A wave of drowsiness washed over him. As his head grew heavy, countless fragments like multicolored glazed glass appeared before his eyes. Chu Mo stood among them and looked around at the dazzling images, discovering that each was a scene from a Dream Realm.
The turning of history, the passage of years, countless rises and falls-all lay within them.
"This is the method of cultivating the Dream Dao."
Chang Le's voice came from above. "With dreams as the foundation, we construct worlds and the cosmos, everything within and beyond heaven and earth. All things exist within the dream, and Cosmic Light flows differently there as well."
"One day outside can be a month in a dream, a year, or even centuries and millennia. Of course, the stronger the dreamer, the harder Cosmic Light becomes to manipulate. True Self, you wield a Root Origin and are no ordinary cultivator. Making one day last a month in the dream is already the limit."
Chang Le sounded somewhat dejected. It was not that she could not stretch the difference in Cosmic Light further, but doing so would make the Dreamscape unreal, failing to meet her True Self's needs.
"A thirtyfold difference is enough." Chu Mo nodded, aligned his mind with the Root Origin, and said softly, "Let's begin."
The Death Origin was as deep and dark as an abyss.
Every contact seemed to blur the boundaries between life and death, yin and yang. Fortunately, Chu Mo had long grown accustomed to matters of life and death. For anyone else, merely contemplating it would have been a trial of life and death.
For [death], whether its wielder died or guided others toward death, either would deepen their understanding and thereby improve their control.
As it happened, Chu Mo fulfilled both conditions. Time flew by