Mountain and Sea Realm, Qingshi Town, it was raining.
Rumble, a mighty clap of thunder suddenly erupted, startling Wang Hao. He couldn’t help wondering, "Am I really a genius? Thundering while dreaming, won’t that wake up?"
The sound of thunder in this state brought him an unprecedented mystical realization, gradually washing away the violent temperant hidden at the bottom of his heart, leaving his mood more peaceful than ever before.
It was as if he rembered sothing, perceived sothing...
Pitter-patter, raindrops fell densely.
The cascading raindrops sketched nurous canvases of Qingshi Town, where the water buffalo in the fields happily wagged their tails, lazily munching on grass, oblivious to the downpour; the farrs, wearing straw hats, sheltered under trees, cheerfully chatting about sothing, perhaps discussing this year’s excellent harvest; wildflowers and weeds by the fields took advantage of the rain to grow wantonly, and frogs and toads called out "croak-croak;" the chickens, caught in the rain while foraging, turned into drenched fowls, "cluck-clucking" as their owners herded them back to the coop...
Leaves, seedlings, flowers, rocks, muddy paths, large water buffaloes, tricycles, animals fleeing the rain, and eyes with no good intentions hidden in the wilderness sensed sothing and scattered away.
This was his domain, the thriving town of Qingshi.
"This is ’My World’ ah."
Wang Hao forgot all irritations, even his breathing, and even that this was a lucid dream. He seed to transform into this slice of the world, quietly observing the swaying of plants, watching the workings of human society...
When he ca back to his senses, ti had quietly passed, the rain had stopped, and sunlight once again shone upon the earth.
"How wonderful, the source of the new world."
"You will eventually beco the new world, right?"
Or perhaps, give the new world a little gift?
"This year is a year of bountiful harvest," said Wang Hao. "This year’s grain yield might double, and the rice could mature a month earlier."
He seed to truly beco that Great Emperor, where in the world of dreams, he could achieve anything he wanted.
Under the gentle breeze, the rice fields in Qingshi Town swayed along, seemingly faint with the scent of a rich harvest.
"Those who toil hard will always reap so rewards."
Another gust of wind brushed past, healing the hidden ailnts of the laborers, granting them a few more years of life.
A few farrs with dark, sun-baked skin seed to sense sothing, looking around before moving their tired bones and muscles.
Suddenly they felt incredibly light, their arms stopped aching, and their herniated discs were no longer prolapsed. This miraculous incident was t with admiration.
"I won’t give any more than necessary; they can’t rely on for everything."
After accomplishing all this, Wang Hao felt the pleasure of feeding ants with sweets.
He continued to look down on the town.
Not everything was flourishing; a few people had conflicts and were fighting each other.
The locals had their unique ways of cursing.
"You son of a dog raised by the Evil Core!"
"You beast bred by the Water Ghost King!"
There were also girls from the brothels, and little kids nearby seed to have grown a bit; even in so corner, a couple of sneaky fellows were up to no good.
"Alas..." Old Wang wasn’t one to sweat the small stuff, he could tolerate a few flaws.
So businesses, if it’s for survival, were rely the oppression of the old society on people, understandable; but if it’s for re pleasure, then it would be a moral issue.
Soon, Wang Hao rembered his purpose and concentrated his gaze on the dical room next to the Taoist temple.
That dical room was the cleanest place in the whole town. The floor was laid with smooth blue stones, the air was filled with the scent of disinfectant, and various dical tools along with a large stock of antibiotics filled a big cabinet.
In this era, bacteria generally had no resistance; a small amount of dicine could save a life. Therefore, the reputation of the dical room had spread throughout Qingshi Town in just a month, second only to the "Mother of Sores."
And the sharp-eared Miss Feng Ling was dozing off on the table.
Seemingly sensing soone’s secret gaze, she suddenly woke up from her dream, rubbed her eyes, and looked around, "Why do I feel like soone is watching ?"
"Has no one co in? Then I’ll sleep a little more..."
"Could it be the Mother of Sores watching ? Or so other presence? I’m going to sleep a bit more, never mind."
Even though she was a flat-chested girl, she seed quite cute.
Old Wang sent a gentle breeze, and the girl who had been overworked and not slept soundly in a long ti fell into a beautiful sleep.
His purpose this ti was to figure out what the "Ren Pi" triggering the subsequent storyline was all about?
As the Ga storyline progressed, he could reveal its true purpose.
But Wang Hao couldn’t wait any longer, he wanted to "dream" up the ending right now through the thod of dreaming!
Otherwise, his novel might co to a standstill!
The "Ren Pi" was placed on a hospital bed by the dical staff, teetering on the brink of life, with a horrific countenance, inhuman in appearance, even the skin flayed, exposing the dark red muscle tissue beneath. If it weren’t for its inherently strong immunity, far surpassing that of an ordinary person, it would have died from infection long ago.
Luckily, after being cared for, the poor person was wrapped in dical bandages, resembling a mummy, now slightly more bearable to look at than before.
Wang Hao felt compassion. A life where one could not see, speak, hear, sll, and even the skin was peeled away, leaving only the sense of pain, was truly hell within hell, a tornt unimaginable.
A breeze blew through the window, gradually soothing the soul that was in a state of shock and pain.
Eventually, the pitiful figure seed to calm down.
He seed to see a sun slowly rising, illuminating his entire spiritual world.
This was an unknown existence from the Outer World, high above Outer Heaven, where good and evil coexist. For now, it seed to manifest goodness.
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