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Solomon opened his eyes and found himself lying on a sprawling bed of lush, tall grass. A vibrant blue sky stretched endlessly overhead, painted with the warm, golden sunlight of a late evening.

He pushed himself up into a sitting position and let out a heavy sigh.

"How come every single time I am on the absolute verge of death, I end up waking up here, but I cannot come here voluntarily?" Solomon muttered to the empty green plains.

He climbed to his feet and brushed the grass from his gray academy uniform. He had tried to enter this serene mental space dozens of times during his meditation sessions back at the sect, but he just couldn’t force the transition.

’Is it because this inner world is still incomplete?’ Solomon wondered, gazing across the horizon. ’Or perhaps there is a specific trigger or a designated pathway I need to unlock before I can access this place freely?’

He wandered across the endless fields, noticing subtle changes and fresh growth within his domain since his last visit. The crystal-clear river cutting through the plains had widened significantly, its pristine waters rushing much faster than before, indicating a massive surge in his actual life force.

He approached the solitary gray-barked tree standing in the center of the world. The single golden branch that had sprouted after he devoured the gemstone from the Crown of Eden looked noticeably thicker and more vibrant, pulsing with dormant power.

"If I am stuck in here, that means my physical body is still recovering from the backlash in the real world," Solomon reasoned, leaning his back against the rough bark of the soul tree. "Unless that healing process finishes completely, I will just be trapped here with absolutely nothing to do."

He glanced toward the edge of the plains, where the fragmented marble tiles led to the broken, floating throne. He had zero desire to approach that incomplete structure again, perfectly content to avoid the violent gale of wind and the booming voice calling him an unworthy, crownless king.

Since there was literally nothing else to do, he laid back down in the soft grass and stared up at the beautiful, golden sky.

"Why is it always daytime in my world?" Solomon asked aloud. "I do not even know what the night sky looks like in here."

He closed his eyes and consciously wished for the sun to set, hoping to see the stars. He waited a few minutes and opened his eyes. Nothing happened. The golden sunlight continued to bathe the endless plains.

He let out another tired sigh. "Even though this is literally my own inner world, I cannot even control the time of day."

A short while later, the comforting warmth of the sun abruptly vanished. Solomon blinked, suddenly finding himself standing entirely upright in absolute, pitch-black darkness.

He furrowed his brow, completely disoriented by the sudden transition. "What is going on? Why am I not back in the real world yet? I did wish for the night, but I definitely did not mean a total, suffocating void like this."

Suddenly, a massive, vertical black crack tore through the darkness directly in front of him. Even though the surrounding void and the crack itself were both pitch-black, Solomon could distinctly see the jagged edges of the tear.

A dense, glowing silver mist began to leak rapidly from the fracture. The ethereal fog spilled out in all directions, swirling violently before condensing into a thick, liquid-like mist that formed a perfect, circular border around the crack.

Solomon stared at the phenomenon. ’That strangely looks exactly like a giant eye,’ he thought, captivated by the swirling silver energy.

Then, the massive structure blinked.

Solomon gasped and jolted awake in the physical world. His silver eyes snapped open, immediately locking onto a frowning face illuminated by a glowing amber hue.

Pavilion Master Yue stared down at him, her expression a mix of concern and lingering frustration.

Solomon stared back at her for a few seconds, letting his mind fully process the transition from his inner world to reality. He glanced around his surroundings and realized he was lying on the damp forest floor beneath a massive, ancient oak tree.

A crackling bonfire burned brightly a few paces away, casting long shadows against the dense foliage of the Whispering Wilds.

It was the dead of night.

Yue continued staring at him in silence as he managed to push himself up and lean his back against the rough bark of the tree.

"I apologize," Solomon muttered, rubbing his temples to ease a lingering headache. "Because of my stupid experiment, you guys had to make an emergency stop."

Yue snapped her jade fan open and scoffed lightly. "Do not flatter yourself. We did not stop specifically because of you. We only made camp because we already covered half the distance through the forest, it is pitch-black outside, and the horses desperately needed a break."

Solomon glanced around the dimly lit campsite. A few paces away, Commander Feng struggled to pitch a canvas tent, his hands trembling violently every time a twig snapped in the dark woods. Gideon and Sir Kulbro were nowhere to be seen.

"Where are the other two?" Solomon inquired, rubbing his eyes.

"Sir Gideon and Kulbro went to scout the immediate perimeter to clear the area of any lurking threats," Yue responded, keeping her arms crossed. "They are also hunting for our dinner."

Solomon groaned loudly and rubbed his stomach. "That is fantastic news. I am starving right now."

[1Fizzy: bro almost died and wakes up asking for food.]

[James_hayes: priorities.]

[Mezz_3863: Solo Man’s stomach is a black hole.]

[Fatal_Beauty: I am so glad he is awake!]

[Foodball: bro is too casual about this.]

Yue’s frown deepened. She suddenly lunged forward, grabbed him by the collar of his gray uniform, and forcefully shoved his back against the rough bark of the oak tree.

"Is that seriously all you have to say right now?!" Yue shouted, her emerald eyes blazing with genuine fury.

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