[Spiritual qi revival | precognitive dreams | national secret cultivation sect]
[No System] [Subverts conventions] [No harem]
I dreamed a truck ran me over and killed me. The next day, that very truck came hurtling toward me!
Only after narrowly escaping death did I learn the truth: this wasn’t a coincidence. A dream-eater had tried to kill me in my dream!
I joined the National Mystic Sect, and one sentence from the old Daoist dashed all my hopes:
Precognition comes at the cost of your lifespan.
Of the nineteen precognitive awakeners in history, the average lifespan was less than two-thirds of a normal person's.
Overexert your mind and you’ll suffer brain death; pry too deeply into the future and your heart will stop. Every dream of mine is a gamble with my life.
But I’ve never been alone.
My fire-type brother takes the hits and deals damage, my wood-type sworn sister eases my headaches, and the ice-type goddess is always at my left side.
Other people dream to rest. I dream to fight for my life.
Behind me are the lights of countless homes; before me stands Li Xing.
Want to be invincible? Keep dreaming.
I’ll make my life a sword and protect my world!
