Bai Yan kept his eyes shut, yet everything around him was vivid in his mind as if etched inside.
The golden throne crafted from gold, ornate and exquisite sculptures, and the detestable aura of light.
Everything unfolded clearly in Bai Yan's mind.
Following the increasingly intense feeling, Bai Yan walked towards the golden throne situated under the central skylight.
At this moment, a ray of sunlight was streaming through the skylight, illuminating the specks of dust in the air above the throne.
Oddly, these specks of dust remained motionless, as though they had been here for millennia.
Bai Yan's heart quivered, as though he had realized something, suddenly opening his eyes and reaching toward the golden throne adorned with numerous reliefs.
As expected, it was an illusion.
Bai Yan watched as his hand passed through the throne's backrest, touching a mechanism.
