Spiritual Realm Storm

Lin Yi's consciousness slowly emerged from the chaos. He felt that his head was a little heavy, as if it was wrapped in a thick mist. Opening his eyes, he found himself lying in a strange and quaint wooden house with simple furnishings. A wooden bed, a table and a few chairs made up all the furniture. The dappled sunlight shines through the window and reflects on the rough floor, forming a pattern of interlaced light and shadow.