An Hao had a dream in which he found himself seated upon an immensely grand chair, with a Qilin crawling at his feet and True Dragons swirling around his hands. Below him was a radiant starry sky, and figures exuding powerful auras floated beneath him like a series of steps.
The sensation was incredibly wonderful; he felt as if he had control over everything and even experienced a sense of loneliness.
Immersed in this feeling, he lost track of time.
He did not know how much time had passed when suddenly, a dazzling golden light burst from the depth of the universe below and rushed towards him, turning the powerful figures along its path into ash.
The golden light shone on An Hao's face, making it feel scorching hot to the point of burning.
An Hao suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath with sweat covering his forehead and his pupils still trembling.
