In the World of Martial Arts, Secret Identities Are Everywhere

One day, Bo Yuanzai dreamed of this world.

He was someone who had transmigrated into a combined wuxia world, becoming the civet cat in the story of the civet cat swapping places with the crown prince. He lived on tenterhooks. His transmigration gave him no golden finger, only mediocre talent and a seemingly exalted status. Knowing the plot, he knew he was bound to die decades later, so he chose to give up early, spread his hands, and wait for death.

He came from a modern world with advanced civilization. He didn't like this backward, feudal, authoritarian, bloody world, and he couldn't like its people, either. They were ignorant and stubborn.

Even after transmigrating, he had wanted to go to the world he had yearned for with all his heart. Unfortunately, he hadn't transmigrated by choice and had no say in the matter.

After years of giving up and waiting to die, he found comfort in painting. One night, sleeping beside the fruits of years of hard work, a painting covered with all his favorite characters, he saw in his dream...

The Nine Realms of Kudi that he had longed for with all his heart.

When he woke up, he saw a lotus in his previously empty hand. He felt more excited than he had ever been in his life, and tears streamed down his face.

He thought he must have gone mad. He thought he would turn the people and world he had poured all his feelings into into reality.

Bo Yuanzai: You're only missing your lives, your money, and your world, while I'm just an ordinary, lonely, pitiful person. I've gone mad. Is it really so unreasonable to want a home? :)

Stars fill the deep, bright night; a lone lamp rests on the rocks, while the moon has yet to sink. I know only the blue dawn and the shadow of a solitary wisp of smoke; a hundred years of life, a hundred years of longing.

Guiding Dreams Through the Heavens: Dream Lord Bo Yuanzai

Theme: There is always hope in the depths of despair.