A Dream of Ten Thousand Years

The purple lightning under the banner of Lai Yue Wen is like a dancing golden dragon, tearing apart the ink-colored sky.​ Lin Ye's consciousness was like a dead leaf drowned in a thousand-year cold pool. Under the shock of thunder, there was finally a faint ripple. He struggled to open his eyelids, which were as heavy as lead, but what he saw was not the familiar Nine Heavens Tower in his memory, but a heart-stopping chaos.​ "Ahem..."