People did not dream during deep sleep.
That was how it should have been.
Before him lay a beautiful garden, tranquil beneath the night. Distant lights flickered among lamp towers and pavilions.
He could not remember what had led up to this. He only felt that he had already made up his mind.
That child suddenly ran off. Wanting to catch up, he stepped forward and reached out toward him.
Then, at some unknown moment—
Heaven and earth shifted, time changed, and the clamorous sounds of people and traffic flooded his ears in an instant.
At some point, he had become the child being chased. He suddenly turned back amid a crowd dressed in plain robes and long gowns, looking at this antique marketplace street.
He caught a glimpse of one brilliant corner of an entire flourishing age beneath the night.
Then, the next second—
He watched it burn fiercely!
On a scale beyond imagination, everything within several kilometers became a sea of fire. Countless thriving sights went up in flames, leaving only blazing flames that dyed the night sky crimson, as though the world itself were burning away.
At last, the rolling waves of flame expanded and swallowed him whole.
Fang Ran abruptly opened his eyes and woke up.
He slowly propped himself up into a sitting position, pressed his right hand to his forehead, closed his eyes again, and shook his head.
That just now... was another dream...?
Blinking blankly, Fang Ran vaguely recalled that dream from just now, exaggerated enough to burn down the world.
With embarrassed resignation, he wondered if he had become obsessed with increasing his power from practicing last night.
Then, remembering that, he quickly threw back the blanket and glanced underneath. Only after confirming everything was safe did he let out a breath.