In an instant, Ling Xiao was pulled into a tiny, self-contained world.
Mountains rose, rivers flowed, and skies roared with storms—all manifestations of his own uncertainty and lack of control.
"Every distraction… every hesitation… becomes real," Han Ye's voice resonated within the realm.
Ling Xiao swung his hands. Energy faltered. A shadow of his own doubt became a monster. It lunged.
With a simple thought, Han Ye amplified the lesson: the creature multiplied, embodying fear itself.
Ling Xiao struck again. Every mistake taught him restraint, precision, and harmony. Within the chaos, he began to sense the Life Dao, subtle and alive, responding to his will.
"Your past life's mastery was incomplete," Han Ye said softly. "Here… you will regain what was lost."
By the time the sun set in the micro-world, Ling Xiao could heal himself from wounds and calm the storm raging around him—an early taste of Tian Lan power reborn.