Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes, the starlight deep within his pupils suddenly condensing into two cold points of light. The comfortable sensation of being in tune with heaven and earth during seclusion was shattered by a strange, stinging pain—as if someone were using a fine needle to poke at the connection between him and his Inner World.
He lowered his gaze to his palm, where a translucent projection of his Inner World had appeared: a hundred miles of mountains and rivers flowing in a faint glow, peach blossom petals spinning as they fell, and river water that ought to have been crystal clear now stirring with muddy ripples. The memory of being ambushed in his past life, when enemies had sneaked into his Sea of Consciousness to wreck his Dao Foundation just as he was breaking through, suddenly surged back, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
"Who's there?" he muttered in his consciousness, and the wind in the Inner World suddenly reversed. The peach blossom petals that had originally drifted eastward seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, rolling backward to converge into a giant net made of petals, pressing down toward the bamboo grove in the southwest direction.
Chapter 221