The clear light shrouded them as they retreated swiftly through the chaotic, mottled Dream Sea.
Chen Yi's Sword Intent was restrained, protecting himself as he sharply surveyed the surroundings, the Dream Sea limitless, the path seemingly endless. Shattered pavilions, inverted mountains, frozen flames, faces silently wailing... All sorts of surreal dream fragments fluttered like snowflakes, only to be gently pushed aside by the clear light.
Retreating further, a peculiar feeling suddenly brushed over Chen Yi's mind.
The surrounding scenery... seemed increasingly familiar.
The half-floating pillar carved with Exotic Beasts, the copper mirror reflecting a vague smile, the bolls of shadowy light that continuously appeared and vanished like gray dandelions, and the pavilion where they once lingered...
The path they followed was precisely as it was before.
