Chapter 83: The Terrifying Power of Tan Han
After a simple conversation and narration, Tan Han fell into deep thought about my words.
I awkwardly watched from the side, unsure why what I said was worthy of such contemplation.
Is this the gap between me and the academic genius?
“Um… so you believe that meditation is related to dreams? I have indeed read some books on the relationship between dreams and meditation; there are similar descriptions in those texts…”
Tan Han suddenly spoke up, but her words didn’t sound like a question, leaving me unsure how to respond.
Despite the awkwardness, it didn’t prevent me from using Spirit Vision; perhaps I truly couldn’t help Tan Han, but I could know immediately whether she succeeded.
I could confirm the relationship between meditation and dreams. After all, the area we were in, the Meditation Room, was the most active place for “dreams.” Everyone’s meditation space and the dreams of the outside world seemed like a large circle encompassing a smaller one; I could see it but couldn’t touch it.
Unless I began meditating myself, since meditation was a means or pathway for me to engage with the “dreams.”
Perhaps I really couldn’t have a meditation space like the other seniors, but I could rely on meditation to touch a larger dream space. I was sure the dream I entered through meditation was much larger than the meditation spaces of the other seniors—and by a considerable margin.
Moreover, the nature of the dream space and the meditation space was similar in certain aspects.
Then, my gaze fell on Tan Han. Although she wasn’t meditating at the moment, I was curious about what Spirit Vision would reveal when observing her.
Ultimately, she appeared before me in an abstract way, with a lot of data including but not limited to her various physical attributes. However, this presentation drained me of any desire; it made my head spin.
After all, absorbing such information was quite mentally taxing. If I casually glanced at information from the outside world, I naturally wouldn’t have a significant reaction.
Yet, while observing Tan Han, there seemed to be a particularly terrifying “power.”
It wasn’t as profound as the Magic Source, but it was enormous enough to evoke fear in me at that moment.
In my eyes, with the information barriers removed, allowing Spirit Vision to access the Inner World, Tan Han’s current form resembled a bud about to bloom, with what seemed like a starry sky linking behind her, vast and boundless.
With just one more glance, the starlight, like a galaxy, began to flow and violently washed over my understanding.
This was a situation I had never encountered while using Spirit Vision to look at others.
I only remember, just before forcibly cutting off the Spirit Vision, I felt endless golden light filling my view, brutally destroying my channels of information. It was like a counterattack and intimidation after I accidentally offended it.
It indeed startled me, to the point where I nearly lost my balance.
“Hey, are you okay? What happened?” Tan Han hurriedly stood up to support me and asked.
She didn’t have time to ask about what had just transpired.
From Tan Han’s perspective, it felt like she was being seen through, giving her a chilling sensation. Then, when she looked up, she saw Xiao Han’s expression—a pair of eyes that seemed unfocused but intensely fixated on her.
It felt as if all her secrets were laid bare under those eyes, and for a moment, she felt a desperate sensation akin to drowning.
Only now, with Xiao Han unsteady on her feet, that feeling began to fade away, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief.
She didn’t know what had just happened, but Yang Yuelan must have done something—was it some unknown spell or a probing technique?
Tan Han was very curious about it but didn’t ask right away.
“Um… no, nothing. Sorry, I just lost my balance there.”
I hurriedly steadied myself and waved my hand to signal that I was okay. After all, I didn’t want to worry others over my own issues, especially since I was feeling quite uneasy about the situation.
“Nothing? Did you think of something earlier?” Tan Han also indicated that it was nothing but subtly probed to see if Xiao Han might say something.
“Um… actually, it’s not much. Overthinking meditation is of no use; one has to try more. I also tried quite a few times; I suppose meditation is just about having a subjective-derived mental space of your own…”
I averted my gaze a bit, recovering from the earlier shock and giving Tan Han an excuse to try it for herself.
After all, her theoretical knowledge was far superior to mine; explaining this to her would be putting my foot in my mouth.
Rather than lingering in this awkwardness, it was better to let her start trying sooner.
“Subjective-derived mental space? I’ve seen such statements before. If you describe it this way, do you think meditation is a state, or is it a means to enter a certain state?”
“This…” Being asked by Tan Han, I truly didn’t know how to answer.
My impression of meditation was that it was a self-driven mental state, but my actual situation was more of a means…
“It’s okay, just share your thoughts for my reference. I have my own considerations too, so don’t worry about misleading me.”
“Um, fine. I think meditation is a state, but for me, meditation is a way to refine mental power threads and enhance mental strength.”
“Is that how you think? It does differ significantly from my thoughts. If I didn’t know that meditation varies for everyone, I might question myself.”
“Um…”
I echoed from the side, although I had just learned that meditation was different for each person. Thus, my crafty approach should also be considered meditation; it was just that my method differed more greatly from others.
As for my earlier answer, I hadn’t lied; after all, I couldn’t label the state I experienced in dreams as meditation. To me, meditation felt more like the gateway to dreams.
“In any case, thank you for your answer. You were right earlier; I can’t always be trapped in theory. Failing to try ultimately amounts to wishful thinking; I should indeed give it a try.”
After Tan Han figured it out, she openly acknowledged that persistently seeking the so-called “success on the first try” was excessive. This process, aside from consuming her preparation over the past few days, seemed to just add theoretical knowledge that offered her no real help with meditation.
Realizing the problem, the hardest part was to overcome the mental hurdle named pride—pride without the corresponding success was merely self-deception.
“Thank you, Xiao Han.”
“Actually, it’s not… um…” After being thanked by Tan Han twice, I felt a bit embarrassed, considering I had merely said some trivial things.
But seeing that Tan Han had already begun to close her eyes to meditate, I didn’t continue speaking.
I had to admit that Tan Han had strong execution, but should I remind her that many of the auxiliary spells here were not activated?
If those spells were left unused, what was the point of having such an advanced meditation room?
