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Although this enchanted notebook is used more as a personal record for me, I think it is necessary for me to make some relatively dry explanations by reading this article in order to make some relatively dry explanations in order for readers who have little knowledge of Taoist culture or the mysterious dream world—usually Taoist priests or scientists who study my case, if I encounter an accident in my exploration of a world outside of what we normally know as waking worlds—to read this article more clearly.

My name is Yun Chengyu, and I am a young disciple of the Yun clan of the Huaguo Cultivator Family, who was born with a pair of yin and yang eyes, and was known as a rare genius for a hundred years when I first woke up. But to everyone's surprise, the Divine—and that's just a habitual saying—gave me excellent wisdom and understanding, or advanced cognitive abilities, and also awakened me to a superpower called "time shifting".

This ability allows me to manipulate the "speed" of the passage of time to a certain extent, but at the same time, I am unable to practice Dao Gong according to the authentic practice methods of the Xuanmen. Therefore, in order to better research and develop my abilities, on December 31, 2012, I flew to Gakuen City in Japan, where I met my ability developer, [DATA EXPUNGED] from the Extraterritorial Void. This powerful man showed great interest in the Taoist culture of China and generously solved the problem of my inability to cultivate.

During the summer vacation of July 2013, I returned to China with [DATA EXPUNGED] and practiced in the Yun family's ancient cave mansion [DATA EXPUNGED]. The cave left behind by my ancestors is said to be thousands of years old, and it is itself the object of my curiosity to explore. The techniques used to compose the cave distort reality in a subtle way, so that the space inside clearly exceeds the volume observed from the outside, and the complex and varied structure of the corridors and pavilions does not correspond to the geometry of common sense.

On July 16th, I stepped into the inner layer of this labyrinthine cave for the seventeenth time, holding a compass that I had found by chance. It should be pointed out that this palm-sized strange instrument is not at all like the kind of tool commonly used by the Li Qi sect, the material is difficult to say whether it is metal or some kind of jade, and the smooth surface is covered with a password-like arabesque pattern, as if telling some kind of terrifying secret, but it is as beautiful and alluring as a poppy. However, I searched through the room where it was found, but could not find any explanation or explanation.

Anyway, with the help of this strange compass, I went to an attic that was not too small or small, and obtained a set of jade slips from the large pear marble case in the middle of the room. The jade slip is engraved with some unknown hieroglyphs, but it does not resemble the ancient Chinese scripts, nor does it belong to the rest of the characters that I can distinguish.

(Note: Subsequent research has shown that these texts are [DATA EXPUNGED].) ）

What really set me on the road to exploring the world of dreams was the neatly arranged and neatly bound thread-bound books in the bookcase. The bare paper on the spine is as white as snow, seemingly completely uneroded by time. To this day, I still wonder if I shouldn't have taken one of them out of curiosity in the first place, resulting in the bitter wine that I have to drink now—and for the foreseeable future.

On the cover of the book, the words "Book of the Dead Spirit" were written in a simple and solemn Han Li, and when the next page was turned, two lines of strange sentences with a completely different font style from the previous Han Li, and extremely obscure meanings. The expansion and contraction of the dot painting, the twisting of the axis, as if following some kind of geometric principle that is difficult to understand by common sense, warped the vast and nameless world on the narrow paper of the two-dimensional plane.

This is not a deliberate exaggeration on my part for the sake of the effect of words, on the contrary, I do not think that the above choice of words and sentences is sufficient to accurately describe my feelings at the time. My roommate, the "vector manipulation" party, might have chosen—and had the ability—to attribute the events of that day to some unclear neural activity in terms of materialism, but I don't think I have the ability to describe things in the precise language of mathematics like he did, so I tried to convey what I meant with a little bit of artifice.

At that time, I tried to read it out. "It is not the dead who sleep forever, but even death itself passes away in the mysterious eternity. "It's unbelievable, it's unreasonable. Considering that this notebook should be delivered to someone or institution along with those books, I will not spend time copying the contents of the books if anything happens to me. In a nutshell, those books are the records handed down by a deviant cultivator, a Yang God master who has refined the gods and returned to the realm of the void, who has explored all kinds of blasphemous things in the known and unknown worlds, the indescribable eternal years, and unimaginable dimensional spaces.

Looking back and examining the memories of the past, these books – perhaps the "knowledge" in them, I think – seem to have some kind of strange and ominous attraction magic. I remember that at that time, I couldn't help but turn page after page with my slightly trembling fingers, but I couldn't stop feeling some kind of inexplicable palpitations, almost lost in the ocean of forbidden knowledge, until the alarm clock of the smart terminal woke me up from that demonic state. Then, I activated the spatial expansion magic from [DATA EXPUNGED] in my backpack and filled them in as fast as I could, excited and scared at the same time.

The first abnormal dream occurred on July 16th, before the dream world came to my attention. After that, on August 1st and August 16th, I went into the same bizarre dream again and again—it should be pointed out that as a practitioner, I have always had a good quality of sleep, and I also had the essence of the Sleep Technique, and I usually do not have such clear and mentally draining dreams when I sleep—and this is what made me aware of the anomaly that happened to me.

During these three nights, I visited a beautiful city in my dream.

In the light of the setting sun, the majestic walls, the silent temples, the carved colonnades, and the ancient arched bridges made of textured marble all shine with golden brilliance and beautiful and moving.

Fountains with silver bases spew prismatic light in the wide squares and fragrant gardens, graceful trees, flowerbeds and ivory statues line the wide streets, and cascading red roofs and old pointed gables climb the northern slopes, providing shade for the grass-green cobblestone alleys below.

Overall, the city looks bright and bright, but surprisingly lonely. I have never seen any pedestrians on these streets, and there is not the slightest hint of life in the elegant houses.

When I first dreamed of this awe-inspiring and extraordinary city, I suspected that the imagery came from my family and my travels to foreign countries, and perhaps some of the material came from the impression of looking at the "Garden of Learning" from afar, but each time I stopped on the terrace high above the city, and was dragged back from the dream by some force.

On September 12, before going to bed, I took out the set of jade slips and put them under the pillow. It was nothing more than the unintentional act of a twelve-year-old naughty boy - aside from the unknown hieroglyphs, the jade slip was indeed made of a first-class spirit jade, which might have helped me get rid of the nightmare entanglement, but unexpectedly, it was a crooked move that led me to another magical world. This is where the journey of dreams begins.

Although I suspect that the moments between the two worlds of waking and dreaming do not correspond exactly, and that even the time and space here, if it exists, may not be as orderly as I knew when I was awake, I have used real time to account until there is no better way.

On September 24, at a hotel in Neil, I sat at my desk by the window and wrote these words in the style of an unknown predecessor. Maybe this soothing pace doesn't look like the style of a notebook, but since I'm in control of the flow of time, I don't care how much time it takes to write.

The warm sunlight shines through the glass, and the scenery outside the window is quiet and peaceful: a sea of red roofs that is deeper at sunset, a few pedestrians wandering through the cobbled alleys, and farther away are delightful fields of golden wheat rolling – from an agronomic point of view, it should be the harvest season around June or July.

Ah, the human mind is so unpredictable, and in a matter of moments, it jumps unconsciously from one thing to another! I suddenly wondered if I should inform the people around me of the existence of this dream world—the elders of the family, the developers of my abilities, or the passers-by-one—but, on second thought, I was now in a dream, and there was no point in thinking about it.

Anyway, the compass and jade slip were checked by my grandfather and didn't have any sinister spells attached, and my soul was fused with [DATA EXPUNGED], which can also be said to be an invincible existence in a sense, so there is nothing to worry about. Okay, I think it's time to get down to business and write down what I saw on September 12th and 24th, and I'll write more about it in the future.