When Lin Yun awoke, he found himself in a barren palace. This palace was ancient, and the wall was covered with pictures of the dragon clan, looking majestic. But with time, the pictures were blurred, and he could only see a rough outline. Those pictures were simple, without any unique spiritual runes or other martial intents.

Lin Yun rubbed his head and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, his pupils flashed with a trace of confusion, and he only felt relieved after seeing the Flower Burial Sword beside him. He recalled the strange burst of laughter from the Primordial Demon-Refining Tree and the smiling face that he last recalled, but he couldn’t remember anything else.

Looking over, Lin Yun saw An Liuyan lying on the ground beside him, and her eyes were closed.

“Brother Lin, you’re awake!” Footsteps resounded as a familiar voice rang out.

When Lin Yun raised his head, he saw Xiao Yun. But he was wearing a weird and somewhat ambiguous smile while looking at them.

“Haha. I...