"Understood."
Meng Chuan felt relieved.
Master Baibao's description of the 'spiritual world' was not much different from the world of imagery; he had plenty of experience dying in it...
As long as it didn't affect the physical body, it wouldn't be life-threatening.
Baibao nodded and said:
"Of course, since we're delving into the Dao, I am just a novice.
The spiritual world exists in many forms across the universe, and perhaps those fragmented silhouettes in your mind have other uses yet unknown. I dare not presume."
"Understood, then I'll try now."
Meng Chuan sat upright with his eyes closed, his palms open and facing up, rested on his knees.
His perception entered the sea of consciousness, gently attempting to touch the long-preserved fragments in his mind.
Suddenly, intense black mist unfolded before his eyes.
