Qi Yun Zen Temple. The night was late, and all was quiet.
Inside the guest room, a single Cyan Jade Lotus Lamp cast a warm, gentle halo, illuminating a small patch of the floor.
The shadows of an ancient pine's branches slanted across the window lattice, stretching into the room. They cast dancing silhouettes upon the polished floor, which, woven with the faint, unending murmur of Brahma Chanting from the distance, only served to deepen the room's profound stillness.
Qi Yun sat cross-legged on a Meditation Mat, his eyes slightly closed. His aura had almost completely merged with the nocturnal rhythm of the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm.
His mind, however, had already sunk into the Supreme Realm Heaven that belonged to him alone.
Deep within the Daluo Heaven, chaos reigned undefined.
Four colossal pillars, as thick as those supporting a grand hall and colored the deep, dark shade of primordial chaotic rock, stood guard in the four cardinal directions.
