The medical record contained within the Classic of Meditation’s addendum and his own experience all provided proof for this conclusion.
Going against the spectre of death and taking on such a risk for the first time, required courage; attempting it for a second time required even greater amounts of courage.
Luckily, he had already experienced imminent death twice; once at the Ivy League gathering and another on the day he had forcefully entered Meditation in the underground space, in front of the Black Dragon.
Having experienced death, something that had been on his mind for many years; its real significance was that it allowed him to come to an understanding – when facing death, he would never have surrendered, but now, he also wouldn’t be as fearful as he used to be.
Just as with his current situation, facing against a strong opponent like Zhuang Huan Yu, he wouldn’t surrender, neither would he be afraid.
He raised his head and looked at Zhuang Huan Yu, saying: “Since it’s come to this, I’ll give it a try.”
Try what? Apart from himself, no one within the tower knew, none could guess.
Chen Chang Sheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then expelled as much of it as he possibly could.
It was as if an air bubble had gurgled out from an underground fount.
In that breath, his lungs became almost devoid of air, suddenly becoming empty, devoid of everything.
His sea of consciousness awoke, its surface gently undulating with small waves.
A trace of extremely dense divine sense, emerged from within his sea of consciousness, drifting upwards, travelling towards some unknown location in the deep-blue sky above, as if it were leaving this expanse of Heaven and Earth.
Within but a moment, that divine sense returned from the heavens to the ground, shrinking, from without to within, entering his body and arriving at that micro Heaven and Earth.
His divine sense transformed into a gust of wind, freely traversing that Heaven and Earth.
The wind was he; he was the wind.
He saw the nine broken mountain ranges, saw the endless wild plains and saw that lake which was suspended within the air.
Finally, he saw that snow plain.
The snow plain was separated into tens of fragments by exceedingly deep fissures.
In comparison to the meditative introspection he had done some days ago, the snow plain was much thicker, even at this time, there were snowflakes continuously falling.