Purple heavenly light pierced through the surging, receding purple ocean.
A purple pearl hung high overhead, floating above the purple sea. It turned slowly, stirring up layer after layer of waves.
The instant Li Changsheng lay on the bed, focused his mind, and entered meditation, he sensed that something was wrong.
With merely the thought of meditating, he had directly entered deep meditation! From Zi Buyu's teachings, he understood how difficult it was for a Soul Master to enter deep meditation. He had accidentally entered that state a few times before, but he had never expected that this time, the moment he closed his eyes, a single thought would bring him into it.
Very soon, once he entered deep meditation, a force from his brain seemed to drag his very soul toward that scorching ocean. Yet rather than making him uncomfortable, the sensation of being forcibly pulled felt inexplicably pleasant. It was like a massage. Ordinary massages could only work the acupoints on the surface of the body, bringing physical comfort and relief. But Li Changsheng now felt as though a pair of hands had reached deep into his mind, gently stroking its depths, granting even his soul profound relief and release.
At this moment, he had somehow shrunk to the size of a finger and stood atop a cliff. Below him lay the rising and falling purple ocean, endlessly steaming and surging, while hazy purple sea mist concealed the waters farther away.
When he turned around, he found another turbulent purple sea, endlessly tearing and roaring.
The purple ocean seemed boundless. Under the illumination of the purple pearl, the expanse of its rippling waters grew even more vast and limitless.
"What exactly is this place? God of Wisdom?"
Now that he was here, with his mind immersed in deep