Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Blood? That just doesn't make sense, does it?

Ryan Ford, a beautiful young woman who barely embarked on the path to ascension at the age of 19, deeply understands just how difficult it is to enter the Outer Wall.

Although the methods she and her teacher possessed were not particularly sophisticated, they were nonetheless derived from the bloodshed and sacrifice of countless predecessors.

Every ingredient in any incense is essential to the method they employ.

The audacious man he was now possessing was actually trying to use his own blood to replace most of the ingredients in the incense—this was utterly outrageous.

Human blood was indeed used in many rituals, but it mostly served a symbolic purpose, to build a connection between oneself and the mystical, or to represent human suffering to please the gods.

Although Ryan had to tell him the other steps under his insistence, he was convinced that his failure was already inevitable.

Arrogant newcomers like this deserve a painful defeat. Then, Ryan can make a triumphant return, using his experience to make this lucky guy even more dependent on him, gradually gaining the upper hand in this unequal relationship, turning him into his dog, and finally seizing the opportunity to possess him!

Yeah, that's it. The shameless kid will obediently fail and then come begging for his older sister's help...

What does it mean to succeed?

Mian rubbed paper towels and wood shavings together to make incense, then poured his own blood on it.

Mian, as usual, remained vigilant, instructing Leo to keep watch outside and wake him if anything seemed amiss. Afterward, he lay down on his bed in the hotel room and lit incense.

The crudely made incense had no fragrance whatsoever; only the cheap smell of burning filled the room. Mian closed her eyes as she smelled this.

In an instant, he felt his soul being drawn from his body and passing through the barrier without any hindrance.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an incredibly mad place.

Giant trees reach for the sky, moths dance wildly in the forest. Gothic stone churches and huge tombstones inscribed with oriental characters are integrated into one, and Eiffel Tower-like structures and crimson torii gates intertwine and grow upside down from the branches of the giant trees in the forest.

Everywhere was filled with a dreamlike madness, as if the creator of this place had studied the paintings of famous abstract artists before creating it.

Every direction is filled with endless information, and every corner has endless branches.

Under the onslaught of this massive amount of information, Mian suddenly felt overwhelmed.

Mian couldn't help but cover his head and tried to take a step back, but the feeling of his heel dangling in the air made him stop immediately.

This is……

He turned around and found that behind him, at his feet, was something even more incredible than the surrounding giant trees and landscape.

It was a deep well.

It has a circular wall made of moss-covered blue bricks, and a dazzling glow reflected from the blue waves at the bottom of the pool.

However, its diameter was so long that it seemed to contain an entire ocean, yet so short that it could be seen by Mian's naked eye. Standing at one end of the well, Mian could never estimate the distance to the other end, as if its diameter was constantly changing, bringing an even deeper sense of dizziness and bewilderment.

"Stop looking, squint your eyes, and don't try to estimate anything about the [Deep Well]. This is the home of the 'Moth,' the origin of all chaos."

A tired female voice sounded behind Mian, pulling him out of his trance.

Mian squinted at the voice's instructions, and the pressure immediately eased. But he pressed his chest and took a few deep breaths before recovering from the disorientation he had just experienced regarding distance, direction, and himself.

It was only at this moment that he realized the female voice belonged to Ryan.

"Where is this place? Have we really arrived at the [outer wall]?"

Mian turned his head to look at the source of the sound, but he saw a somewhat unfamiliar figure.

The long purple hair and the curves of her figure allowed Mian to barely make out that the person in front of her was Ryan. But at this moment, in Mian's consciousness, the white silk covering Ryan's entire body had completely disappeared, replaced by a plain white long dress that resembled a moth's wing and exposed pale skin.

Coupled with Ryan's rather delicate face, standing among the flowers and plants under the trees, he once gave Mian the feeling of being an elf.

Then he looked at this "elf" lady, whose two thin legs trembled, and she knelt down with a thud.

"This is the Clover Forest, and at our feet is the Deep Well... We've really arrived. With just that simple incense, we've actually reached the subspace, reached the outer wall."

Ryan's pretty little face was filled with the color of utterly shattered values.

She never imagined it would actually succeed. In her mind, it was as incredible as the ancients putting fireworks under a chair and having them actually fly into space.

Could it be that he's a powerful figure pretending to be something he's not, trying to manipulate me?

Ryan reluctantly looked up at Mian, but all she saw on the man's face was innocence and curiosity.

It seemed he was truly here for the first time. Before, without warning, he would have almost gotten lost in the [Deep Well]... Keep in mind, that's the [Deep Well], a being within the [Outer Wall] whose status is equivalent to a god; even the strongest superhuman wouldn't dare joke around on it.

Or rather...

Is he a born prophet?

Ryan felt his non-existent heart pounding. If this man named Mian was truly a born prophet, perhaps it could explain his previous strange behavior.

Because he is a prophet, he can use such a rudimentary method to penetrate the veil and reach the outer wall. Because he is a prophet, he can engage in a certain degree of cultivation in the mortal world.

Because he was a prophet, his consciousness unintentionally connected with a palace-like space within the outer wall... everything aligned perfectly.

If that's the case, can I still possess his body?

Ryan pounded his chest to control the urge to smile.

Lane Ford was always grateful for her caution. As a "fisherman," she never fought an unprepared battle. But at this moment, she was completely unable to suppress her impulses.

What can or can't it say? The "fisherman's" prophecy is right here, right before your eyes. How can you remain unmoved? How can you possibly relinquish the desire to possess it like a moth drawn to a flame?

Ryan Ford, once a "fisherman," is now unable to control or stop her impulse to possess Mian.