Yama Rising - Chapter 966: 10 Days (4)

The True Spirit Continent is an era of prodigies and monstrous talents vying for supremacy. Kings roar and can make stars fall, while emperors can cover the sky with a flip of their hand. A young man named Xiao Ye, born humble, receives ancient inheritance and thus becomes the pinnacle of martial arts. He sweeps across enemies, battling through the Nine Wilds with passionate vigor, igniting the Nine Heavens with battle fervor.On the invincible battlefield, where the blood of geniuses forms a sea and monstrosities' bones pile up like mountains, Xiao Ye advances step by step, ascending to the peak, defeating all who dare proclaim supremacy in the world.As warriors, we ought to rather break than bend, decisive and resolute in slaughter, unhesitant in vendettas, and annihilate all enemies in the world!

Within the dream of the dreamer, the one who was dreamed of awoke.

… Borges

“I exist in the sunlight, the wind, between the heavens and the earth, and also in dreams.”

One night, Yu Hao, a college student who was at his wits’ end had an unexpected encounter with a mysterious visitor – “General” – who had dream travelled. He led Yu Hao in solving the countless riddles that abounded in the realm of the conscious, and lit up the fire beacons on the meandering Great Wall.

Thereafter, the darkness retreated, the sun rose, and when the long night was thoroughly lit up, the him who existed in reality was reborn.

The black dragon that roared, the lighthouse and demonic eye on the coastline, the rain forest before Chichén Itzá, the fierce beasts that wreaked havoc in the Colosseum…the bizarre projection of reality in one’s consciousness reflected the hidden place that the sunlight in reality couldn’t touch – the innumerable sins of the human heart.

The journey of seizing dreams continues, and one can only hope that the sun will continue illuminating the human heart.

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Fire beacons on the Great Wall were lit up to signal a border invasion.

- Description from Novelupdates

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.