In severe cases, the soul would leave the body and become a wandering ghost, while the flesh became a walking corpse!
Cui Jiuyang had not thought that far ahead. All he felt at that moment was the shifting light and shadow before him, countless dazzling colors racing backward, spinning, and merging before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
He could vaguely make out that those patches of green ought to be plants.
Those chunks of gray and black were probably rocks.
Those masses of white were clouds and mist in the sky.
And that distant streak of blue seemed to be a great lake far away...
But all these sights had been stretched and distorted to an extreme, becoming blurred streams of color. He could not make out their original shapes at all.
He had no idea how much time had passed. It seemed like only an instant, yet also like a long century.
Only then did those rapidly spinning colors gradually settle, twist back, and finally, slowly resolve into a normal view.
Cui Jiuyang steadied himself and looked up. What greeted his eyes was an enormous mountain peak soaring into the clouds, wreathed in mist!
Ancient trees towered over the mountain, and clouds and mist billowed everywhere. He could only vaguely make out the lush trees and the faint outlines of bracket-supported buildings on the summit.
This was Liu Jingtang's dream!
And that boy's soul was probably struggling up this mountain right now.
But just what sort of dream was the boy having?
Why would he dream of such a tall mountain?
Time was pressing. Cui Jiuyang had no time to ponder the reason and immediately set foot on the winding path leading to the summit.
Meanwhile, on Mount Yuting within the dream.
Through sheer refusal to give in,