A hundred thousand white candles lay out a hundred-pace formation. The most entertaining thing to toy with is the human heart.
These memories belong to Nan Chen alone. They take place in an urban setting without order, rules, or laws. The chess game is shattered, and he returns to the present, only to discover it was the final generation of sorcerers making one last all-out attempt. In the present, time has passed in no more than a single night.
Those who enter dreams remember nothing of them. Those who are shattered in dreams leave no evidence that they ever existed. Only the one who breaks the formation remains: the last inheritor of sorcery...
Sorcery battles play out in dreams, while the present world remains at peace.
"What are you looking for?"
"The truth."
"Mm. The most illusory thing in the world..."
For thousands of years, sorcery has torn through space and erased people from existence. It has nearly been wiped out time and again, yet a sliver of hope always remains. Hope means that, in the face of a heavenly tribulation, someone will break the formation and be reborn. The dead end is that sorcery's inheritors have never had a "graduate who excelled through heartlessness."
When the dream ends, the fortunate return to their bodies, while the unfortunate vanish from the world. No one will remember you, but I cannot let you go. You will become the next core of the formation, and I will be the next one to manipulate the board.
P.S. The sorcery formations ignore rules and laws. Eastern mysticism, strange tales, esoteric formations, and the like are all invented for this story, so please don't scrutinize them. The characters' mental states are way, way out there+++
Theme: A contradictory inner world
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