Lu Jiangxian had a very long dream. He dreamed of planting rice in the fields, he dreamed of swords and shadows, he dreamed of immortal sects, women, and a large lake.,At that moment, a brilliant white light pierced through the dense darkness before them. Although the darkness surged like a tide, the beam of light stood firm, unwavering like the sun through the ages.,Looking around, I saw lush green treetops with hanging aerial roots swaying above. Agile fish darted swiftly across the surface from time to time, their movements accompanied by the gentle splashing of water.。