At this stage, Wang Xuan felt a chill run down his spine, his body breaking out in goosebumps. He had always regarded his Inner Landscape as a private domain, a sanctuary of sorts. Yet now, in this very sanctuary, someone was weeping and burning joss paper. Flickering flames cast ghostly shadows, and papers swirled in the air. What kind of being was this, and from where had it come? 0

Wang Xuan peered through the rough stone wall with his spiritual third eye, observing intently. He was tempted to call out, to inquire about the identity of this mysterious presence. However, he restrained himself, wary of inviting an unimaginable entity into his realm. The tales and lore surrounding Inner Landscapes were varied; some enchanting, others utterly terrifying. He wasn't willing to take the risk.0

This scene reminded him of his venture into a mysterious world, where lifeless yellow joss paper silently descended from a pitch-black sky. If there was indeed a connection between that world and what he witnessed now, the implications could be dire. He recalled the incident when "Old Zhang" reflected the yellowed joss paper in a bronze mirror at the bar, turning pale at the sight - a clear indication of a grave issue that was best left unprovoked.0

Wang Xuan pondered over the recent departure of the Life Essence Furnace from his Inner Landscape. Could it be related to what he was witnessing? It seemed unlikely; the Life Essence...0