Li Qingyun opened his eyes and suddenly felt a surge of restlessness and anxiety.
He hesitated before standing up, pushing open the door, and walking out to the front of the Ancestral Master's Shrine, where he lit three sticks of incense.
A gentle breeze came slowly, and the curling blue smoke seemed to transform into the silhouette of a monk with an indistinct face.
"What's the matter?"
Li Qingyun bowed in worship,
"Master, during my latest meditation, I felt as if I were in an extremely void and desolate state.
Trapped in vast loneliness and a fear akin to annihilation, as if being devoured by the Abyss of Nothingness, unable to extricate myself.
I do not know if there is something amiss with my cultivation, I ask for Master's guidance."
The breeze rose languidly, as if twirling a beard, and seeming to be calculating with fingers. After a moment, it slowly spoke,
