Two thousand years of slumber, Lin Yuan's mind and will relaxing unprecedentedly, spreading freely.
Lin Yuan exerted no suppression or control, allowing this dispersion to proceed.
A thread of mind will drifted for an unknown duration, seemingly entering a certain layer of dream territory.
Arriving in an incredibly majestic and grand palace.
The palace was infinitely tall and grand, its tiers of stairs leading to an unknown destination.
"Here..."
This thread of Lin Yuan's mind will was devoid of thoughts or questions, devoid of any doubts or concerns.
Instinctively, it simply followed the endless staircase, ascending step by step.
Unknown how much time had passed.
Finally reaching the end of the stairs.
Behold, a grand and majestic luminous gate stood there, its existence seemingly the source of everything, silently influencing timelines, dimensional realms, and myriad beings.
And at the threshold of the luminous gate, a blurred figure leaned against it.
