Ethan Bolton casually took two slices of frozen watermelon from the fridge, then grabbed a bottle of drink. After finishing up, he picked up the sickle, ready to go harvest the rice. But at that moment, a sudden impulse welled up in his heart, making him pause for a second. He then put down the sickle and quickly returned to that luxuriously decorated bridal chamber.

"It seems that the Sky City music, which I’ve never really paid attention to, is finally about to show its power! This feeling has been obvious for a month already, but because of family matters and taking care of Little Linda's daily life, I’ve forced myself to resist it again and again. This time, I can’t resist anymore, so I might as well see what happens after breaking through that state of conscious visualization!"

Ethan Bolton muttered to himself, then took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the bed.

After sitting down, Ethan Bolton first imagined the boundless universe as colorless and empty, yet the vast universe existed. Then, using his spiritual platform as the point of inhalation, he took a deep breath through his brain until his mind became colorless and empty. After that, the breath traveled through his limbs and bones, exiting through his feet, circulating back and forth, with his mind and body both existing in a state of ethereal nothingness.

Next, he instinctively straightened his waist, lightly bit the tip of his tongue, and made a "tao" sound, adjusting the tone to his brow center, sensing the vibration at his brow.

He took a deep breath through his nose, held it for 60 seconds, then slowly exhaled through his mouth, letting out a long "tao" sound. As he exhaled, his tongue and brow center vibrated slowly in sync with this sensation.

This process continued for 180 seconds, then he began another cycle, repeating it nine times.

After that, he took a deep breath, held it for 30 seconds, exhaled for 30 seconds, and repeated this nine times in a row.

After nine times, he lightly bit the tip of his tongue, took a deep breath through his nose, held it for 180 seconds, then slowly exhaled through his mouth. As he exhaled, he let out a long "mei" sound. This "mei" had to continuously change pitch, from low to high and then from high to low, lasting 180 seconds, and then he started another cycle, repeating it nine times!

When making the "mei" sound, an invisible energy began to enter his head, passing through the third eye, reaching the core of his consciousness, then entering the Baihui acupoint at the top of his head. After nine cycles, the Baihui point, the sea of consciousness, and the third eye would all become hot and restless, even trembling violently.

And in this trembling, Ethan Bolton's memory, awareness, reflexes, temperament, physical fitness, and so on would all be noticeably enhanced.

At this moment, after completing this entire series, Ethan Bolton's sea of consciousness suddenly exploded with a loud "boom." His whole body shuddered violently as if struck by lightning, his hair stood up like iron spikes, and all his muscles instantly stiffened and convulsed. That intense cramping sensation spread throughout his body in an instant!

"Ah—"

A painful groan, yet he couldn’t make a sound. The spasms in his throat made it impossible for him to even utter a moan. At this moment, the convulsions throughout his body made him as hard as steel!

"Poof—"

A surge of invisible frenzy suddenly entered his bloodstream. Then, a sensation like being bitten by thousands of ants spread all over him. As the raging, scorching blood flowed through him, the convulsions disappeared, but the intense tearing pain was still almost unbearable for Ethan Bolton. Cold sweat poured down his forehead like running water.

When the frenzied blood flowed through his eyes, his eyeballs felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets. The swelling pain made his vision instantly go pitch black.

A chill suddenly swept through his heart, and an instinctive fear arose. At this moment, faced with all this, Ethan Bolton subconsciously felt half his heart go cold, and a sense of impending death flashed through his mind.

"It’s over, I’m blind, and I’m going to die..."

This thought that suddenly appeared made Ethan Bolton's heart turn completely cold. But then, as the darkness before his eyes became dim and murky, a space about twenty-seven cubic meters in size appeared before him.

This space was dim and indistinct, like a small room filled with hazy mist. However, in the very center of the room above, there was a special white halo. At this moment, the halo was flickering with a faint circular glow, illuminating the entire space, which was about three meters in length, width, and height.

"Hiss—am I dead? Is this the carriage to heaven or to hell?" In that instant, this was all Ethan Bolton could think of. At this moment, the sense of deep unreality was extremely strong, as if he were immersed in a profoundly deep dream. All sounds from the outside world could no longer reach him.

And Ethan Bolton had only a faint sense of awareness, unable to leave this place that felt like a deep dream.

He couldn’t feel his own body, nor anything around him. The misty gray-white fog would occasionally rise and shift, like a beast on the hunt, seemingly eager to devour Ethan Bolton's body completely.

However, Ethan Bolton was completely unable to feel his own body—he only had sensation.

When his senses passed through the mist without any feeling, he himself became a bit confused. Looking at the white halo, Ethan Bolton's awareness suddenly attached itself to it.