Don't Look, Don't Think.
In the vast white world, Lin Bai and Xuantong sat side by side beneath an old tree.
"What did you mean by that just now?"
A flash of insight suddenly appeared in Lin Bai's eyes, as if he had grasped some kind of opportunity, but it vanished in a fleeting instant.
Facing Lin Bai, Xuantong curved his lips into a captivating smile.
This world slowly collapsed, while Xuantong and the old tree gradually dissolved like phantoms.
Lin Bai knew that his dream was about to end.
"Lin Bai, don't trust your eyes too much."
After Xuantong disappeared, his voice drifted and echoed beside Lin Bai's ear.
Within Nine Bend City, Lin Bai lay spread-eagled on the street, staring up at the sky.
Xuantong's voice echoed in his ears.
"Don't trust your eyes too much?"
Lin Bai murmured softly as he sat up from the ground, then looked toward Nine Bend City once more.
This dream had come so suddenly that Lin Bai had not even figured out why he had dreamed at all.
Warriors whose cultivation had reached the Dao God Realm basically did not dream.
If a warrior of this realm suddenly had a dream, it would certainly be some kind of warning, or a perception of something that was about to happen.
This effect appeared most easily in those mystics who specialized in "divination," "astrology," "physiognomy," and similar arts.
Sitting cross-legged on Nine Bend City's broad street, Lin Bai savored Xuantong's words and slowly suppressed the violently surging negative emotions within his body.
His state of mind returned to a calm, undisturbed state, and his Dao heart stabilized once more.
After calming down, Lin Bai began to reassess Nine Bend City.
In that instant just now, Lin Bai had seemed to grasp the method