The hundred-meter-tall crimson iron hall was bathed in the furnace's heat waves, which dyed everything a blazing red. White vapor rose from the stone floor beneath their feet!
Amid its ancient charm and colossal scale, it exuded a grand, majestic presence.
In the enormous hollowed-out space at its center, the upper body of the Mechanical Dragon was exposed—silver-white, damaged, yet still magnificent and resplendent.
Fang Ran watched as it seemed to slumber quietly amid gears, mechanisms, and the glow of formations.
For a brief, dazed moment,
he thought he was back in that dream world, beneath the sun, moon, and countless stars, in the vast wind over water that reflected the sky.
Then, in the next second, he realized this was reality.
Seeing the Mechanical Dragon again in this crimson iron hall that seemed as though it belonged in some fantasy cultivation story,
Fang Ran suddenly understood many things at once. He understood where its wreckage had ended up after the European incident, understood what Klim had meant earlier,
and finally understood why he had been invited to Midnight.
He suddenly recalled what Osphia had written in her letter, relaying Klim's words to him.
"He said that the next time he met you, he would definitely give you a surprise."
But this surprise was a little too huge, wasn't it?
Fang Ran stared blankly at the Mechanical Dragon before him. The wreckage that had fallen apart in the Simulation Scenario had already been reassembled into most of its main body.
Throughout the great hall, countless mechanical Puppets moved around it.
To be honest, based on Fang Ran's original expectations,
it might have taken a very long time—at least several years—before he could see this colossal creature from his dreams again with Ling's help.
The unexpected shock of seeing something he