wasn't merely a range. It was something that truly existed.
With his perspective laid open, a strange question arose in his mind. Was he a vast, immaterial Spiritual Entity looking down on things, or the creature who needed a few wooden planks to keep from drowning?
This dislocation was troubling, but he couldn't afford to stop now. He tried to speed up, searching for signs of activity hidden beneath the surface. Whatever was actively tracking them couldn't be small. Even if it was swimming underwater, it should still have caused a clearly discernible disturbance.
The ripples