The officials of Great Yin found themselves back at home, their wives cooking and their children running over, calling for Daddy.
A commander of the Imperial Guards saw the master of his youth, who patted his shoulder and said, "Kid, you've made something of yourself."
Ancestor Ye Qing returned to the day of his coronation. Dressed in dragon robes, he climbed the Heaven-Worshipping Platform step by step.
Ancestor Ye Xuan saw his Dao companion, who had died hundreds of years ago, smiling and beckoning to him.
On the Eastern Region's side, the scenes varied.
Song Chi stood on an enormous platform, facing a dense sea of people that stretched beyond sight.
Everyone looked up at him, their eyes filled with reverence. He wore white robes, their hems fluttering gently in the wind.
Someone below shouted, "Latecoming Sword Immortal! Second under heaven!"
He cleared his throat and declared, "Today, I, Song Chi, have been fortunate enough to claim second place under heaven..."
At this, he cupped his hands toward a certain direction. "As for first under heaven, that is naturally Brother Si. I willingly concede defeat, convinced in both heart and word!"
Thunderous applause erupted below.
Zhou Yan's dream was much simpler.
He sat on a hillside covered in flowers, holding Red Bean in his arms.
Red Bean had become fluffy, like a little ball of red fur, rolling around in his arms and making chirping sounds.
Zhou Yan gently fanned her with his fan and said with a beaming smile, "Red Bean, stick with Big Brother Zhou from now on. I guarantee you'll eat better than you would with Brother Si..."
Red Bean chirped again.
Zhou Yan smiled even more happily.
In his dream, Black Mountain became a bear dressed in scholarly robes and gold-rimmed glasses, sitting