After praying silently for a moment to let Yunan get used to the new world and his presence the old man waited until Yunan stabilised his mentality before breaking off from prayer and watched Yunan with dangerously bright eyes. "Have the world forgotten about me yet?". The question sounded like a child's request about his favourite doll, therefore Yunan decided to soften the blow on him.

"Many gods have come and gone, as many of those perished in the catastrophes that have filled history, there are even more that are not even known to be living or dead and still have worshippers in some corner of the world, which domain did you have?". The old man smile was as silly as his bright dreamy eyes "that means I have been forgotten and my name itself was lost in time, I was a major god once, the old god of dreams, as old as the creator, for I was born from his first dream" the man looked outside the window in the hospital room with a complex look on his face.

"Now, there many gods of dreams, even a dream world parallel to this one called dreamscape, the main god of dreams is called Morpheus, and arou6him are a bunch of lesser gods, I got some of their divinities sometime ago". Yunan decided the old man to be a benign god and therefore he got chatty with him, after all, him lying on the bed was just part of the dream and there was nothing wrong with him otherwise.

"Oh, my little garden has grown to become a whole world, that makes the best news I had in a long time" the old man had a genuine smile, it drove Yunan to think this na?ve sincerity was what killed the old man, how else someone who can be liked so easily and get along with anyone lose his life in a remote cave. "Well since my name was forgotten there is no reason to tell you any more, and please do not take away my divinity, I left it with this piece of consciousness to help grant dreams, at least people would not stop dreaming if they knew this place existed in order to fulfil dreams".

"Now that you mention it, this place is rather isolated and forgotten, the place I was looking for is a valley that serves the very same function, fulfils wishes of those who clear its test, anyway, where are we?". "Oh we are in the dreamscape, this is the original garden, I linked it with my death bed, it makes dreams come true easier, do you feel it? You should try to sense it with your divinity, the power of dreams in this place is enough for achieving world peace a few times over, maybe that is why I felt my little garden has grown too lush over the years."

Yunan closed his eyes in his bed and called upon the dream related divinities in his sea of consciousness, they answered hurriedly and lined up to integrate with him but Yunan did not consume them or merge with them, instead, he just linked his senses to the divinities and started feeling the world through them as an extra sense. As expected he could see the true form of the world, an ever-changing, endlessly shifting mass of energy, inside it one could see the manifestation of the strangest dreams and the worst nightmares, he could see such manifestation being born, being devoured, battling for supremacy or gently passing by all this like an ethereal presence.

Yunan soon broke the link and sent the disappointed shards of divinity back to where he usually kept them, near enough to call in a moment's notice and far enough to keep them from influencing him into becoming a divine already. "Dreamscape is a rather fascinating place, but unfortunately I have a wish to fulfil, maybe I will go visit it when I become a god myself". The old man nodded his head, he could clearly sense what Yunan did because they were in Yunan's dream and the man was a god of dreams, all he needed is a catalyst for reaching out to the Dreamworld and he could connect with it effortlessly.

"Well then, tell me your dream, I might be able to guide you there", it seems that the old man had felt the chaotic state of Dreamscape and decided to not linger here for too long, even if his little garden was the origin of the whole world it did not mean it was safe, something Yunan also understood and appreciated the old man for doing. "I have no dreams, to be honest, I try to fulfil them as soon as they crop up, thus I have been a hero, I have saved the world, I have made a goddess my wife, and part of my harem, I have beautiful and smart wives, I have just enough friends to be stimulated at all times, I have a dragon for a pet and my enemy list includes, gods and men, so I have no dreams, however I have one wish, to fix the problem that arose from exclusive bloodlines inside my body".

The old man nodded his head as heard what Yunan said, for a man in his thirties, he has done more than some people can even dream about, but the thing about exclusive bloodlines got him rather curious because there was no such thing before so he plunged his hand inside Yunan, he gripped the heart and pulled it out. There was no pain nor any side effects from having his heart ripped out of his chest, Yunan could see his heart still pumping and could feel his blood flowing through his body so he stayed silent and observed as the old man made some runes and that looked as old as creation itself.

"So dragon and phoenix have become separated, the creator will not be pleased, he went on a stroll the other day and if he returns to find his little world like this, it scares me, to even think about it, but the truth is still for all to see, corruption has seeped too far and the bloodlines now reject each other, well the best I can do for you is let you know where you will find a legacy of the phoenix"