The incantation went by like running water, which left no mark.
Shen Lian could not remember a single word, but he seemed to lose himself. He was trapped in a dream.
It was an odd space, there were wind, thunder, lightning, sun, moon, and star, which were interchanging.
The six phenomena were interchanging as if it was encrypting the message of Dao on heaven and earth.
Shen Lian was confused and unable to think. During the final dragon roar, everything disappeared and then he woke up.
It had been many years since he last had a dream, as he used the state of concentration as a substitute to sleep.
This dream, however, was grand and colorful and odd to an extreme. He could still feel the impact of the dream – it was an indescribable feeling. It was akin to happiness, despair, or perhaps, loneliness.
The sun rose from the east. Ruoxi woke up earlier than Shen Lian. He smelled pancakes and congee.