Several months later.
In the vast and boundless Sky World, the massive propellers of the "Yun Whale" emitted a low and continuous hum, like the steady heartbeat of a giant beast, breaking through layer upon layer of clouds of various shapes. Outside the window, the sea of clouds surged, sometimes coalescing into majestic cloud mountains, sometimes dispersing into fluffy cotton across the sky, transforming into magnificent sights under the eternally soft celestial light.
In the Flying Aircraft's VIP cabin, the noise of the outside world was isolated, leaving only an almost stagnant tranquility.
Lynch sat cross-legged on a specially made meditation cushion, eyes slightly closed, breathing long and almost inaudible. He was not in a state of deep meditation but was guiding the vast "starfield" within his Spiritual Sea, operating a large amount of spiritual power in an extremely subtle and fundamental way that adhered to the world's underlying rules.
