Netherworld.
Xuanqing and Meng Wuyou entered the dream simultaneously, arriving above an ocean of light.
In this sea of light, endless brilliance drowned everything.
Apart from light, there was nothing else here.
An incomparably vast radiance shone through time and space, covering above and below, left and right, enveloping past and future.
"We've come here again." Xuanqing and Meng Wuyou moved slowly over this incredible sea of light.
They looked up toward the farthest reaches of the sky, where countless light spots drifted like snowflakes perpetually falling, merging into the vast sea of light, becoming part of it.
Meng Wuyou extended a white palm, catching the drifting light spots.
These were the lifetimes of various beings, from birth to death, every little detail, utterly real.
These were also the dreams of the Primordial creatures, the light of great dreams, brilliant and magnificent.
