Li Wei entered the Second Dream World.
He fell into the River of Dreams, standing firm upon its surface.
The water was shallow, barely covering the soles of Li Wei's feet.
Yet, looking down, it seemed bottomless.
Countless iridescent Dream Bubbles, constantly being born and dying, flowed within the river.
Just a moment ago, he had been beneath the river, passing through the surface to arrive on top of it.
It seemed like an ascent, but it was actually a descent.
The dream is the reverse of reality; the closer one gets to the dream, the farther one is from reality.
It was like a card. Li Wei had originally been in the sliver between its sides, but now he had reached the card's reverse face.
The endless Dream Fog still permeated the river's surface, and the distance was shrouded in pitch-black darkness.
Looking up, he saw one hundred and eight massive, multicolored stars hanging high in the sky.
The largest star was the farthest from Li Wei.
