Shen Yue gazed into the darkness ahead, without a trace of fear.
People are accustomed to fearing the unknown, but Shen Yue was fearless. The words of Wang Yangming before his death, "My heart is bright, what more can be said," might carry a sense of helplessness, but Shen Yue was not like that.
The true light in his heart could illuminate every corner of darkness.
The darkness congealed like leaden clouds, quickly enveloping Shen Yue, constantly churning and twisting, as if at any moment a monster might burst forth.
Shen Yue slowly sat cross-legged in meditation, his questions unanswered, but he felt no anxiety. A glow gradually emitted from his body, enveloping him completely.
The light was like a solitary boat on the vast sea, seemingly threatened by a giant wave that could engulf it, yet also like a lighthouse guiding the lost to safety.
"I have finally figured it out."
