At the same time, the Dreamy Heavenly Venerate lounged lazily on a throne woven from dreams in his Divine Country.
Surrounding him was an illusion realm intertwined with light and shadow, as if dreamlike and fantastical.
Here, vast and boundless, there was neither day nor night, only layers of colors and flowing brilliance, as splendid and ever-changing as a kaleidoscope.
Floating islands condensed from the dream fragments of billions of beings, with a glass-like ground reflecting the Star River, each halo a tangible thought.
The sky was a flowing aurora of seven colors, like countless splendid ribbons intertwined in the sky, with palaces floating within, intertwined with illusion; its rainbow-forged columns hung starry tassels, creatures here bloom with a thought, transform into dragons with another, the boundary between fantasy and reality as ethereal as mist.
