The winding, coiling purple pillar of light slowly extended and unfurled. Streams of light in the surrounding space surged in from all directions like a tide.
It gradually transformed into a purple dragon that spanned the heavens and the earth, composed entirely of pure light with edges as ethereal as smoke and mist.
Its body spanned the entire Flame Space, winding across the sky. Every piece of Scale Armor reflected the palace below, kicking up countless fine specks of light dust as it soared.
This was the Spirit of Sun. Even if it wasn't truly at the Sun Tier, its Power was not something they could contend with.
"What on earth is going on?" he muttered in a daze. When they last entered, this Spirit of Sun hadn't reacted at all. It wasn't until Qin Yun fell under the Enchantment of the Residual Spirit and did something stupid that she awakened the Spirit of Sun.
And now, what was happening?
"That's..." He looked toward the head of the Sun dragon, his heart skipping a beat.
