In the past year, Zhao Chengxu often had a dream.
In the dream, he saw a colossal Heavenly Palace.
It was shrouded in ethereal white mist, surrounded by splendid and solemn scenery.
The so-called "Golden rays roll through red halos, auspicious aura emits purple mist," he looked up but could not see the sun; only a vast palace stretched as far as the eye could see.
Everything was enveloped in bright magnificence, with buildings in the clouds made of glazed gems.
Everything perfectly matched his imagined Heavenly Palace, just like the impression of the Heavenly Palace from watching "Journey to the West" in childhood, which one day turned into "reality."
...Although it was only in dreams that he could see it, in Zhao Chengxu's heart, a voice kept echoing gently:
This is reality.
He only witnessed it through dreams, occasionally connecting deeply with the Heavenly Palace. It did not mean this was a fictitious fantasy.
