At the summit of the snowy mountain, the stars shone.
Ke Meng looked up at the sky. Starlight dotted the pitch-black night, soothing his soul and allowing his awareness to expand outward.
A layer of spiritual radiance invisible to ordinary people enveloped Ke Meng. It was an effect produced by the qualitative transformation of his spiritual perception.
The world Ke Meng saw was no longer the starry sky ordinary people perceived.
Every star seemed to have a thread connecting it to Blue Star, bringing layers of visions with it.
Ke Meng could vaguely sense the visions carried by that starlight. They were blurry, but if he focused on Synesthesia, he should be able to get a rough sense of each star's terrain and weather.
As mentioned before, light was also information. Even if that light was countless years old, Ke Meng could still analyze it and glean something from it.
This was the new ability granted by the qualitative transformation of his spirituality. His Synesthesia had reached another level, becoming terrifyingly powerful.
Ke Meng could trace things back into a more ancient past, browsing scenes from bygone times like a traveler through time.
Such powerful spiritual perception was probably about one percent of the evil god Cthulhu's level.
Ke Meng immersed himself in the world around him, as though his body had become one with the snowy mountain, one with nature.
A moment later, through Synesthesia, Ke Meng sensed an azure Blue Star, half in daylight and half in darkness, rotating constantly.
Inexplicable sounds reached his ears: flowing water, wind and snow, human singing, animal cries. The sounds of all things were the voice of Blue Star Will.
Without a special capacity for understanding, it was impossible to decipher the sounds Blue Star Will made.
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