author:The Flying Four-Eyed
state:serializing
brief introduction:
As time slowly passed, the hands of the clock in Bai Xuan's dream quietly pointed to eight o'clock. The clouds in the sky gradually dimmed as well.,He stared blankly at the scenery that was so close yet out of reach, a bitter ache in his heart, tears threatening to spill.,And as it appeared, countless golden lights converged from all corners of this world, condensing into strands of heavenly rules, seemingly demonstrating submission.。