Master of the Dao of Primordial Chaos Across All Worlds

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In the autumn of 2018, the lingering heat in the air had just faded, replaced by the cool caress of the autumn wind.

In a bedroom of a residential complex in Taizhou, Anhui Province, Huaxia.

A startled cry broke the silence, and Chen Xing awoke abruptly from his dreams, sitting up. He reached out to wipe away imaginary sweat, muttering, “Seriously? Even during a nap, my dreams force me to binge-watch shows. Can I catch a break?”

Chen Xing, male, nineteen years old, had just been admitted to the Archaeology Department at Huaxia University this year. He had chased after dramas—no, rather, he had been dreaming—since he was old enough to understand the world.

But here’s the odd part: have you ever heard of someone having the same dream for over ten years? Perhaps you’ve had long-running dreams too—but have you ever found yourself trapped in a space suffused with violet mist, empty except for occasionally picking up strange, inexplicable items, unable to do anything else?

Fine, suppose you’ve experienced that as well. But after finally getting used to it, have you ever felt your familiar dreamscape shatter like glass, leaving you unnerved? It was terrifying.

Chen Xing rubbed his sleepy eyes and sighed. “It’s been over ten years. Maybe I won’t have that bizarre dream anymore. After all, it’s gone now.”

Feeling relieved, he hopped off the bed, took care of his hygiene in the bathroom, and prepared to begin his day.

Perhaps because Chen Xing had had this dream since childhood, he grew up smarter than his peers—grades