Gradually, Lan Xuanyu could no longer perceive the outside world; all he could feel was himself.
In his spiritual world, what emerged was the sensation of piloting a warship, soaring through the universe. And at this moment, his body seemed like an entire universe. This universe was fluctuating, almost imperceptibly, drawing his soul along with it. The universe was also subtly influencing him and allowing him to feel everything that was vast and profound.
At some unknown time, he saw a golden sea, its waves surging like the tide, overflowing beyond the shore endlessly.
Above that golden sea was a faint dark-golden light, as though the entire sky was bathed in a dark-golden brilliance.
The tumultuous waves became fiercer, and the dark-golden shadow in the sky grew clearer. In Lan Xuanyu's consciousness, it seemed as if the golden sea was endlessly rising with the tide, attempting to devour everything in the outside world.