The fierce wind swept through, like nature's cleaning brush, sweeping away all the dust from the previous day without a trace.
In the blue sky, the sun was already hanging high.
Sunlight streamed through the window onto Liu Zixuan's face, and his originally furrowed brow slowly relaxed as he gradually opened his sleepy eyes.
Looking around, he was still lying on the ground, the Nameless Sword at his side, with several Ghost Gate Needles scattered on the ground.
What happened last night was not a dream!
Liu Zixuan rubbed his forehead and murmured, "I didn't die after all?"
If others heard this, they would surely scold him, but for Liu Zixuan, it was not surprising. After all, that dragon howl was too terrifying. He thought that in that instant, the Dragon Vein Essence could have seized his consciousness and killed him.
But it didn't happen. He was still fine now, and he even felt no trace of demonization.
