Yuan Ming had a dream.
After stepping onto the Immortal Path, he gradually got used to meditating instead of sleeping and could hardly remember the last time he had dreamt.
Moreover, as a Soul Cultivator, he clearly knew that dreams were nothing but illusions created by the natural depletion of Soul Power. Those fragmented and bizarre scenes were merely a patchwork of the dreamer's daily observations and thoughts.
However, this time, the dream Yuan Ming had seemed different.
He dreamt that his Divine Soul left his body, flying into a vast expanse of white radiance where everything was milky white, with no discernible shapes or objects.
A wind blew across his Divine Soul, bringing a hint of coolness that was not bone-chilling but made Yuan Ming's Divine Soul shiver involuntarily, leaving him feeling somewhat hollow.
