Beneath his feet was a surging ocean of golden light, and above his head was a golden dome with no end in sight.
"Where... is this?"
He tried to speak, but no sound came out. Only his thoughts echoed through the space.
Roar—!!!
A dragon's roar powerful enough to shatter souls suddenly exploded throughout the entire space.
Tang Wulin looked up in terror.
At the end of that golden ocean, an unimaginably enormous dragon floated in the air.
Its entire body was covered in diamond-shaped golden scales, each one like an enormous shield, radiating an ancient and tyrannical aura.
Its scarlet vertical pupils were as large as lakes, filled with endless destructive desire and madness.
Yet eighteen enormous rings of light were wrapped around the dragon's body.
Those rings did not belong to the dragon. They seemed to be some kind of seal, biting deeply into its flesh and blood, firmly locking away its world-destroying power.
Above the dragon's massive head stood a slender golden figure in silence.
His face could not be seen. Tang Wulin could only make out a man in flowing golden robes, his long hair hanging loose, his back looking exceptionally lonely yet majestic.
He was like a pillar that steadied the sea, suppressing the Fierce Beast beneath him that sought to destroy the world.
"You've come."
A gentle voice sounded in Tang Wulin's heart, soothing the soul that had trembled from the dragon's roar.
Tang Wulin stared blankly at the figure. "Who are you? And what is that monster?"
The golden figure did not turn around. He merely slowly raised a hand and pointed at the dragon below.
"This is the Golden Dragon King. It is the source of your power, and also a Sword of Damocles hanging over your head."
"The eighteen seals here