Sometimes, people have dreams that feel oddly familiar.
Or perhaps they arrive in an unknown place for the first time, yet they feel they have been there before.
Shen Zhui stood in the courtyard, looking strangely at his own body, then the surrounding facilities.
A large tree, thick with wind-stirred leaves, stood tall while a device above an ancient well rotated, doors and windows swung gently. Two teenagers were playing chess under the tree, with a smaller child sleeping soundly beneath it.
Everything was peaceful and harmonious, all incredibly familiar, as if it was reality itself.
It was strange.
At Shen Zhui's level, he believed only the Illusory God Realm could blur the lines between reality and fantasy for him.
Yet, here he was, unable to make that distinction within this small courtyard.
Hes raised his head. A mountain in the distance seemed to hide and appear while a long, drawn out sound echoed through the valley.