Gu Chen suddenly sat up from the bed, and his heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent room. The sky outside the window turned white, and a new day was coming, but the scene in his dream still lingered in his mind. The ancient ritual, the mysterious runes, and the pillar of light rising into the sky were all engraved deep in his soul like a brand.
"Is this really just a dream?" Gu Chen murmured to himself, but he knew in his heart that it was no ordinary dream. The feelings in the dream were too real, and the pictures were too shocking, as if they were foreshadowing something.
