He stood in front of his cane, holding it tightly with both hands, standing in this endless realm. His seemingly old body was as tough and upright as a towering mountain, unshakable. The breeze was blowing, the skirt was slightly swaying, and the blue hair was fluttering I saw his head raised, his eyes focused on the sky above Qingyan, his eyes seemed to pass through this realm, to reach the endless void beyond the reach of all things - nothing. It is true that dreams are real, reality is illusion. Man is real, Butterflies are empty! Everything that countless people pursue in the false reality is just a real dream. This ancient picture is really weird. Only in the dream can one understand the supreme morality in it. But the dream will sooner or later Will wake up!