The countless days and nights of torment that have just passed, were they nonexistent? Or did they actually happen, but when I wake up, it's exactly the same afternoon?
King Chu looked out the window; the same sunlight, the same brocade ribbons brushed by the wind, not yet swaying back to their original position, instantly made him realize, it was still the same day.
The days and nights just experienced were like waking from a dream of yellow millet, where not only the body remained in the original world, but even time hadn't changed.
King Chu, possessing prior wisdom, immediately understood that this must be the Little Monk's divine skill. Such a skill can unknowingly draw one into a dream, experiencing life and death reincarnation, yet time does not pass; truly terrifying.
