The night falls, and all is silent. Ji Yang lies on the simple bed inside his bamboo house at the mountaintop, the bamboo window half-open, letting in the cool night breeze and the distant sound of a mountain stream. After a day that seemed mundane but was actually exhausting through his profound calculations and planning, fatigue surged in like a tide. He had just closed his eyes, his consciousness drifting to the edges of chaos, ready to give his taut nerves some rest.
Yet, in that subtle moment when his spirit relaxed, when thoughts were about to sink—
Buzz!
It wasn't a sound, but a resonance and tremor from the depths of the soul! The entire bamboo house, no, the entire mountaintop, even the vast starry sky as far as the eye could see, seemed to be shaken by some invisible, immense and majestic force!
Ji Yang abruptly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting instantly like needles!
Not an illusion!
