At first, all Luo Yan could see was darkness.
But after a moment, a faint light gradually appeared ahead.
Luo Yan walked toward the light. As he moved forward, it grew brighter and brighter.
At last, he was bathed in a bright but gentle light.
He did not know how much time had passed when he heard a voice say, "You're here, the third child of Jianmu."
The light in Luo Yan's eyes faded. A moment later, he saw a tall man sitting in front of him.
The sun rose behind the man, leaving his face obscured by the backlight.
But Luo Yan still recognized him at a glance. It was the Divine Lord.
The one who had drawn him into a dream in Guixu.
At that moment, Luo Yan heard himself ask, "Who are you?"
His voice was childish, like that of a young child.
The Divine Lord smiled faintly. "Me?"
"I suppose you could say I'm your elder brother."
"Because I'm also a child of Jianmu."
Luo Yan heard himself ask again, "Jianmu?"
"I'm a child of Jianmu?"
"My name is... Yan Xi?"
"Is that my name?"
The Divine Lord stood up. "That's right, Yan Xi."
"That's the name Jianmu gave you."
"Come, my brother. Let me show you this world."
Only then did Luo Yan notice that they were in a hall. Judging from its structure, it was a wooden house.
Could this be inside Jianmu?
By then, the Divine Lord had already walked toward the entrance.
Luo Yan followed him, but he seemed like a child who had only just learned to walk, staggering from side to side. Several times, he nearly fell.
Fortunately, he eventually managed to walk out the door.
When he stepped outside, the view before Luo Yan suddenly opened up.
He saw