Michael felt as if he had transformed into a dragon lodged in the dark seas, unable to discern directions, desperately swimming towards the surface.
After an indefinite time, he still could not see any light above. Just when despair was taking over, a beam of light appeared before him, engulfing him completely.
Michael slowly opened his eyes to find himself standing in a broad and solemn hall.
Standing before him was a middle-aged man dressed in purple, emanating an aura of nobility.
Despite silver hair at his temples and a few wrinkles at his eyes, the middle-aged man seemed to be in his early 40s and remained strikingly handsome. His gaze was like a fathomless ancient well, making his thoughts unfathomable.
"You're awake!" Yan Jiushi's joyous voice echoed.
Michael turned his head, only to find his aunt supporting him.
On the other side, there was an old man dressed in a Daoist robe.