I had dreamed many times, and every time, I never realized I was dreaming.
But this time, I was clearly aware that I was dreaming.
I had not realized it at first, but when that young man told me his name, I knew.
I had actually dreamed of my Patriarch!
Although I had not finished studying Six Lines Mysteries, from the little I had learned and what I had read, I could tell that my Patriarch was unquestionably a supreme master who had grasped the Great Dao.
By "supreme," I did not mean how profound his spells were. After all, I had never met him, so naturally, I did not know much about him.
But his understanding of the Dao, his understanding of the universe, heaven, and earth, and even his unique views on life and death had shaken me deeply. I had never experienced that kind of shock from books compiled by other renowned masters, or even from some ancient texts.
Moreover, when the author of Six Lines Mysteries organized the materials the Patriarch had left behind, he had included a hexagram reading in the book.
The Patriarch had cast that hexagram for himself. He had divined the time of his death, how he would die, and even events decades after his death.
Given the Patriarch's attainments and cultivation, I believed he could have escaped his own death, but in the end, he had not. He had even resolutely gone to fulfill the reading.
The reasoning behind the interpretation of that hexagram was laid out in great detail, but I still had not understood it. I read it once every day, yet it remained beyond me.
Further on, however, there was a conclusion to the reading: the time and manner of his death.
What was shocking was that over