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The real world.
Half a month had passed since Fang Yang fell into a slumber and entered the Star Dream Realm.
Night.
The moon was bright and the stars were few, their faint light sprinkling down upon the mortal world.
Within the cluster of Dream Worlds at Burying Moon Mountain, it was still pitch-dark, with no light to be seen.
The monarch's tent was also shrouded in darkness.
Suddenly, a brilliant crimson-gold light flared, and then the entire tent was filled with a glorious radiance, as bright as day.
It was Fang Yang, who had just opened his eyes.
When he closed his eyes, the world grew dim.
When he opened them, it was as bright as day.
'It's been half a month...' Fang Yang lifted his head slightly, his gaze drifting toward the distance.
A closer look would reveal that his pupils were slightly dilated.
He was, in fact, looking inward at his first aperture.
Inside his first aperture, the Kunpeng Dharma Aspect and the Golden Crow Dharma Aspect shifted at his will.
