Chapter 64: A Blessing Wrapped in Spirit Vision, Stepping Through the Gates of Dreams
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 64: A Blessing Wrapped in Spirit Vision, Stepping Through the Gates of Dreams
Walk back...
Wait, no, where am I supposed to go back to?
Wasn't I just lying on the ground, meditating?
Hands on my hips?
Sighing?
I seem to have done something quite extraordinary.
Did I use my Spirit Vision to "see" something I shouldn't have?
Once that realization hit me, I noticed there was nothing wrong with my field of vision. The senior sisters were still there, and the meditation spaces they occupied were still drifting about like ethereal phantoms.
When a senior sister emerged from her meditation, her space would shatter like thinning mist...
The crux of the problem wasn't them, though—it was me!
It was my own state!
This was a sensation I had never experienced with Spirit Vision before. No matter how powerful it was, it shouldn't result in this kind of non-fixed perspective. In other words, it should be impossible for my point of view to exist independently of my physical body.
What exactly was going on?
An out-of-body experience?
I was growing anxious. The unknown nature of my current situation wrapped around me like a shroud of fear, but a sudden force seemed to help dispel the dread.
Right, it was that Solidification Spell. It had the effect of dispelling negative emotions to a certain degree.
That meant I was still in my original state, but what was this situation?
I desperately wanted to find the truth, but Spirit Vision didn't seem capable of providing the answer.
I felt as if I were lingering in a world of illusions. This feeling was just like... just like... a meditation space!
But that wasn't right!
This was clearly a Spirit Vision perspective. I could even see the senior sisters as individual entities right there. How could this be a meditation space?
Just as I was using that logic to deny the conclusion, a piece of information surfaced in my mind—something I had learned previously: "The area where the meditation rooms are located is the region with the highest dream activity."
So, this wasn't necessarily a meditation space or a mental space. Perhaps it was a dream?
The idea that a dream could form a space wasn't entirely far-fetched, was it?
Otherwise, I truly had no way to explain this.
The moment I categorized this place as a "dream," I noticed that everything I saw began to undergo a transformation so rapid that even my Spirit Vision could barely keep up.
Everything here began to evolve into the form of a "dream" as I understood it.
The senior sisters were filtered out of my sight one by one, and the surroundings dissolved into nothingness.
The annoying influx of information that usually accompanied Spirit Vision began to recede, as if everything I was seeing now was nothing more than meaningless, hollow data.
Is this a dream?
I tried to speak, to make a sound, but I found I couldn't. Yet, a voice appeared just as it always did, echoing directly within my consciousness.
I paused for a long time. I needed a moment to process this...
Once I regained my composure... I decided to treat this place as a dream for the time being.
As my memories surfaced, my surroundings changed accordingly. It was as if the area had transformed into the meditation room I had just entered.
Since I had only just arrived, my impression of the room was the most vivid. It wasn't surprising that the dream would reconstruct the scene I had just witnessed.
I walked toward the wall step by step. As my focus shifted, the illusory images became solid and real.
I reached out, and I could actually feel the rough texture of the wall. I could even hear the faint sound of my fingertips grazing the surface.
I was supposed to be meditating, yet I had somehow ended up here through the influence of Spirit Vision.
Though it was a novel experience, it made me realize that Spirit Vision possessed terrifying capabilities that even I had overlooked.
In the past, I had always kept Spirit Vision at arm's length. After all, it had left me with many unpleasant and life-threatening memories from the very beginning. It was only in the last few years that I had started to lower my guard against it.
The fact that the Transcendent Academy only recruited students who had awakened Spirit Vision probably wasn't just an arbitrary threshold.
Spirit Vision was likely a way to observe the transcendent from a different perspective.
It was just that my Spirit Vision seemed to see much more than others. No, "more" wasn't even the right word for it anymore.
I remembered clearly that when my younger brother, Yang Yunhan, awakened his Spirit Vision, it was so gentle. The truths of the world behind the veil were revealed to him bit by bit, or they would surface and vanish in the blink of an eye, like a touch of novelty added to a mundane life.
Meanwhile, I felt like I had been thrust into a Cthulhu-esque world, forced to gaze directly upon an unspeakable god. It was bloody lethal.
I pushed those thoughts aside. Any memory involving them was far from pleasant.
I was better off focusing on the present. Since I had entered this state, what would happen if I tried to meditate again while inside it? Could I pull off some kind of "Inception" maneuver?
Suddenly, the thought took root in my mind and began to grow uncontrollably.
In that case, why not give it a try?
It wasn't like things could get much worse than they already were...
When I attempted it, I felt as though I had fallen into a loop. The dream reconstructed itself again, as eerie as a dream within a dream.
Spirit Vision seemed to lose its meaning here. If this was a dream and I possessed self-awareness, did that make this a lucid dream?
However, I didn't seem to have the power to control the dream at will. It felt independent of my command, constantly shifting based on my subconscious perceptions.
One moment it was the meditation room, the next it was my empty villa, and a moment later it was Sister Bai's house.
I witnessed the environment shatter and reassemble; I saw the fragmentation and the transitions of the dreamscape. Although I couldn't control or stop them, they didn't seem to have any physical impact on me.
I was definitely in a dream. The difference was that I was conscious, yet I hadn't woken up.
If I continued to try "meditating," it seemed I would only create meaningless dreams within dreams. I had gained nothing so far.
Time here felt meaningless. I was starting to get anxious about what was happening outside. Would I run out of time and get kicked out?
Without hesitation, I shattered the final dream, and my consciousness returned to my body.
When I felt my eyes snap open and heard the faint sound of my eyelids unsticking after being closed for so long, I knew I was back in reality!
I was back... and it was that easy?
I turned my head. Beside me, the blue smoke was still drifting.
The incense hadn't finished burning. Senior Sister Huanxin had mentioned that it would last thirty minutes at most.
That meant not even half an hour had passed?
"That truly was strange."
I couldn't help but speak aloud. The sensation of using my vocal cords to produce sound felt incredibly real, though a bit odd. I got used to it after a moment of adjustment.
The gap between the dream and reality was simply too vast.
With my eyes open, I used my Spirit Vision to observe the meditation room again. Limited by my physical sight, the walls became obstacles once more. However, after my recent experiment, I found I could "ignore" the walls, though "looking" through them felt a bit strange.
During this observation, I could still see the meditation spaces occupied by the senior sisters. Nothing seemed to have changed.
Subconsciously, I walked forward and bumped straight into the wall. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I rubbed the tip of my nose and instinctively placed my hand against the wall. The smooth texture and the reflection of the surface seen from up close clashed violently with the sensations and visuals I had experienced in the "dream."
It seemed the tactile sensations and visual details in that dream were just things my mind had filled in?
Now, that was interesting.