On the fourth day after arriving at Wandering Island, Sarlayan was able to sit and fish calmly all day long.
After personally coming to the Pond of Yong to check on Sarlayan's progress in cultivating his mind, Shang Xi gave him a new task.
Meditate and enter concentration.
The method of fishing, in the final analysis, is to focus on something and eliminate other distracting thoughts. Sarlayan can only be regarded as completing the preliminary stage of mind cultivation.
In the second stage, he needs to enter concentration without external assistance.
Shang Xi is not a devil, so he still gave some small help to Sarlayan, who was just learning to enter samadhi.
A stick of Ningshen incense made from the essence of Ningshen flower.
It is said that this kind of concentration incense has the effect of assisting in concentrating the spirit, but Sarlayan didn't feel it at all.
What left Sarlayan speechless the most was not this.
Shang Xi ordered Valeera and Stellagosa to stay in the same room with Sarlayan. They could do anything, and Sarlayan must try to enter meditation under the interference of the surrounding environment.
Two lively beauties were hanging around beside them. The vigorous Sarlayan was not the Liu Xiahui mentioned in the barrage, so it was strange that he could concentrate easily.
After practicing with Shang Xi for several days, Sarlayan knew that this monk leader who was good at teaching would not do anything meaningless.
The fragrance of Ningshen Incense is very light, but it can just suppress the natural body fragrance exuded by Valeera and Stellagosa.
In barrage terms, this should be called the smell of hormones.
With the experience from the previous stage, Sarlayan focused his attention on the elegant smell of Ningshen Xiang, closed his eyes and concentrated his hearing, and focused more on the sense of smell by closing other senses.
Don't tell me, this method is really effective.
No matter how much Valeera and Stellagosa harassed her, as long as there was no actual contact, Sharlayan could calmly enter a state of trance.
Shang Xi, who was paying attention to the progress throughout the whole process, jumped out on the morning of the fifth day and made it a little more difficult. He took away the concentration incense that helped Sarlayan concentrate, allowing him to rely solely on his own will to eliminate the distracting thoughts around him.
At first, Sarlayan seemed very uncomfortable and almost wanted to jump up and grab two naughty Ansai waist drums who deliberately made a "dong dong" sound.
But after all, he had experience in the first two stages. After suppressing his inner restlessness, Sarlayan quickly mastered the trick.
Without the aid of any external factors, he eliminated all interference around him and entered meditation smoothly.
"Tick tock~"
After an unknown amount of time, when Sarlayan came to his senses again, he heard some kind of water sound next to his ears.
Opening his eyes and looking around, Sarlayan was surprised to find that he was no longer in the guest room of Wuchen Temple, but in a very strange place.
There was no land under his feet, and his feet were on the endless, mirror-flat water.
"Tick tock~"
The sound of dripping water continued to come from the mist-shrouded distance. A confused Sarlayan stood there and thought for a long time.
"I remember that I seemed to be in trance before. Could this be the conscious space deep in my heart?"
Sarlayan didn't know how to leave here, so he stood there and waited for a long time. Nothing changed in the entire space, and the rhythmic dripping sound continued to sound.
"The sound of water dripping... let's go over and take a look."
Following the direction of the sound, Sarlayan took cautious steps, stepping on the water and moving forward steadily step by step.
"Tick tock~"
The mist in this space moved with Sarlayan's movement, and seemed to spread around his location.
After walking forward for about five minutes, the sound of water dripping became closer and closer, and Saraian's uneasiness gradually reached its peak.
If it hadn't been for the practice in the past few days that had sharpened his heart, Sarlayan would have really wanted to speed up his pace and see what was dripping as soon as possible.
After all, for intelligent creatures, the unknown is the scariest thing.
Suppressing his inner turmoil, Sarlayan continued to move forward step by step. As the mist moved, he gradually saw the outline of the object that made the sound of water droplets.
"This is……"
A huge turtle with a drooped head gradually appeared in the mist, and Sarlayan stopped in surprise.
Tears were slowly dripping from the corners of the eyes of the big turtle with its eyes closed. The dripping sound that Sarlayan heard was the sound of teardrops falling on the water.
"...Shenzhenzi? What on earth is this place?"
Unable to contact the outside world or even communicate with the barrage, Sarlayan felt like he was locked up in a dark room, and fear and anxiety were spreading bit by bit.
"Um?"
Just as Sarlayan was about to walk around Shenzhenzi's huge body and carefully observe its external posture, an unusual detail caught his attention.
Shen Zhenzi's eyes were naturally half-closed, and the whites of his eyes could be vaguely seen under his eyelids.
However, a trace of ominous black-red mist can be seen in the part of the eyeball that should be white. It is difficult to detect the clues without careful observation.
"This is……"
The mist of this color gave Sarlayan an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. He was sure that he had seen this unique color scheme somewhere before.
"That's right! Xavius, Nightmare!"
After being awakened by his own thoughts, Sarlayan narrowed his eyes and cautiously looked at Shenzhenzi's situation.
"Xavius's soul was gone years ago. Why does Shenzhenzi, who is in deep sleep, have the aura of a nightmare?"
Without barrage reminders and brainstorming, Sarlayan could only rely on his own brain to think about the causes and consequences.
"Could it be that Xavius played tricks on Shenzhenzi at some time before his death, or..."
Sarlayan's expression became serious, and he remembered what he said before the barrage.
[The so-called Nightmare King is just a puppet supported by N'Zos. Even if there is no Xavius, there may still be Niu Weiss and Chen Peisi. 】
[As long as N'Zoth doesn't die, it can always raise a new Nightmare King if necessary, and it doesn't have to be Xavius. 】
"Is there really going to be a new Nightmare King?"
After staring at Shenzhenzi, whose condition had not worsened, with a solemn expression for a while, Sarlayan finally made up his mind to give it a try.
Although I don't know why I met Shenzhenzi in this special space, I think there must be a reason.
Perhaps the reason why he is trapped here is related to these nightmare powers. If he wants to return to the material world, Sarlayan can only risk using the only alien power in this space to try.
Even if Shen Zhenzi is lying on the water, he is still dozens of meters high. In this consciousness space where he does not know who the owner is, Sarlayan cannot use any spells and skills. He can only call upon more pure energy, such as death, life, anger, etc. .
The power of nightmare is, ultimately, a twisted force of nature produced by N'Zoth using the power of shadow to corrupt the Emerald Dream.
Using a few steps to jump on the head of the Son of God, Sarlayan carefully walked to its face step by step to stand firm.
Stretching out his right hand glowing with green light and pressing it on Shenzhenzi's eyelids, Sarlayan tried to inject the pure power of life into Shenzhenzi's body to neutralize the twisted nightmare power.
"Uh oh oh!"
In his sleep, Shenzhenzi felt two forces from different sources conflicting with each other in his body, and subconsciously let out a muffled roar of pain.
Because of the noise made by the giant turtle, Sarlayan's feet were a little unsteady, and he hurriedly stabilized his posture with the technique of a heavy weight drop.
"There's a reaction! Continue!"
As Sharlayan injected more and more life force into Shenzhenzi's body, Shenzhenzi's tears dropped less frequently, and the black-red mist lingering in his eyes gradually dissipated.
Just when Sarlayan thought that the plan could be carried out smoothly, a sharp arc-shaped energy blade suddenly shot out from the gray mist in the distance, aiming directly at Sarlayan, who was concentrating on purifying corrosion.
When an attack from the dark came, Sarlayan could only temporarily stop his movements and duck down to avoid the crescent-like arc.
"Bah!"
The curved blade penetrated Shenzhenzi's face and scratched it, leaving a scar on its rough skin, but it did not cut through the dermis or damage the flesh.
"who?!"
As the so-called courtesy reciprocates, Sarlayan also "reciprocated the favor" by shooting a magic bullet condensed with the power of life in the direction of the arc.
"Hey~"
A figure whose whole body was shrouded in black-red energy smoke jumped out while dodging, its blood-red eyes staring directly at the frowning Sarlayan.
"Salayan Deep Shadow, I didn't expect that you would break into this place by mistake. It's really unlucky for you."
Sarlayan had life in one hand and death in the other. He expertly put the two powers together, using anger as the medium in the middle to separate them, and pulled out a long bow of gray-green energy. The arrow pointed directly at the black man far away at the edge of the gray mist. Red figure.
"Controller of the power of nightmare, who are you? What is this place?"
