As I slumbered, I dreamt.
I dreamt, but I desired not to dream. So, I hid.
I saw the changes.
Mountains crushed, Qi veins changing its course. A few islands sunk.
Still, I desired not to mingle in it.
Everything happening at the Second Differentiation matters not.
Humans shall rise, but they will not be True Humans. Only after the Fourth Differentiation those shall start to appear.
The things called Humans which will grow, those are Long-Lived Humans.
Weak, powerless.
But defended.
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By the Angels, by the Immortals.
They shall never be great. But they shall survive.
And this is enough.
As magic dwindles, they shall rise, little by little.
Since human bodies are almost equal in Yin and Yang, they shall have the greatest ability to cultivate Qi - except for my own.
Still, what is the point?
As magic dwindles, also do the Realms.
Little by little, they turn from portals to another worlds, universes and planes into small portals to pocket dimensions.
By the end of this Era they shall become only small self-contained spaces. Dungeons.
And then, by the middle of the Third Differentiation, as Complete Humans, which have Complete Seeds and hold pseudo-memories of past lives start to appear, as even Qi becomes scarce, then those shall disappear as well.
As I have only to wait, so I sleep, even when I am dreaming.
Waiting is painful. And sleeping is bliss.
Sometimes, people desire to see me, or, better, the form created by Lucid Dream of Reality. Buddhas look for me. Seraphim come down from the heavens.
Irs found me once.
I repelled all of them.
I have no use for stray dogs.
What if am old kingdom of demi-gods is falling? What if an entire race is on the brink of extinction or a dark demi-god is trying to conquer the world while being helped by some Furious Buddhas and Dark Sages? What if someone developed a way to manipulate the Shadows for battle?
All I want is for everything to end. The sooner the better.