In the dim secret chamber, a green oil lamp flickered to life, casting a clear radiance.
Hong Yuan stepped forward steadily, taking a seat on the Taoist Mat without haste.
He closed his eyes, focused his mind, and activated the Holy Artifact, the Dream Worm.
Normally, using a Holy Artifact requires Immortal Nuance as a price. Hong Yuan wasn't lacking in Immortal Nuance, but the Holy Artifact, the Dream Worm, devoured something else entirely—it consumed the Soul Foundation!
Behind Hong Yuan, the soul of the Flood Dragon began to materialize, emitting a dark and profound menace.
The wings of the Dream Worm, which resembled a white Fairy Butterfly, trembled slightly in response to Hong Yuan's activation. Rings of hazy white light rippled within Hong Yuan's Aperture.
Black intertwined with white, undulating above and below, continuously spiraling until they gradually formed the mystical sight of a yin-yang Taiji diagram.
BOOM! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
