“Ma Ha!”
In Qin Mu’s layers of dreams, numerous little ones gathered together. Some had solemn expressions, some had wild auras, some wore animal skin shorts, a short coat, and a beard that was as unkempt as a savage, some were like gentle and refined scholars, some carried knives with their bare feet, like pig butchers, and some had the demeanor of an expert.
There were also monks and Qin Mu who ran over. They were like Buddhas who had attained the DAO, and the Buddha light around them shone brightly.
The little ones in the dreams gathered together and surrounded the dreams next to Qin Mu’s primordial spirit.
Qin Mu’s primordial spirit was vast, and his body broke through the layers of dreams. He was like Mount Meru that had traversed through countless worlds.
