Lin Ciyan's Sea of Consciousness was no longer like it had been back then, passively constructing a memory palace with the Golden Tree's power, nor was it like when the Sea of Consciousness had passively defended itself under the pressure of battle prowess and become more solid...
It was active, controlled—a transformation whose every detail lay within his will.
The waters of the Sea of Consciousness shone with an incomparably pure brilliant gold. Each cresting wave refracted halos of five-colored light.
The beach washed by the seawater glowed with a soft pale gold. Every grain of sand was distinct, warm and firm beneath his feet.
At the far end of the beach, an island stood quietly.
It was not some mental construct forcibly heaped together, but an island that had naturally... grown on its own as the level of his spiritual power rose.
There was no vegetation on the island. The rocks possessed a gentle, jade-like luster, and every stone breathed slowly, each breath synchronized with his heartbeat.
High above the island, five small suns floated in the air, each radiating a different light.
The first was crimson gold, erupting with scorching fire-element energy, yet it was not dazzling, like a morning sun that would never set.
The second was emerald green, brimming with flowing vitality. With every flicker, countless motes of light drifted down from it, turning into tiny ripples of life upon the sea.
The third was icy blue, cold and profound. Fine ice crystals spread around the edge of its halo, making it look from afar like a frozen star.
The fourth was dark yellow, heavy and steady. Its light was not brilliant, yet it was the most enduring, like a warm current welling up from deep within the earth.
The fifth was transparent with a faint