The One Who Came Home at Night

On a snowy night, a figure in a Scarlet Robe casually opened a Mountain Water Restriction and stepped out of a cave. He stood at its entrance and turned to see three characters carved into the cliff: "Creation Cave."

Reed Flower Island? Creation Cave, where an Ascension Realm Great Demon had once hidden?

He gazed into the distance. The heavy snow had yet to stop, flakes as large as mats filling the air. There was great beauty in the world: a thousand miles of white beneath the snow, with a perfectly full moon above.

Chen Ping'an had dreamed three dreams before waking. But had he truly woken, or had he only just entered another dream?

When Chen Ping'an opened the door, ripples surged outward.

The Immortal Mansion on this island, already jumping at every rustle of wind, immediately sensed something amiss.

Sword light and the gleam of treasures flared, cutting through the night. In the space of a few blinks, more than a dozen cultivators swept toward Creation Cave from different directions and surrounded it.

Chen Ping'an immediately touched his Daoist Robe with a finger. In an instant, the scarlet robe turned the color of snow, and he covered his face with the features of a youth.

Chen Ping'an reached out to catch a snowflake, as though he needed it to tell him whether he was still dreaming.

The cultivators formed a formation, braced against a formidable enemy.

A Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator hovered on his sword at their head, his expression especially grave. He feared that a Great Demon who had been roaming the seas and committing crimes had come here to stake everything on one desperate throw. In recent years, more immortal estates and sects, large and small, had been destroyed at sea than even during the