For a moment, Yun Qing could not quite tell what they were.
They bobbed and sank with the river, drifting ever onward.
Yun Qing stood in the boundless darkness, inexplicably feeling that this place was familiar.
The next instant, space suddenly split open. A pitch-black crack stretched across the sky above the long river, sucking countless drifting shadows into the rift.
The dream before Yun Qing's eyes suddenly descended into chaos. On one side, combatants fought and tangled, their blood soaking the earth; on the other, various factions plundered one another's fortune, the sounds of slaughter ringing endlessly in his ears.
Amid the chaotic slaughter, a deathly pale, illusory ghost face suddenly broke through the layers of phantoms.
"Who?" Yun Qing abruptly raised his eyes.
The figure had his back to him, his outline blurred, dressed in the old Yun Clan robes that Yun Qing knew all too well.
Yun Qing's heart suddenly jolted.
The next instant, the man turned around.
A deathly pale face instantly loomed right before Yun Qing's eyes!
It was so close their noses nearly touched.
Yun Qing's double pupils contracted.
"Yun Chi?!"
That face belonged to none other than Yun Chi, his former younger clansman.
He was also the first person Yun Qing had killed with his own hands after coming into this life.
Yun Qing calmly regarded everything before him, fully aware that he was dreaming. He began to consider what had caused all this.
Yun Chi's lips moved, as though he wanted to say something.
But before he could speak, an enormous, dark ghostly maw suddenly split open behind him. With a crunch, his entire soul body was swallowed.
The dream shattered with a crash.
Whoosh.
Above the spiritual lake, the reclining Yun Qing suddenly opened his eyes, a divine gleam flashing