Ryker didn't dream as he slept. Which was weird, since he usually did.
It was also weird since he usually wasn't conscious while he was dreaming, but in the current darkness that was his sleep it felt as if he was wide awake.
'What is this place?' he thought, idly, his consciousness like a dim beacon in the void. He meandered through the darkness, somewhat confused.
But his confusion would soon clear up as he came across a phantasmal image of himself, floating through the void in a meditative pose.
'Ah, this must be that 'Spiritual Platform' Meiling was talking about.'
The Spiritual Platform, the originating source of any cultivator's spiritual sense, as well as the vessel that housed the Nascent Soul. Right now, however, his 'Nascent Soul' was more like a projection, with no true capabilities other than to reflect his true self.
