Chapter 63 : First Experience with Meditation

The senior had told me about the benefits of the meditation room before, naturally mentioning some of its features.

To put it simply, the meditation room, like incense, was a tool to aid meditation.

It provided an excellent environment and atmosphere for meditation, with adjustable lighting and sound as the most basic functions.

The meditation room naturally stored various soothing audio tracks to help with meditation, and it even had solidified spells with different effects, which I could adjust freely.

For example, the Calming Spell, a spell that affects the mind, could quickly bring someone into a state ready for meditation, regardless of their condition.

Or the Micro-Hypnosis Spell, which could, to some extent, prevent random thoughts from interfering, allowing one to maintain a mental state conducive to meditation.

In short, there were many solidified spell effects, from physical condition to hormone secretion, and from psychological and emotional states to thought and memory.

They could all be adjusted based on individual needs.

Additionally, the area where the meditation room was located had the highest Dream State activity, though I didn’t know what that meant.

The term “Dream State” had come up multiple times from different seniors.

It seemed meditation was somehow connected to the Dream State.

After finding the controller in the meditation room, I lay down in an extremely comfortable position.

Yes, lay down.

Meditation didn’t have strict posture requirements.

The books said that if lying down was comfortable, it was fine to meditate that way.

I adjusted my position deliberately, placing the incense burner by my head.

The scent of the incense wafted straight to my forehead, but it wasn’t overpowering or cloying.

Closing my eyes, I followed the meditation requirements, my mind filled with what I had read in the books.

Adjusting my state, controlling my thoughts, it sounded simple but was hard to do.

In the end, I had to rely on the solidified spells here to adjust myself.

The spells took effect, but the results weren’t as good as I had imagined.

The threshold for entering meditation was indeed high.

After my initial attempt, I gave up on the hope of entering meditation today.

It wasn’t realistic, far too unrealistic.

The incense’s effect even made me drowsy.

In the end, after confirming I had no clue, I started to give up.

Doing nothing and lying here for two hours was torturous, wasn’t it?

After relaxing, especially with the spells forcing me to relax, I realized that without my conscious restraint, Spirit Vision activated on its own.

It was like when I was first born into this world, with Spirit Vision active.

I didn’t stop this state from continuing.

Even though my eyes were closed, Spirit Vision had transcended the biological limitations of eyes.

What I “saw” was just a perspective I could accept, the most normal way to experience Spirit Vision.

By actively removing the visual limitations of Spirit Vision, the so-called Inner World was fully revealed in my perception.

I had actively learned about Spirit Vision and the distinction between the Outer World and Inner World, but most of the explanations circulating in society were guesses or personal interpretations.

No one could say what was correct.

One day, someone might post a video explaining the Outer and Inner Worlds, and a few days later, someone else would post a video debunking it, promoting their own theory.

After all, supernatural powers like Spirit Vision were a constant source of online attention, never going out of style.

At this moment, I felt like I had activated a 3D omniscient perspective, far more terrifying than what mental strength perception described.

In this perspective, the distance between objects was just pure information.

The forms of objects were also pure information.

If I couldn’t understand it, it was just a blurry mosaic.

Here, walls no longer restricted me.

I could easily sense the senior next door leisurely changing the incense in her burner.

I could also see many seniors sitting still, as if meditating.

So… what was meditation?

Looking at the seniors in my Spirit Vision state, this was the first time I actively explored information I had previously ignored in this perspective.

There was no limit to the information presented in Spirit Vision, but my brain had limits.

When I was a baby, to survive, I had to learn to filter out useless information and ignore the unknown, or my mind might have been overwhelmed by it.

This time, I deliberately peeled back the information I had ignored, even if it might put me in danger.

But ignoring had become a habit, even a self-protective instinct.

Going against instinct was inherently difficult.

I tried for a long time, but it seemed I only gained some useless information.

I couldn’t react to it or understand what it meant.

Still, I persisted.

Until…

“What’s this?”

I instinctively wanted to ask because I felt like I had uncovered something incredible.

It was like a space, giving me the same feeling as the Witch Academy wrapped in the Curtain Wall.

But this was a much smaller, very ethereal area, as if it could collapse at any moment.

When I realized this, I looked at the other seniors.

Most of them seemed to be in similar ethereal spaces.

My brain raced, matching this information with what I knew.

Finally, I found a possible answer.

“Meditation Space”

The book had mentioned this concept!

A subjective mental space derived during meditation!

This space wasn’t as “solid” as the academy’s Curtain Wall.

It felt very fleeting, so did meditation create such a mental space?

Could I do it too?

At this thought, I felt like I had found a lead, incredibly excited.

This was another way of seeing the world through Spirit Vision.

As a transmigrator, I really did have special treatment!

After the initial excitement, I calmed down because I realized I didn’t seem to have such a “Meditation Space.”

And I didn’t know how to create one.

It was like hitting a dead end, shattering my excitement.

It felt like I had found a correct but useless truth.

It was like the absurd conclusion that “the bigger the banana, the bigger the peel.”

Could you say it was wrong?

No, but it was meaningless to me.

So… how was I supposed to meditate?

Was I really just useless?

Though Senior said those monstrous geniuses shouldn’t exist, I still wanted to chase that kind of talent.

I had prepared myself mentally.

But coming to the conclusion that I couldn’t do it still hit my emotions hard.

I crossed my arms, sighed, and silently walked back.