An Hao had a dream. He dreamed that he was seated on an incomparably magnificent chair, with a Qilin prostrate at his feet and True Dragons churning beside both his hands. Below him lay a dazzling starry sky, and one figure after another, each radiating a powerful aura, hovered beneath him like a series of steps.
That feeling was incomparably wonderful. He felt as if he controlled all things under heaven, and he even sensed a kind of loneliness.
Immersed in that feeling, he forgot the passage of time.
After who knew how long, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst from the depths of the universe below and came attacking toward him. All the powerful figures along its path turned to flying ash.
The golden light shone on An Hao's face, making him feel such scorching heat that it was almost burning.
An Hao's eyes snapped open. He panted heavily, drenched in sweat, his pupils still trembling.
What entered his eyes was the dusk sky. He instinctively glanced to the side and saw the figure of the Nirvana God Emperor.
The Nirvana God Emperor stood nearby, gazing up at the sky, his thoughts unknown.
An Hao sat up. Just as he was about to rise, the Nirvana God Emperor pressed a finger against his forehead, rendering him unable to move.
At that moment, An Hao felt all his magic power, vital energy, and blood freeze solid. It was extremely uncomfortable.
After reaching the Nirvana Realm, he had felt himself so powerful, possessing the confidence to face anything. But at this moment, it was as if he had returned to the mortal realm, once again feeling his own insignificance.
He looked up at the Nirvana God Emperor, the shock in his eyes swiftly turning into unwillingness.
"Your eyes are very much