Illusion Meditation Method, Referencing the Gate of Darkness

Not long after, the door to Han Tianyi's office was pushed open gently.

Liu Ruyan walked back in, bringing Na'er with her.

"Brother..."

The moment Na'er saw Fang Lin, her violet eyes lit up instantly.

She had changed into clean clothes, and her silver hair had been carefully combed, falling in soft, smooth strands that made her look all the more well-behaved and quiet.

The dust on her face had been washed away, revealing a small, delicate visage with skin as fair as porcelain, glowing with a faint, rosy flush.

"Mm."

Fang Lin nodded, his gaze lingering on Na'er for a moment before he said softly, "You look very pretty."

Upon hearing those three words, the tips of Na'er's ears turned slightly red. She lowered her head, though a smile she couldn't hide tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Elder Han, I shall take my leave then."

Seeing this, Liu Ruyan bowed slightly, her tone gentle and respectful.

"Mm."

Han Tianyi nodded slightly, his expression indifferent.

Liu Ruyan turned and left, closing the door softly behind her.

"Na'er, this is for you."

Han Tianyi took out an archaic storage ring and handed it over.

The ring was a lustrous, translucent white, its surface carved with intricate patterns that shimmered with a faint, flowing radiance; it was clearly no ordinary item.

"Thank you, Teacher."

Na'er took the storage ring and thanked him obediently.

Han Tianyi looked at Fang Lin again and said, "Little Lin, take Na'er back first and get her properly settled."

"If you need anything, come find me at any time."

"Alright."

Fang Lin nodded in agreement, his tone calm.

Afterward, he took Na'er's hand and led her out of the office.

The two walked side by side down the corridor.

Fang Lin brought Na'er into the private elevator and pressed the button for the seventieth floor.

The elevator doors closed silently, and it began to descend smoothly.

"Ding!"

A crisp chime rang out; they had arrived at the seventieth floor.

The elevator doors opened slowly, and Fang Lin stepped out, holding Na'er's hand.

"Brother, this is..."

Na'er looked at the spacious, bright main living room before her, blinking in confusion.

Fang Lin explained softly, "Na'er, this is where we live."

"It's so big..."

Na'er parted her lips slightly, her voice filled with surprise as she couldn't help but look around.

"Mm."

Fang Lin nodded, his tone gentle. "Na'er, go take a look at the rooms and pick one you like."

Hearing this, Na'er looked at Fang Lin earnestly and said, "Brother, I want to stay next to you."

"Alright."

Fang Lin smiled slightly and led her toward the rooms.

After getting Na'er settled, Fang Lin returned to his own room.

He took out the "Wordless Heavenly Book," that seemingly ordinary little booklet.

He opened the booklet, and his mental energy surged, pouring into the pages like a trickling stream as he began to decipher it carefully.

A line of text slowly emerged on the booklet.

"My name is Fang Lin, and by the time you read this letter, I will already be dead."

Cough, cough... Sorry, wrong script.

The true text gradually became clear—a mental secret technique!

Fang Lin's gaze sharpened, his heart trembling slightly.

He continued to pour his mental energy into it, and lines of text began to emerge like a bubbling spring.

Illusion Meditation Method.

The moment these five characters appeared, Fang Lin felt a terrifying mental pressure radiating from the page—the unique mental imprint belonging to Han Tianyi.

The Illusion Meditation Method was one of the exclusive mental secret techniques pioneered by Han Tianyi.

It could not only cultivate soul power but also enhance mental strength.

Those who mastered it could transform their mental strength into a realistic illusion, trapping enemies in a dreamscape from which they could not extricate themselves, unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy.

As Fang Lin read word by word, his shock grew deeper.

The illusion was not only useful for trapping and controlling enemies in battle, but it could also be used to temper one's own mental strength, making it more solid and pure.

Unlike ordinary meditation methods that merely accumulated mental strength, this technique tempered the practitioner by constructing a mental illusion.

Practitioners needed to build an illusory scene in their minds based on a reference object, encompassing all things in heaven and earth—mountains, rivers, flora, fauna, the sun, the moon, and the stars.

The more detailed and grand the construction of the illusion, the better the effect of the mental tempering.

Of course, if the illusion were to collapse, the consequences would be severe: at best, one would be crippled; at worst, one would die on the spot.

Seeing this, Fang Lin felt a chill run through his heart.

The cultivation method for the Illusion Meditation Method was not complex, but it placed extremely high demands on the practitioner's mental strength.

It was truly a mental secret technique created by his teacher; in terms of mental cultivation effects alone, it likely far exceeded ordinary meditation methods.

Fang Lin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and silently committed the Illusion Meditation Method to memory.

A moment later, he opened his eyes; his gaze was much steadier than before, and a hint of profound light seemed to linger deep within his pupils.

Fang Lin continued to turn to the second page of the booklet, his mental strength surging once more.

New handwriting slowly emerged on the small booklet.

"Mental Shock!"

These four characters were sharper than the previous script, each stroke like an unsheathed blade, radiating a piercing edge.

Just looking at these words made one feel a stinging mental pressure.

Fang Lin steadied his mind and continued to interpret the text with his mental strength.

Lines of fine text appeared, detailing the method for executing Mental Shock.

One had to condense their mental strength into a single point and unleash it in an instant, like an invisible arrow striking directly at the enemy's mind.

Used correctly, this method could cause the enemy to lose focus briefly; at its most potent, it could shatter their sea of consciousness, leaving them in a coma or even causing their soul to dissipate.

However, Mental Shock required an exceptionally high level of mental strength from the practitioner.

Every execution consumed a vast amount of mental energy; if one attempted it without sufficient strength, they would end up harming themselves.

Fang Lin slowly closed the booklet and sat in silent contemplation.

The most important thing right now was not to rush into attempting Mental Shock, but to first lay a solid foundation by mastering the Illusion Meditation Method.

But what should he use as a reference to construct his mental illusion?

Fang Lin pondered for a moment, and a flash of inspiration suddenly struck his mind.

He possessed not only the Nine-Colored Origin Core but also a mysterious Gate of Darkness.

Given this, perhaps he could construct his mental illusion based on the Gate of Darkness.

Fang Lin did not hesitate; he sat cross-legged, calmed his mind, and let his consciousness sink into his mental space.

When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived at that familiar void.

The Nine-Colored Origin Core floated quietly, emitting a soft, nine-colored radiance.

Like a nine-colored sun, it silently illuminated this desolate space.

Behind it, the Gate of Darkness stood still.

Fang Lin walked up to the Gate of Darkness and looked up at the massive portal.

He slowly raised his hand and pressed his palm against the Gate of Darkness.

The touch was icy, yet it was not the cold of death, but a profound sensation imbued with a certain power.

Fang Lin closed his eyes, his mental strength surging as he attempted to sense the aura and structure of the Gate of Darkness.

At the same time, he activated the Illusion Meditation Method.

As time ticked away...

Fang Lin's consciousness was immersed in the Gate of Darkness, his mental strength spreading out like threads, tracing the outline of the portal bit by bit.

He did not know how much time had passed before he suddenly opened his eyes.

He had failed.

Fang Lin had attempted to replicate the Gate of Darkness within his mental illusion, even if only to outline a rough shape.

His mental strength had poured out like a burst dam, and in just a short moment, it was nearly exhausted.

He did not doubt for a moment that if he had forced it to persist for even an instant longer, his mental illusion would have collapsed on the spot.

It was truly worthy of being an unknown existence hidden deep within him.

The profundity and terror of the Gate of Darkness far exceeded his expectations.

Fang Lin took a deep breath, calming his surging emotions.

He was not discouraged; instead, he began to reflect calmly on his failure.

Trying to replicate the Gate of Darkness right from the start was indeed too rash.

Since that was the case, he would settle for the next best thing.

Rather than replicating the gate itself, he would contemplate the aura it emanated.

Using that aura as the foundation for his illusion might, in fact, lead him down an extraordinary path of cultivation.

Once this thought emerged, Fang Lin's mind suddenly cleared.

This time, he did not attempt to touch the Gate of Darkness again, but instead sat cross-legged beside it.

He closed his eyes, opened his senses, and allowed his mental energy to surge toward the gateway like a tide. He did not try to force a shape or attempt to control it; he simply felt it in silence.

He did not know how much time had passed when Fang Lin slowly opened his eyes. This time, his gaze was calm and profound.

The Illusion Meditation Method—he had mastered the basics!