The Pure Zen Monastery
A whistling wind passed through Xueming's unconscious body that was falling into the abyss. Yet, before it would hit the ground, the insentient figure was suddenly suspended by a thick rough branch protruding from the ridge. He was hanging in the air just like that.
Before this, as he was running, even though the physical body was about to lose consciousness, the inside was changing little by little. Some energy was emitted from the left eye. Xueming tried to endure to the end, knowing that if he passed out again, something might happen like when he was in the motel. But eventually, before he could find a safe place to enter a mysterious dimension, he became unconscious first. However, fate was still on his side. Despite falling into the abyss unconscious, he miraculously escaped the grasp of death. After all, fate was not so cruel to him. It simply pressured and exhorted the boy to grow in the predestined direction.