Yi Feng, lying on the beach, had a dream.
He dreamed of his past-life self.
A lowly corporate drone. Though still young, he had slept beneath bridges and started businesses, known glory and endured slumps.
He had married once, then divorced. Returning to the small town of his hometown, he opened a fried chicken shop. Though his life could be called utterly unremarkable, he was getting by well enough.
Every now and then, he would call up his childhood friends from back home to gather, drink, and unwind. There was no real pressure in life.
That day.
As usual, he got off work and rode his little scooter home.
Though it was already eleven at night, that absurdly expensive Northeastern dumpling shop was still open, and business inside was as good as ever.
A BMW stopped in front of it, and a woman in black stockings and black boots, her hair falling in great waves, stepped out.
Yi Feng could not help glancing at her twice.
After passing the Northeastern dumpling shop, he reached a three-way intersection.
At the intersection, several young thugs seemed to have drunk too much and were shouting noisily.
Afraid of inviting trouble, Yi Feng lowered his head and passed by without looking at them.
Wait, why did this seem so familiar?
Yi Feng shuddered.
He suddenly remembered that this was precisely the day he had transmigrated.
Next, there would be an out-of-control dump truck...
The next moment, just as expected, the dump truck came crashing violently toward him...
The scene shifted.
Yi Feng saw a world vast enough to blot out the sky and cover the earth.
More precisely, he was looking down upon that world, as though from God's-eye view.
In that world stood a solitary figure.
Clad in a black robe, he stood