The chimes from the horizon rang out, the world was vast and white.

Yan Feng opened his eyes and found himself lying on a small boat crossing a river, with a shore made of white clouds ahead, looking quite novel.

Getting up and off the boat, the man scratched his head, looking bewildered, and muttered to himself:

"Where is this? Didn't I just pass out? Wait, how did I get off the boat myself?"