"----!"
Luo Zhen abruptly opened his eyes.
A familiar ceiling appeared before him.
At that moment, Luo Zhen was lying on his bed, eyes open as he stared blankly at the ceiling of his room. Only after a while did he let out a sigh.
"Was it that dream again?"
Luo Zhen muttered to himself.
Yes.
Again.
Luo Zhen had dreamed that dream again.
In other words...
"Counting today, just how many times have I had the same dream?"
This dream had already visited Luo Zhen more than once.
Ever since he had come to this world, Luo Zhen had occasionally dreamed the same dream.
The first half of the dream showed him galloping across a grassland, which was relatively pleasant.
But when the latter half began, the dream abruptly changed into the terrifying sight of a world burning in flames and gradually approaching its end.
After coming to this world, Luo Zhen had dreamed this dream only once every year or two.
However, ever since he had successfully sealed the Fourth True Ancestor six months ago, the frequency of his dreams had steadily increased. Recently, he had begun having this dream every night.
"What exactly is going on?"
After having the same dream so many times, even the dullest person should have realized that there was definitely a problem.
Luo Zhen was not dull in the slightest. He could even be called exceptionally intelligent, so he was even less likely to believe that everything was merely a coincidence.
There had to be a reason he kept having this dream.
As for what that reason was, Luo Zhen actually knew very well.
He would understand if he thought about it carefully, right?
Before coming to this world and beginning to have this dream, what had Luo Zhen done?
It was