The morning passed like this, and the afternoon of searching and talking was equally fruitless. I walked down the streets by the sea with some disdain, turning my head from time to time to look at the clouds where the sea and the sky met, wondering how I could get to the legendary Cloudsdale - the Wind Resistor would not allow me to fly so high and far, and the rumors suggest that the city of Serranian may not just float in the air.

Suddenly, I felt something scratch on my trouser leg, and when I looked down, it was a seal-colored Ragdoll with supple fur. Sensing my gaze, it politely and humanly stretched out its right paw—and I leaned over to shake its hand, after which it gracefully turned and motioned for me to follow it to the market.

Eventually, I saw an elegant and noble grey tabby cat basking in the sun on the polished onyx tiles. When I came to it, it lazily stretched out a paw, and then the magnetic middle-aged voice sounded unexpectedly:

"Young sir, I heard you want to go to Serranian?"

"Eh, who's talking?" I was taken aback, looked around, but couldn't find any figure near me, and refocused my gaze on the cat in front of me, "Wait, you can talk!"

"Haha, Yun, haven't you already seen my respectable compatriot on Earth?"

I immediately understood what the other party meant—there is indeed such an existence as a "demon fairy" in the Dao Gate, and one of them is the cat demon who has attained the Tao, and I also visited the elder when I awakened the "time change" ability, but the other party can't tell the cause of this ability.

"Because of the limitations of the vocal organs, it is much harder for a cat to speak a human language than a human to speak a cat's language, and you don't know our language, so she (obviously referring to the seal-colored Ragdoll cat who brought me here) can only use her paws when looking for you. Okay, tell me your story, maybe I can help you with what you need. ”

I briefly explained the events that had happened to me so far—the notes left behind by the Xuanyang Daoist, the mysterious silver compass, the experiences in the Usanna area, and the strange and ominous dream and the unexpected events that followed. The old cat chief (whose cat name I can't spell) listened to me gravely, and then fell into deep thought.

"I haven't met a Xuanyang Daoist, but it's extremely difficult to kill or imprison your Yang God, whether it's in the waking world or in the dream world—in fact, I can't think of any way to do it. ”

He couldn't agree with my plan to seek out Kuranis, a legendary dreamtraveler who knew the extraordinary wonders of the unthinkable, who was said to have traveled to the ultimate void beyond the stars, and who was the only one who had gone through such an indescribable journey and still kept his sanity. If there is anyone in Earth's Dream Land who can solve my doubts, it is Kuranis, who is undoubtedly the most likely one.

Then, the cat chief asked me to go to the roof of the inn tonight, where he and the other cats would take me to Serranian in their own unique way. With curiosity and anticipation, I had dinner, studied the "Seven Chapters of the Secret Sutra of Xuanjun" and sorted out my notes as usual, and then turned out from the balcony at about ten o'clock in the evening, and performed the wind control technique and light skills to the roof.

Cats of all sorts of coats were already waiting for me there. As I stood on the bricks that were no more than a few inches square, the cats rose up and formed a closer formation, wrapping around me protectively. The chief told me that it was their unique ability to leap long distances, to cross the invisible boundaries of time and space, such as jumping from a dream to Earth, or to some secret place inside Saturn.

The venerable old cat patiently instructed me on what to do: I had to make myself smooth and obedient to the cats' movements, let the group of soft-fur jumpers carry me on my body, and how I should jump when the cats supported me jumped, and how to land gracefully when they landed.

"Can I learn this planeswalking technique?"

Before leaving, I asked the other person, and what I got was a laugh from him.

"Haha...... Don't be too greedy, this is an ability that only us cats can have, just like some of your cultivation methods and supernatural powers that are unique to humans. But maybe you can give it a try, anyway, with your wind resistance and light skills, at most you will fall off the roof and not hurt. ”

So saying, the cat chief leaped lightly, stretching the supple spine of the feline, and looked no different from any other cat I had ever seen, and then, in the long stretch of time under the influence of superpowers, I saw—or seemed to feel—a strange spatial phenomenon, the other's form moving away from me in a strange and indescribable way, and then a dreamlike sight—pink marble, white towers, flower-filled cobblestone paths— Interleaved weave in broken mirrors and splashes of water. Eventually, the figure of the cat chief flickered and disappeared abruptly into the image formed by my perception.

I fixed my mind, and my mind extended to explore in all directions, but there was no trace of the other party. The other cats surrounded me quietly, their vertical pupils of various colors reflecting a glimmer in the darkness. I looked again in the direction where the cat chief had disappeared—the flickering stars twinkling in the night, a few faint clouds drifting slowly in the evening breeze, and the unknown realm on the other side of the sea of clouds, the pink marble city of Serranian, was so moving.

Maybe...... Should I really try it?

As soon as this idea came to me, it quickly took root in my heart. I bit the tip of my tongue gently, the scattered consciousness condensed, and then bravely took the first step into the air - in the void where there was no foothold, I unexpectedly did not feel the fall, but I did not move forward due to inertia, the whole person seemed to be poured into the invisible mold by some transparent viscous liquid, and those broken and entangled dream scenery was in front of me, as if within reach, but the distance between them was like a moat, to completely separate me from Serranian, leaving despair in vain.

Break it, break it! That was the only thought that came to my mind at that time. So I did, and I could vaguely feel some elusive form of existence shattered by my strong will and the consequent movement of my limbs, and that I had torn a hole in this indescribable, disgusting, even cruel cage, and I had passed through it to the end of the world, where all of a sudden, matter-like and image-like, had suddenly fallen into a silent, endless nothingness, with nothing but cliffs and abysses ahead, emptiness and darkness.

I don't feel the physical body anymore, I seem to be floating, falling, falling, falling, there is a dark, formless, unconceived concept in the abyss, and there are faintly shiny objects— The hypercube, some kind of closed surface, and more indescribable, and then, as if there was a crack in the darkness ahead, through which I could see the delicate and elegant old city, the flower beds and lawns in the bright sun, and the figures walking through the streets sprinkled with golden leaves.

Before I could react, I felt a slight sinking of my body beneath the majestic towers. The old cat chieftain with his grey tabby fur was not far away, so I walked over to him and said "hi" as I went.

"Oh, you're here......" the other turned, "Wait, what about them?"

"I jumped on my own. ”

I turned around as I spoke, trying to see if the cats behind me had followed. Unexpectedly, just by looking at it like this, I was stunned, and even the cat chief's suspicious inquiries were deaf. The result is a garden in the middle of a sunny day: surrounded by yew hedgerows that form the basic skeleton with carefully selected combinations of trees and shrubs, lush verdant meadows with several finely trimmed rose trellises, and bouquets of daisies, caryophyllus and large-flowered delphiniums along the pebble path. In addition to the typical English garden features, the dwarf shrubs planted further afield have the simplicity and delicacy of a Japanese garden: rosemary and sage bloom with colourful flowers on the sunny rocky slope, yellow-flowered dwarf irises bloom among the large bare limestone rocks, and the distribution of stones and waterholes is natural, and a stream meanders through it.

But what fascinated me even more were the emotions and memories evoked by the sights—the beauty that I could not find in facts and experiences before I entered the monastic path, in fantasy and dreams. The mischievous little girl planted the Natal Spirit Gu on me, and we both plunged headlong into the dreams of the stories we had heard, the half-real and half-imaginary impressions they had left in our brains, and the strange apparitions that had been twisted and shaped by two energetic minds.

Intellectually, I should be in a Curanis dream, but I can't help but try to use my imagination to shape the image of my former companion in the world formed by my own perception. Even though I had never met Kulanis before, I couldn't help but feel an inexplicable affinity for him. We have similar fantasies about "beauty", longing for sunlit scenery and warm experiences – even if I am a descendant of China, and he belongs to the Anglo-Saxon nation.