From that point on, Tang Long never dreamed of that Daoist again, but his dreams never stopped.
In his dreams, he saw blood-red eyes beyond the Star River, watching the Ancestor Star with greed and dread in their gaze.
As time went on, the scenes he dreamed of became more and more numerous, more and more specific.
He saw three figures slowly emerge under the watchful gaze of countless scarlet eyes, dismantling the Golden Dragon coiling around the Ancestor Star.
He saw Blue Star becoming desolate, saw the Human Race moving away from their ancestral land, and invisible chains transforming into a cage shackling the Ancestor Star.
Tang Long felt an uncontrollable anger towards everything in his dreams, like the pure land in his heart, his home, was about to be tainted with furious rage!
During the dreaming process, his heart and spirit grew stronger, and the existence of those two small hands within his heart and spirit became clearer, though they lacked intelligence.
