Gilan was still somewhat puzzled.
Miss Sparrow is different from me; she doesn't have the " Iridescence " aid and relies solely on her own diligent practice of meditation. But her practice time is still short, so her Gnosis shouldn't have improved so quickly.
'Could it be that her own experiences and circumstances made her so perfectly suited to the Wooden Cangue Meditation Method... just like my affinity for the Iron Thorn Meditation Method?'
Gilan thought to herself, finding it quite possible.
He thought for a moment and solemnly said to Miss Sparrow:
"Perhaps you could try activating your spiritual vision to see if you can detect any traces of cosmic elements."
"Hmm." Miss Sparrow took a deep breath and nodded.
With Gilan's guidance, she began to close her eyes and calm her mind. Following the young man's simple and peaceful words, she focused her mind and attention, observing her surroundings with an "imaginary" perspective.
Not long after.
Miss Sparrow then "saw" tiny, firefly-like specks of light emerging from the air and fluttering playfully around her.
Scarlet, azure, golden yellow, and gray-black.
Her face lit up with joy, and then she heard Gilan say:
"You've 'seen' them, right? Okay, now try to empty your mind and accept them... Imagine yourself bathing in them, letting them seep into your mind."
Miss Sparrow didn't say anything, but obediently followed his instructions and did as he said.
Soon, as she emptied her mind and released the thought of "acceptance," the gray-black particles among the four colored light spots floated over and all entered her body.
Miss Sparrow was startled.
But she quickly calmed down and continued her practice.
Under Gilan's spiritual vision, her originally white and translucent body outline began to gradually turn gray.
'The earth element, symbolizing winter and the scepter...'
He thought to himself.
At the porch of the side gate of the courtyard, a middle-aged nun walked over. She was taken aback when she saw the two people at the stone table, and then she was about to go forward to inform the novice nun that it was time for her meal.
But then an old hand stopped her.
The middle-aged nun looked up and was surprised to find that the white-haired Dean Padmel was standing on one side of the porch at some point.
"Don't disturb her," the director said kindly. "You should go and have your meal first, sisters Kavita."
"Yes, Dean."
The middle-aged nun glanced curiously at the courtyard one more time before turning and leaving.
Dean Padmel turned her head and exchanged a glance with the blond youth by the stone table in the courtyard. She nodded slightly to him, then turned and left.
'really...'
Gilan looked away.
'That Dean Padmel is a Spirit Mystic!'
He had just seen the other party's hazy, gray spiritual outline through his spiritual vision. The gray light was abundant, even somewhat dazzling.
Gilan knew that this was a symbol of the third-tier " Radiance ".
When the spirit is dyed a third time and completely transformed, it will radiate a " Radiance " that ordinary people cannot see; this is a symbol of perfection.
That is, the pinnacle of Spirit Mystic.
It also stands atop the tower of human reason.
When they first met, Gilan didn't pay much attention, but it wasn't until she deliberately used her spiritual vision just now that she confirmed the Dean's strength.
The other party must have noticed his unusual behavior.
However, neither side tacitly revealed it.
Just as Gilan was deep in thought, Miss Sparrow's first absorption of cosmic elements finally came to an end.
Her spirituality has become tinged with gray.
" Mr. Snowy Owl, I feel more energetic."
Miss Sparrow opened her eyes, turned to look at him, and said softly.
"Yes, that's exactly how it feels after being spiritually colored."
Gilan nodded.
He thought for a moment, then said:
"Next, try to manipulate your body to fall asleep, and in a lucid dream, lift up your island and leave your mark... After the name ' Kingdom ' is announced, you will officially embark on the ' Path of the Flaming Sword ' and become a Spirit Mystic."
"Um!"
Miss Sparrow responded with a nod, her expression full of anticipation.
But then, he hesitated and said:
"But, Mr. Snowy Owl, my lucid dreams are a bit strange, they don't seem to be the same as what you described... A couple of days ago, I dreamt of a completely empty ocean under the cover of night, but last night, I suddenly found myself in another place."
"It was a huge island, and in the center of the island stood a towering black Castle."
"I stood on the shore of the island, gazing at the Castle in the distance."
"Huh?" Gilan was taken aback.
Huge islands and Castle?
' The Dream Ocean is the dark side of humanity's collective unconscious, connecting to the deepest recesses of everyone's soul. Could it be that Miss Sparrow, for some reason, has stumbled upon the vicinity of someone else's Mind Kingdom?'
Gilan speculated.
'But according to her description, it was a huge island with a towering Castle... Even the Mind Kingdom of the Long-Lived One probably couldn't reach that scale.'
" Miss Sparrow, you can sleep here. I'll keep watch over you."
Gilan thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice.
"Once you enter the dream, please do as I say... But if you find yourself back on that unfamiliar island, wake up immediately without hesitation."
"Okay, I understand."
Seeing how seriously Gilan was taking it, Miss Sparrow seemed to realize the gravity of the matter and nodded vigorously.
Immediately afterwards, Miss Sparrow smiled at Gilan with narrowed eyes, then tried to lie face down on the stone table and closed her eyes.
Ten minutes later, she fell asleep.
Gilan, who had been watching from the sidelines, was astonished to find that colorful light was flashing in her eyes; " Iridescence " was changing at this moment!
When the colorful light covered Miss Sparrow, Gilan's heart stirred.
'Could it be...?'
He couldn't help but speculate.
'Can I enter Miss Sparrow's dream through " Iridescence "?'
Recalling Miss Sparrow's unusual lucid dream, Gilan pondered for a moment and then silently thought to herself:
' Iridescence, entering a dream.'
The next second, he sat up straight and closed his eyes.
Consciousness began to sink, and then fell silent.
When Gilan regained consciousness, she found herself above an unfamiliar Dream Ocean.
There was no island of his own, nor Cross-Sword Bonfire beneath his feet.
Meanwhile, Miss Sparrow was nowhere to be seen in the surroundings.
Where am I?
Gilan was puzzled.
Turning my head, I was stunned.
"That is..."
In the distance to the left, a huge island floats on the sea, and atop the highest peak of the ridge stands an incomparably tall black Castle.
This is exactly as Miss Sparrow described.
The Castle has several spires that connect to the city walls, forming towers. The overall style is quite ancient and solemn, with slender shapes that give it a sharp and imposing feel.
On the outer wall of the largest and tallest square spire inside, there is a round mechanical clock with its hands ticking.
However, this clock does not have a twelve-hour scale.
Instead, it was a bizarre nineteen hours.
It's as if five hours have suddenly disappeared from the 24-hour timeline, specifically the 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th, and 20th.
The time it points to is different from the actual noon; it is currently pointing to 3:00 PM, or 3:00 PM.
After pondering for a moment, Gilan flew towards the island.
He was in a lucid dream as a conscious being, but because he intervened in Miss Sparrow's dream, he appeared in this unfamiliar area.
Gilan wanted to investigate the situation on that island.
Not long after.
He flew down onto the island.
As soon as I stepped onto solid ground, I was surprised to find that there was a narrow stone path under my feet, stretching all the way into the depths of the mountains.
Between the stone slabs, knee-high weeds and unidentified vegetation grew abundantly.
Gilan held her breath and walked along the path.
The entire island was deserted and eerily silent. Especially in the darkness of night, it felt particularly oppressive and sinister.
On both sides, there was a desolate scene. The open fields had only a few lonely trees, and there wasn't even a breeze.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he finally arrived at the foot of the Castle.
The enormous city gate was wide open.
Upon entering, one finds a closed passageway with rows of iron fire baskets hanging on the gray brick walls on both sides, burning with a dim yellow light.
Gilan took a deep breath and continued walking inside.
At the end of the passageway, he pushed open a long, arched wooden double door, four meters wide and ten meters high.
Creak.
What came into view was a vast, empty, and deathly silent hall.
The hall was covered with a red embroidered carpet, and white candles were placed on the stone pillars, corners of the walls, and tables. The candle wax accumulated and condensed at the bottom, forming a thick layer, with the flickering light creating an extremely mysterious atmosphere.
At this moment.
Gilan faintly heard a rustling sound of wheel rims rubbing against the carpet.
Immediately following was a clear and sweet voice:
Hello, sir.
The girl's voice echoed in the hall, immediately attracting Gilan's attention.
He stared intently, and was stunned.
A slender figure in a wheelchair slowly emerged from the darkness.
This is a girl who is eighteen or nineteen years old.
Her long, black hair fell loosely over her shoulders.
Thin eyebrows, bright eyes, and fair skin.
She wore an extremely simple gray-black dress, with only white lace trim at the neckline. Her long, slender hands rested lightly on the dress, and she smiled, casting a curious glance at Gilan.
Gilan noticed that the girl's skirt was empty underneath.
She has no legs.
At that moment, he seemed to see a kindred spirit, and a look of shared misery flashed in his eyes.
Gilan remained silent for a long while, forgetting to respond to the greeting.
Instead, he slowly said:
"You must be in a lot of pain too, right?"
The girl in the wheelchair paused, startled.
Her eyes flickered, her eyelids lowered.
After a long pause, he said quietly:
"Yes."