Great Xia Country.
It was another autumn day, crisp and refreshing.
Wang Hao slowly opened his eyes and stretched with a yawn, "That dream was really long... Did I just become the Emperor of Heaven in the Mountain and Sea Realm?"
"Another good deed done, practice kindness daily, and the virtue is boundless."
When dreams are real, the real becomes the illusion; when the real is illusion, the illusion becomes real.
In the real world, he was just an ordinary person, yet in his dreams, he transformed into an omnipotent deity... Maybe everyone has such daydreams? Whether young or old, who doesn't wish to be all-powerful?
However, upon waking up, Wang Hao found his mindset subtly off-kilter, a vague sense of coldness welling up within him.
That strange feeling was indescribable, as if more rational, yet it seemed an indifference that had seen through all worldly matters.
This rationality led him to ponder a very important question—
Who am I?
