When I Was Reborn, I Cultivated Immortality in My Dream

The locust tree fell on its pillow and fell into the starry realm, only to realize that everything in life was an illusion. The immortal soul in the past world shattered into thousands of scales and scattered into three thousand wells in the world of mortals. Stepping on the beacon fire, fishing for remnants of dreams, pillowing on the mist, pointing to the sky with a smile: there is no awakening from the big dream. Once the scales gathered into the boat and broke through the 90,000 hectares of the Milky Way - then I realized that I was the spirit in the dream.