Shen Siyuan's Sea of Consciousness was devoid of any light, yet it was not dark.
The vast sea, like a mirror, reflected the sky. Shen Siyuan sat cross-legged above the sea surface, forming hand seals, with his eyes tightly closed, seeming to enter the deepest level of sleep, without stirring a single ripple.
However, within the seawater around him, there were countless bizarre shadows circling and roaming, as if they would surge out of the sea and swallow Shen Siyuan whole at any moment.
The world within the Sea of Consciousness had no color, it was an expanse of gray and black.
Only a few strands of Merit Golden Light floated in the sky, like rainbows, or like the morning glow, sometimes like flood dragons, sometimes like morning mists, drifting leisurely, adding a few splashes of color to this world.
