Early morning.
The sky was just lightening.
Inside Wuzhuang Temple's Cave Heaven.
At one loft.
In a room at the very end.
The wide window was open.
A large silvern rat was lying on its back on the windowsill, gently snoring.
The cool breeze of a midsummer early morning occasionally blew into the room.
The breeze ruffled and lifted the rat's shiny silver fur.
The rat hummed comfortably, reached out a short arm to scratch its head, rolled over, and continued to sleep soundly.
The cool breeze entered through the window, blew across the hall, and directly into the large bed in the bedroom.
On the bed.
A figure was sitting cross-legged.
Black smoke and fog were swirling and billowing all around the figure, making it nearly impossible to see the real face—it was incredibly terrifying.
At that moment.
The figure who was meditating suddenly opened their eyes.