Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

The fourth level: concentration.

Bai Yun found himself in a magnificent palace, with a dome soaring into the clouds, as if reaching the sky, and vivid murals telling epic stories of the ancient gods creating the world and fighting bloody battles.

With the soft Persian carpet under my feet, every step feels like walking on clouds, light and floating, as if I will ascend to heaven at any time.

On the surrounding walls, gems the size of pigeon eggs sparkled brightly, like bright stars in the night sky, illuminating the entire palace and Bai Yun's heart.

The air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance, like the smell of blooming flowers or burning precious agarwood, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, as if they are in a fairyland.

In the center of the palace, piles of treasures radiated an alluring glow. Gold and silver piled up like mountains, shining with golden light.

Pearls and agates are crystal clear and emit a soft luster.

Jade and diamonds are dazzling and sparkling with charming light... There are all kinds of rare treasures, which are dazzling and overwhelming.

The peerless beauties dressed in light gauze danced to the melodious music. They were graceful, with skin whiter than snow, eyes moving and bright, and every look was full of temptation, as if to seduce people's souls.

Their dancing is light and graceful, like fairies descending to earth, like fluttering butterflies, like the breeze blowing on willows, which makes people intoxicated.

These peerless beauties were dancing around Baiyun's body, their breath gently brushed Baiyun's cheeks, and their hair gently plucking Baiyun's heartstrings.

Their body fragrance lingered in Baiyun's nose, making him feel distracted. One after another, extremely tempting voices rang in Baiyun's ears:

"My king, are you coming?"

A beautiful woman in red gauze, with a dreamy look in her eyes and a charming voice, stretched out her slender hand and gently stroked Baiyun's cheek.

"come!"

A beautiful woman in blue gauze, dancing gracefully and with a sweet voice, spins around the white clouds with her skirt fluttering, like a blooming blue enchantress.

"My lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

A beautiful woman in purple gauze, with charming eyes and seductive voice, gently nestled in the arms of Baiyun, her breath as fragrant as orchid.

"Come on, my king."

A beautiful woman in green gauze dances gracefully and with clear voice, like a lively elf, jumping around the white clouds.

"My king, let's dance together."

A beautiful woman in yellow gauze, with gentle eyes and soft voice, stretched out her slender hands and invited the white clouds to dance with her.

"My king, don't go."

A beautiful woman in pink gauze, with pitiful eyes and a weak voice, pulled Baiyun's sleeve, not letting him leave.

"My king, please stay."

A beautiful woman in white gauze, with pure eyes and clear voice, stood quietly in front of the white clouds like a holy white lotus.

"Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty..."

Beautiful women of all types, some fat and some thin, surrounded Baiyun, trying their best to attract his attention.

Their voices, like the sounds of nature and the whispers of the devil, echoed in Baiyun's ears, stirring his heartstrings and testing his concentration.

...

Fifth level: loneliness.

Bai Yun found himself in a void. There was no up or down, no left or right. There was no direction, no dimension. There was no time, no space.

Even he himself seemed to no longer exist. He was like a lonely particle, suspended in this boundless void, with no beginning and no end.

"Where is this place?"

The sound of the white clouds floated in the void, with no echo, only deeper silence.

"Is anyone there?" He tried again, but there was still deathly silence. All he got in response was endless nothingness.

He tried to take a step, or rather, he thought he was taking a step, but he didn't know if he was really moving, because there was no concept of distance.

He stretched out his hand, but couldn't grab anything. There was no entity, no boundaries, no reference points. He seemed to be trapped in an invisible cage, unable to escape, and unable to find a way out.

"One second? Ten thousand years? One hundred million years?"

Time lost its meaning here. He didn't know how long he had been wandering here.

Maybe it was just a moment, maybe it was forever. This feeling of being lost in time made him feel even more terrified and helpless.

Fear, like an invisible giant hand, tightly grasped his throat. Despair, like cold poison, eroded his soul bit by bit.

Loneliness, like endless darkness, completely devoured him. Loneliness, like a sharp knife, cut his heart again and again. All kinds of negative emotions surged like a tide, almost driving him crazy.

"No! I can't just give up like this!"

Bai Yun gritted his teeth and tried desperately to resist the invasion of these negative emotions.

"I must find a way out! I must survive!" He told himself over and over again, trying to maintain the last bit of clarity in this way.

He sat cross-legged, practicing his skills silently, trying to use this method to fight the ubiquitous loneliness.

He imagined himself in a paradise with singing birds and fragrant flowers, clear streams, dense forests and warm sunshine.

He imagined himself gathering with his family and friends and enjoying the joy of family.

One year, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, a hundred million years...

Bai Yun seemed to have spent billions of years in this void. There was no one else here, no other life, only him.

He felt like he was going crazy, about to collapse. He began to doubt whether he was still alive, or rather, he began to doubt whether he had ever existed.

He even began to doubt whether all this was just a dream, a nightmare from which he would never wake up.

.......

The sixth level: belief and heart of Tao.

Bai Yun's consciousness floated in the chaos for an unknown amount of time, as if he had experienced billions of years of silence, or as if it was just a moment of trance.

Suddenly, a golden light lit up in the void, gradually expanding to form a huge golden swastika. The swastika spun, emitting a soft light and dispelling the surrounding darkness.

An old monk in a cassock appeared out of nowhere in front of Baiyun. The old monk had a kind face, but also a powerful aura. He sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and muttered something.

"Donor, you have been sinking here for a long time."

The old monk's voice was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in the void.

Bai Yun looked at the old monk blankly, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"Donor, what exactly are you pursuing?" the old monk continued to ask.

Bai Yun was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Power, I want to pursue stronger power to protect the people I want to protect."

The old monk shook his head: "Power is not omnipotent. It can be used to protect or to destroy. You are obsessed with power, but have lost your original intention."

"I..." Bai Yun wanted to refute, but found himself speechless.

"Donor, everything you do is false."

The old monk's voice was like the evening drum and the morning bell, striking at Baiyun's heart.

"Your good deeds are out of selfishness; your evil deeds are out of desire. You are trapped by fame and fortune, disturbed by lust, and have never truly understood your own way."

The old monk's words were like a sharp blade that pierced Bai Yun's heart. Everything he had believed in seemed so vulnerable in front of the old monk.

"You are wrong! I..." Bai Yun wanted to explain, but was interrupted by the old monk.

"Donor, your obsession is too deep and has blinded your eyes." The old monk's voice was full of compassion.

"Only by letting go of obsessions can we see the true path."

Various voices began to appear in Baiyun's mind.

"Give up, you can't succeed."

"Everything you do is in vain."

"You are too weak to deserve power."

These voices, like the whispers of the devil, constantly eroded Bai Yun's will. He felt that he was about to collapse and give up.

"No! I can't give up!"

Bai Yun gritted his teeth and tried desperately to resist the invasion of these sounds.

"I must persevere! I must find my own way!"

In Bai Yun's heart, the two forces of light and darkness were fighting fiercely. He closed his eyes tightly, sweating profusely, and his body trembled slightly.

The old monk still looked at him calmly, his eyes full of compassion and wisdom.

“Tell me, what is your way?”

The old monk's voice rang out again, like a thunderclap, exploding in Bai Yun's mind.

"My way..."

Bai Yun muttered to himself, his eyes gradually becoming firm.

"My way is to protect! Protect my family, protect my friends, and protect this world!"

With this shout, a dazzling light burst out from Bai Yun's body.

The golden swastika merged into his body, forming a swirling golden vortex on his chest. The surrounding darkness receded like a tide, and everything in the void became clear.

"Good, good." The old monk smiled and nodded.

"You finally found your way."

Bai Yun opened his eyes, which were full of confidence and determination. He bowed deeply to the old monk and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

The old monk's figure gradually faded and finally disappeared.