Dreams, reality, where is the boundary between them? If the wall between the two were broken, what would become of this world? The Dao follows nature; three thousand six hundred arts, by command of the law, reveal a moment of time.
I am Du Mingye, caretaker of the Dream Tomb. I am a soul transmigrator. I am the world itself!
That ghostly figure slowly emerged beneath the night sky, a strange smile appearing on its deathly pale face. Everyone! You've crossed the line!!
