In his dream, Fan Lang was brought to a pristine white room, where everything around him was veiled in a sacred radiance.
His mind was perfectly clear. He knew this was a dream, and he also sensed that there was something special about it.
This was absolutely no ordinary dream.
There was a door in the white room. It opened from the outside, and someone walked in. The visitor looked remarkably androgynous, possessing traits of both man and woman, making it impossible to tell their sex. Their features possessed a unique beauty that transcended gender. Bathed in light, they carried themself with gentle elegance. Their hair was white, as were their clothes. White from head to toe, they seemed utterly spotless and untouched by the mortal world.
The White-Clothed Person entered and smiled at Fan Lang. "Sorry to disturb your rest and bring you into my dream without permission. Let me introduce myself. My name is the World Creation Demon God, and I am the creator of this universe."
At those words, every nerve in Fan Lang's body seemed ready to explode. The surge of thought was so intense that he still did not awaken, remaining trapped within this dream.
"You're the World Creation Demon God?" Despite his shock, Fan Lang did not readily believe him.
"More precisely, this is a dream of the World Creation Demon God, and I am a projection within that dream. As for my true body, he is still sleeping, and you have sealed him away."
"Why should I believe you?"
"And why should you doubt me?"
"Fine, I won't doubt you for now. Whether you're real or not, just say what you want. Why did you bring me here?"
"It's nothing much. Before I fully awaken, I merely wanted to find some amusement to