The voice in the depths of the mind gradually faded, and its owner slipped back into a deep slumber.
Waking from the brief dream, Qingyu opened his eyes, brushed a speck of dust from the gemstone, and placed it back upon the soft cushion.
This was a god who held dominion over dreams—or more precisely, the cocoon of a god. Born from the dreams of countless living beings, the deity had yet to fully absorb the authority it had acquired when it accidentally fell into the Abyss and was consumed by corruption, leaving it with no choice but to seal itself away.
Chapter 365