Very White

"White dream, white dream..." The ethereal voice echoed in my mind for a long time. The sound sounded like that of the man in white clothes stained with blood from the future, but it also came from countless years ago. At this moment he finally woke up. Bai Meng murmured in a low voice: "Yitian Shenqiao, Endless Extreme Sea, Cloud King Star, Samsara Dao Sea, Boundless Land, Underworld, Extreme Cold Dao Realm... Burial Place. It turns out that even if I become Dao Lord now, everything is already doomed!" The crisp ringtone rang through my ears again, and those memories from the future disappeared in my mind in an instant. Confusion gripped his mind again.