Within Chen Chang Sheng’s body, there is a lake.
That’s right, it had to be said that it was a lake and not a stretch of water in the form of a lake, that’s because this lake was suspended within mid-air; it was not ungenerous, giving the gazer an unhindered and appreciating view.
When Chen Chang Sheng first meditated, he had seen this lake, yet at the time, most of his attention was focused upon the snow plain. The moment he saw this lake, he had been shocked speechless, but he had put it aside temporarily, thus, at the next moment, due to entering a coma after having set the snow plain alight, he hadn’t had the chance to carefully examine this lake.
At this time, his divine sense was akin to a gust of wind, traversing tens of thousands of miles in an instant. He passed by the snow plains and arrived before the lake, he could finally observe the lake clearly, but it was hard to describe.
The lake was akin to an immensely large glass ball, transparent and radiant, yet its surface showed the signs of water ripples, making it also resemble a drop of water that had been expanded countless times, a drop of water that could hover in the air, giving an unusually miraculous feel.
Countless rays of light shot into the suspended lake from all directions, then came together at some point deep within the transparent and bright lake water. Closely following, the light rays melded into each other, or perhaps reflected off one another, giving rise to more colourful rays of light, with the scene being especially dazzling and beautiful.
At first sight, it seemed akin to the Divine State spoken of in myths; upon careful examination, it could be seen that the light rays were variously straight or crooked, forming a mountain within the water.
That mountain had no peak or top; that’s because a peak existed upon every direction. No matter from which angle you start to ascend from, the direction you were facing could be considered the peak.
It didn’t have a peak, but that mountain still had bluffs and streams, with rugged and strange stones. Upon the mountain, there were countless trees that looked akin to coral, trees that had grown to some inestimable height.
Between the trees and the rocky bluffs, paths could faintly be seen, with those paths being complex, extremely narrow and exceptionally steep.
The wind that had been formed from Chen Chang Sheng’s divine sense, upon enter the lake, became slower; revolving around that strange mountain and gazing upon it while being slightly bewildered.
He saw that there vaguely seemed to be a door within a deep section of the mountain path.
Behind the door it was unknown as to if there was a cavern or a miniature world similar to the Education Palace.
Up to this moment, he still couldn’t be sure as to what he was facing, but he could already confirm something, the lake water and the snow plain that had already been burnt out, all came from the same place and were of the same nature – that’s right, this immense volume of lake water had all come from the real world’s night sky and was called Star Brilliance.
That mountain which was surrounded by the lake is his heart.
Clear water followed the lake water’s flow and naturally entered. His divine sense reached the mountain, silently alighting between the bluffs and dazzlingly eye-catching trees.
Subconsciously, he understood that everything centred around that door at the end of the mountain path, he wanted to find that door, but the bluffs shrouded it, neither was there any direction of up and down that can be spoken of.
That door constantly flitted in and out of view and he couldn’t even confirm its location, let alone get near it.
The lake water lightly swelled and that gust of wind broke through the water, carrying with it a foam that resembled pearls, alighting upon a rock on the mountain. A rustling sound could be heard and he lowered his head to look, all he could see was that his foot had trampled some weeds.
Without any hesitation, Chen Chang Sheng started heading forwards along that steep and narrow mountain path.
He was currently in a very mysterious and profound mental state, without feeling or knowledge, even forgetting where he had come from or where he had to go. All he knew was that he had to continue forwards, that he wanted to find that door.
The path twisted and with but a casual glance, eighteen turns could be seen, the trail was slow and no matter how long he walked for, he still remained upon the mountain.
Without clouds and without end, he started to feel tired, but didn’t stop and rest, his foot blistered, but he didn’t pay it any attention. He ran along the path, walked, observed, turned back, ran, turned back yet again. This cycle continued, searching from top to bottom.
Time passed by inexorably and he didn’t even know how long he had spent running along the path and searching, how much time he had used. Finally, at some moment, he found that path.
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