In the Hidden Land, a vista of azure skies stretching to infinity was a rare sight. The land, enriched with various energy substances, shimmered with floating bands of light across the skies and forests, creating a breathtaking spectacle.0

Lost in thought, Wang Xuan emerged from the realm of the deceased, his mind still echoing with the conversation he had with the ferryman. The notion that not just the material world, but even the spiritual realm had its layered complexities, spurred a whirlwind of contemplation within him.0

Could it be that the Buddha existed not in the physical world but within a spiritual realm like the Alaya consciousness? And those mythological banquets at the Jade Pool, were they akin to this phenomenon?0

He pondered over the varied spiritual layers, each with its distinct hues of mystical power, demanding deep exploration to uncover higher realms and thereby unlock unimaginable strength.0

A suspicion dawned on him – perhaps even the process of ascension to immortality, the 'Ascension', was a journey into one of these spiritual dimensions. Yet, he dismissed the thought, reminded of the tangible reality of the grander universe beyond; after all, the hairpin bestowed upon him by the White Tiger Immortal was still a physical object in his possession.0

Meanwhile, at a distance, Xiong Kun and his two companions noticed Wang Xuan, who seemed lost and disoriented, wandering aimlessly outside the realm of the deceased. Their expressions shifted to curiosity.0

"Look, that kid is actually alive. Wandering around like a lost soul, has he just faced some...0