The vermilion palace gates slowly closed with a creaking sound, as the gilt copper nails and ringed beast heads gradually sank into the shadows, seemingly isolating the entire world outside.
At the exact moment the palace gates fully closed, an ethereal and mysterious whisper echoed.
It was a sound that only Lu Xuan could hear, composed of two words.
"Simulation!"
Before long, a subtle dragon's roar leisurely reverberated within the bedchamber.
Though faint, the sound embodied endless majesty and power.
As if transmitted from the outer void, it trembled throughout every corner of the chamber.
Lu Xuan's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, and a flash of brilliant golden light appeared momentarily.
Simultaneously, a vast aura erupted from within his body.
Golden light flickered around Lu Xuan, gradually forming the vague silhouette of a golden dragon's head.
The dragon's head raised and roared, its whiskers flying, its eyes majestic as they swept in all directions.
