I am Li Feng, an ordinary online novel author. I am accompanied by words every day, and my life is as plain as boiled water. That night, the wind and rain raged, as if it was the prelude to the symphony of fate. I sat in front of the computer, facing the blank document of the latest chapter of "Dream Returning to Heavenly Dragon". My fingers were tapping mechanically on the keyboard, but I was like a trapped animal trapped in the quagmire, unable to write a single word. Criticisms and doubts from readers came like a hailstorm, shattering the little confidence I had left, and my inspiration seemed to have been drained of its essence and disappeared without a trace.
Just when I was almost swallowed by despair, a strange and dazzling light suddenly flashed across the computer screen. The light was winding like a dragon and rushed straight into my eyes with a mysterious and powerful power. In an instant, I felt like the world was spinning, and I felt an overwhelming feeling of dizziness. When I struggled to open my eyes again, the sight in front of me stunned me. I was in a dense and quiet bamboo forest, and the sound of the gurgling stream could be heard in my ears. The crisp sound seemed like music played by nature. The fresh earthy smell and the elegant fragrance of bamboo leaves are intertwined and permeate the air, making people feel relaxed and happy. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a simple robe, with a long sword hanging on my waist. The pattern on the hilt was simple and mysterious. My memory seemed to have been tampered with by an invisible force, and there was only a vague cognition left in my mind: I am a martial arts master, and this world is exactly what I wrote about "Dream of the Dragon".
