Chen Shouyi lay for a while, waiting for his mind to recover slightly, then got up and walked down from the bed, reaching out to pull open the curtains.
"Pop pop pop!"
Outside, the street lights emitted a dim yellow glow, and several moths kept hitting the lampshade, making a "pop pop" sound.
"This time the optimization of deep meditation and self-cultivation is quite bizarre, seemingly evolving to the root of the mind. The entire consciousness, including the mysterious subconscious, holds no more mysteries in my eyes, all is laid bare before me." Chen Shouyi pondered:
"So this is what it means to illuminate oneself."
"And that light, it must be... Divinity!?"
Chen Shouyi had seen divinity before, but only in others.
But he had never seen his own divinity, nor sensed it.
It always hid in the depths of consciousness and soul, ethereal, elusive, as if it didn't exist at all.
Until today, he finally saw it with his own eyes.
Of course, it can't be called seeing.
