The little leaf boat glided lightly across a stream of flowing light.
In a flash, the gurgling sound of water entered his ears, and before his eyes lay a scene of dazzling colors. Zheng Qing could only vaguely feel the trickle of flowing light weaving and surging around him, almost solidifying into substance, as if it were a real river.
With another flicker, the little boat seemed to merge with countless streams of light simultaneously. In just an instant, Zheng Qing felt countless ambiguous images rushing toward him, some scenes showing a Silent Forest ablaze with roaring flames; others filled with starlight over Buji Island; and others where vast purple energy surged from the horizon, drowning the red, black, and silver starlight.
Each scene was so real, yet each was so illusory.
