Seas of mind varied greatly in level.
In the mortal heavens, they rarely went beyond small dark dots of a few square meters and even in the celestial heavens, they were only a few tens of kilometers at most.
But Qingyi's sea of mind was different, extending far beyond anything she had ever seen in her more than one hundred and fifty thousand years of life.
How could this be possible?
In the end, seas of the mind weren't like worlds of the mind; they weren't a physical representation of a world.
They were just places of meditation and training, a space to have direct contact with the dantian and the representation of one's soul.
Whenever someone cultivates in the sea of mind, they are cultivating their own soul, not their body.
"Is everything all right?" Qingyi approached Ruxue, touching her beautiful face.
The spiritual beauty flinched, her face blushing deeply before she recovered.
"Y-yes, I'm fine." She regained her composure.
