There is a new Emperor Yan coming to Ma Qi Continent

As the county government selection process came to an end, the light in a bedroom in the Xiao family compound was dim. Only a swaying oil lamp flickered in the night wind, like a ray of setting sun struggling in the twilight. Xiao Yan's body trembled slightly, and under his tightly closed eyes, he seemed to be experiencing unspeakable pain. His face was as pale as snow, and cold sweat ran down his cheekbones and gathered in the corners of his closed eyes.

Outside the window, the wind was howling, and the biting chill invaded the bedroom through the cracks in the window. The noise came from far to near, like ocean waves. It was the noise and laughter of the tribesmen and the noise of the carriages and horses. Everything was so real. However, all this became so illusory and distant in Xiao Yan's dream.

He seemed to be in front of a palace that looked like a heavenly palace. It was a dark and long narrow tunnel. The entrance to the tunnel is sealed by a thick stone door with some ancient runes and patterns carved on it. These symbols and patterns are like ancient star maps, emitting a faint light that illuminates the inside of the tunnel. Every step forward seems to leave a deep mark on the trajectory of history.

The tunnel is filled with a dull and ancient atmosphere, as if thousands of years have been condensed here. The walls were pitted and covered with traces of time. These traces are like the imprint of time, telling ancient and mysterious stories. With every step he took, Xiao Yan could feel these stories whispering in his ears, as if a huge secret was being revealed to him.

Walking in the long tunnel feels like a journey through time and space. Finally, there was light ahead. It was a supreme light spot, like a crystal clear pearl, exuding soft and warm light. The entire palace was illuminated by the light of this pearl, like daylight.

Various gods and fairies are carved around the palace. They are lifelike, as if they are guarding this mysterious heavenly palace. Each god and fairy has a unique expression and posture, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story. Xiao Yan traveled throughout the palace, touching every inch of the wall, and felt a clear touch. He knew that the stories these walls told were exactly what he was searching for deep down.

After a long time, Xiao Yan slowly returned to the center, his eyes fixed on the bright spot. Strong curiosity and desire surged in his heart, wanting to touch the pearl that exuded endless light. That spot of light was like a mysterious treasure, which attracted him deeply.

He took a deep breath and took a step forward, but the moment he was about to touch the light spot, a huge virus core suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The core of the virus is like a huge black hole, swallowing up the surrounding light. He was horrified to find that the distance between himself and the light spot seemed to be getting farther and farther.

Xiao Yan felt deeply confused. He didn't know what was happening or what to do. He tried to speed up, but no matter how hard he tried, the spot of light was always outside his fingertips, as if there was an insurmountable gap between it and him.

There was a feeling of unwillingness in his heart. He was unwilling to be unable to touch the spot of light, and unwilling to be lost in this mysterious palace. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward with all his strength, but it was still to no avail.

Suddenly, he felt a powerful force coming from behind, instantly ejecting him. His body was like a meteor that had escaped from its orbit, instantly falling into endless darkness. His vision was blurry, and he felt like he was spinning continuously in the darkness, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

Xiao Yan, who was struggling in the darkness, suddenly felt a warm force wrapping around him. He opened his eyes and found that he was back in the bedroom. The moonlight shone on him through the window, bringing him a sense of peace and comfort. He panted slightly and felt the rise and fall of his chest. It turned out to be a dream. However, this dream was so real, as if it touched the edge of another world. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but he couldn't calm down in his heart. He knew that this dream was not a meaningless hallucination, but contained some profound revelation.

The wind outside the window was still biting, but Xiao Yan no longer wanted to pay attention. Everything from the dream was still echoing deep inside him. The supreme spot of light, the ancient and mysterious tunnel, the lifelike gods and fairies, and the crystal clear pearl all left a deep impression on his mind. He vaguely felt that the light spot was of the same origin as the light rain that descended on the Maqi Continent that day. It was most likely a missing fragment of the fantasy system, and it was a very important fragment.

As for that virus......Looks like a poisonous body of doom!