By chance, he is enlightened by an old Daoist in a blue crown and mistakenly enters a dream. There, he forms a pact with an intelligent spirit of consciousness. By taking shape within the dream and stirring his subconscious, he can discover the past and present lives of people he has never met, wandering freely through the dreamscape.
“Li Zhixing, why can’t you defy fate and change your destiny?” The old Daoist sweeps his sleeve and strokes his beard. A breath of pure qi washes over him as the old man throws back his head and laughs.
Is that so? Why can’t I? The sky and earth suddenly whirl around me. Dizzy and disoriented, I find the world narrowing to a single point as my mortal body takes shape within the dream.
