"Where am I?"
"Who... am I?"
Immortal Zi Wei woke within the dream, yet she had forgotten herself.
Her face was full of confusion as she looked around and discovered that she stood upon a vast expanse of yellow earth, barren and desolate, without the slightest trace of life.
Looking down at herself, she found that she had a clay body, with tiny hands and feet, her entire body dry and shriveled.
"It seems I've forgotten something important."
Immortal Zi Wei furrowed her brow tightly, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not remember.
She had even forgotten whether that important thing was an event or a person.
No matter how she thought, she could not recall it.
Yet this broad, desolate stretch of yellow earth gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Home?" This word surfaced in Immortal Zi Wei's heart.
But the desolate homeland also stirred a wave of sorrow within her.
Just then, a gust of wind blew over.
The wind grew stronger and stronger, sending sand and dirt flying.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
There were no clouds in the sky, yet a torrential rain fell.
Raindrops as large as beans, numbering in the tens of millions, smashed into the yellow soil.
Very quickly, they formed an enormous mire.
Immortal Zi Wei stood within the swamp, soaked from head to toe and in a sorry state.
Yet no matter how wild the wind and rain became, she kept her head raised, and her vision was miraculously not obscured in the slightest.
She discovered that she had always known this yellow earth like the palm of her hand.
She also discovered that she seemed able to manipulate this wind and rain, as easily as moving her own fingers.
Thus, she thought to herself, *This wind and rain