Cang Linzu had a dream.
In this dream, the Frost Calamity had not forced him to flee his home; his parents had not been taken from him forever. He did not have to wander the endless, boundless White Wilderness, nor did he have to hunt, locked in life-or-death struggles against starving beasts with a spear fashioned from a wooden pole and the thigh bone of some unknown soul.
In the dream, he had never left the Martial Academy. His parents and relatives were reunited by his side, and his teachers and classmates watched with gazes of awe and admiration as he boarded the flying shuttle bound for Shenjing. The black basalt banner of Dachen fluttered beside him. Clad in black martial robes, he had become a glorious member of the True Martial Platform.
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