In an instant, consciousness was like a flash of lightning, once again piercing through layers of darkness and fog.
The surrounding scenery changed, twisted, and reorganized rapidly, as if fast-forwarding.
When clarity returned to his vision, Fang Cheng found himself "standing" in a tall, circular hall.
Countless points of light adorned the dome above, resembling a brilliant galaxy, creating a sacred and vast atmosphere.
In the center of the hall, dozens of people in uniform white plain clothes sat cross-legged, forming a circle.
Ethereal and melodious music, combined with deep and obscure chanting, echoed endlessly.
It seemed that they were conducting a special religious ceremony similar to meditation.
"This is… Yong'an Island, the Meditation Hall of the Truth and Meditation Joint Practice!"
Fang Cheng immediately realized.
His current "perspective" came from one of the meditators in this group.
