To find the truth all the way at the bottom of everything

Sitting down on my ass on the cold floor of the garden's second level, I took a deep breath in.

Normally, this motion would allow me to inhale quite a bit of mana, reinforcing my body with energy provided with each breath.

In here, however, there wasn't a single iota of mana hanging out in the air and only waiting for me to consume it.

In theory, this should make cultivating impossible, as there was no fuel to fire the engines of my cultivation. Yet, pretty much as soon as I fell into the state of inner contemplation, the meditative state that I'd coveted so much in the past only to fail to attain it for years… As soon as I'd reached this stage, the world around me… changed.

'So this is how the world itself feels when the image isn't obstructed by all of the flows of the spirituality,' I thought, taking a look at the garden around me with nothing but my spiritual sense.