A bright moon hung high overhead, and myriad stars dotted the heavens, painting a vast, oceanic star chart across the sky.
Lin Wanyi abruptly came to her senses and realized with a start that her bedchamber had vanished, replaced by the moon and stars above and an endless abyss of darkness all around.
Stunned, Lin Wanyi looked from side to side before discovering that she was sitting atop a long, narrow stone stele. Boundless darkness surrounded her, as though she had been imprisoned in a black dungeon.
"Huh?"
Bewildered, Lin Wanyi glanced over and saw Xie Jinhuan sitting at the other end of the stele, his hands forming a seal as he continued chanting. She hurriedly crawled over and waved a hand:
"Xie Jinhuan?"
"Hmm?"
Xie Jinhuan opened his eyes, only to discover that he seemed to have fallen under an illusion again.
But Wanyi did not know that Ghost Wife was behind this mischief, so he put on a confident expression and explained:
"We've successfully entered the dream. It's always like this."
"Really?"
Half convinced, Lin Wanyi lay at the edge of the stele and peered down again, trying to see where they were.
What she saw was a gigantic black stone stele suspended in the abyss.
Far below, at the very limits of her vision, she could faintly make out a coiled, dragon-shaped mountain range.
Some intricate ancient writing was also carved into the side of the black stele:
"What does this say?"
Xie Jinhuan lay beside Wanyi to study it. Drawing on the miscellaneous knowledge he had accumulated since childhood, he roughly deciphered it:
"It looks like 'South of the South Sea lies a mountain called Ming... beneath the mountain, a demon god is suppressed... by day, assumes a dragon's body... by night, wears... wears...' I can't