Bai Junlang
Everything around me became incredibly viscous and heavy.
His consciousness seemed to have sunk into an endless quagmire, making it impossible for him to move an inch.
He could not sense the will of heaven and earth, nor the consciousness of any plane.
All he could feel was deathly silence.
An endless, deathly silence.
The silence was deathly still, cold and indifferent, as if nothing had changed in billions of years.
He tried using electric current to stimulate, using Haki to Impact, and using willpower to summon it.
But that quagmire swallowed up all his power without giving him any response.
The path of communicating with the consciousness of heaven and earth also seems to be blocked.
Bai Yushan, however, felt no discouragement whatsoever.
As he ate the fish, he pondered silently in his heart.
He has already figured out some methods.
In the past two weeks, although he has not sensed the Cosmic Magnetic Field or communicated with the consciousness of heaven and earth, his understanding of this world has deepened considerably.
He sensed the omnipresent energy between heaven and earth.
Those energies, gentle and pure, are the source of Soul Power, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
They flow slowly between heaven and earth according to certain specific laws.
Like the tides of the ocean, life goes on and on.
He also sensed the presence of that law.
Although that law is formless and intangible, its traces are found throughout the entire plane.
It isolated the forces of the universe, but not completely.
There is still an extremely small portion of cosmic energy that can seep into the planes through the gaps in the laws and transform into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
This is the source of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
The rules are a net.
It isolates most of the cosmic energy, but it cannot achieve true perfection.
It has gaps.
If he can find these gaps, perhaps he will be able to draw a trace of the Cosmic Magnetic Field from them.
Even just a trace would be enough.
As long as his own magnetic field can connect and resonate with that trace of Cosmic Magnetic Field, he will be able to smoothly enter the realm of Magnetic Field Rotation.
This was the method he had figured out.
However, it still needs to be tested.
Bai Yushan finished the last sip of fish soup and then placed the plate aside.
He stood up, walked to the edge of the cliff, and sat down cross-legged again.
The sea breeze howled, and the waves crashed against the shore.
Bai Yushan slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness rapidly receding as if sinking into a deep pool.
His breathing gradually became long and even, his heartbeat slowed down, and finally, even the faint electric current emanating from his body completely subsided.
He looked as if he were asleep.
But deep within his mind, another world was quietly unfolding.
This is Bai Yushan's unique spiritual training ground, which he himself named "Ghost Brain".
He enters this state whenever he needs to deduce martial arts techniques, Simulation combat, or ponder the problems that trouble him.
Here, his thought process is amplified to a terrifying degree.
What happens in the outside world can be stretched into the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, or even longer, within the Ghost Brain. In this mental space, he can re-analyze every battle and every martial art move in his memory, find flaws, and refine his techniques.
Initially, it was just pitch black here.
Later, as his control over electricity deepened, this space began to acquire color.
At this moment, Bai Yushan's consciousness was suspended in an ocean woven from blue and white lightning.
Countless tiny arcs of electricity danced around him, crackling softly.
Each of those electric arcs represents a memory, a thought, for him.
Sometimes they coalesce into a scene from a battle he experienced, and sometimes they transform into a fleeting figure in his memory.
He sat cross-legged in the center of this sea of electric light, his brow furrowed, his mind replaying the attempts of the past few days.
The gaps in the laws, the aura of the Cosmic Magnetic Field, that faint, almost imperceptible connection...
He had clearly sensed that aura, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't truly draw that aura into his body.
It's like there's an invisible membrane between us.
He could sense it, but he couldn't touch it.
What exactly is missing?
Bai Yushan's mind was more focused than ever before, and countless thoughts flashed by like lightning.
Just then--
"Kid, are you feeling lost?"
A deep, hoarse voice, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression, suddenly rang out in this mental space.
The voice seemed to come from a very distant place, yet it also seemed to be right next to my ear, carrying a sense of indifference and weight that comes with the passage of time.
Bai Yushan's pupils suddenly contracted.
He froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning.
That sound...
He slowly, with difficulty, raised his head.
Not far in front of him, the blue and white ocean of lightning had somehow parted to make way for a path.
At the end of the road stood a man.
The man was tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a dark, high-collared trench coat, the hem of which swayed slightly in the air currents of the spiritual space. His short black hair was slightly disheveled, and his handsome face was shrouded in a heavy gloom. His dark eyes were as deep as a still pool, as if they could see into people's hearts. The corners of his mouth were always downturned, and he almost never smiled. Just standing there calmly gave people a suffocating feeling of being crushed by a mountain.
He had an unlit cigar between his fingers.
Bai Junlang.
Sea Tiger.
Bai Yushan stared wide-eyed at the man who had suddenly appeared in front of him, speechless for a moment.
His mind was blank.
How is that possible?
What's Bai Junlang doing here?
This is his mental space, his Ghost Brain, the most secret place deep within his consciousness.
Outsiders simply cannot get in.
Moreover, Bai Junlang was merely a cartoon character from his past life's memories, a fictional being that did not exist in this world at all.
How could he...?
Seeing Bai Yushan's dumbfounded, ghost-like expression, Bai Junlang grinned and casually waved the hand holding his cigar.
Don't look at me with that expression.
His tone was low and calm, with a distinct Hong Kong accent, "You don't need to ask, I already know what you're thinking."
Bai Yushan opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.
Bai Junlang slowly walked forward, his calm black eyes looking down at him.
"I am not the Bai Junlang you know."
He spoke softly, slowly, each word deliberate, "I am merely an image that you yourself have condensed in your memory."